Brad Walker snorted. "The NBA is the highest level of basketball in the world. Who knows how many talented players around the world want to join the NBA? But only about 60 make it each year."
"Every year, so many NCAA players want to join the NBA, but at most only a little over 30 of them make it."
"Is Emanuel any less talented than him? Even Emanuel couldn't make it in the NCAA. This guy hasn't even played in the NCAA, yet he wants to go straight to the NBA? What else could that be but wishful thinking?"
After he said this, the spectators began whispering among themselves.
"Even though I'm really annoyed that this guy dared to talk back to Wang Yi to his face, I have to admit, some of what he said makes sense."
"This guy's appearance is irritating, but what he's saying does seem pretty reasonable..."
"Yeah, Emanuel is clearly much more physically gifted than this player from China, but even he couldn't make it in the NCAA. This Chinese player wants to jump straight to the NBA? That really does sound like a joke."
Hearing the crowd's doubts, Brad Walker felt even more confident and continued to challenge Wang Yi. "So many talented, skilled players in the NCAA can't make it to the NBA. What makes him think he can?"
Wang Yi remained perfectly calm. In fact, he smiled and asked in return, "What if he's better than an NBA player?"
The crowd erupted.
Wang Yi's words left the spectators stunned.
"What is Brother Yi talking about?"
"His ball-handling is pretty nimble, but he's too skinny. If he actually faced an NBA player, he'd just get crushed."
"Emanuel is definitely better than him. If even Emanuel would get crushed in the NCAA, what chance