The game continued.
Paul stuck to Wang Yi like a strip of flypaper, relentlessly hounding him while spewing trash talk.
Yet for every insult he hurled, Wang Yi sank a three.
For every insult, Wang Yi sank another three.
Wang Yi played nine minutes in the first quarter and took 10 shots.
He made all 10.
Without taking a single free throw, he scored 30 points in one quarter!
At the start of the second quarter, Paul kept hounding Wang Yi, still chattering away at him.
But by the time Wang Yi sank his sixth three, Paul had started to quiet down.
Even so, he still took the occasional jab at Wang Yi.
Then, when Wang Yi sank his eighth three, Paul fell completely silent.
Usually, he could hound the opposing star from the first minute of the game right down to the final second.
He'd drive them absolutely crazy.
Even King Arthur, despite putting up decent-looking numbers against Paul's defense, had struggled with his shooting percentage.
Imagine trying to shoot while a mosquito buzzed around right in front of you. Not only did it keep buzzing, it kept landing on your face and biting you. Wouldn't that drive you crazy?
But today, when Wang Yi sank his eighth three, Paul fell completely silent.
Anyone would think twice about speaking when every time they said something, their opponent sank a three. Every time they said something, their opponent sank a three.
Would you dare say another word?
And so, faced with Paul's trash talk, Wang Yi didn't utter a single punctuation mark. He simply kept playing until Paul fell silent.
Throughout the whole time, Wang Yi never once looked Paul in the eye.
Even when they were face-to-face, Wang Yi's gaze passed right over Paul's head and looked into the