As Wang Yi leaned backward, Paul struck his arm, and the blow landed hard.
The smack rang out with a sharp crack.
Even over the din of the twenty thousand spectators, it rang out clearly enough to be picked up by the courtside microphones and heard by every viewer during the broadcast.
That showed just how hard the blow had been.
Wang Yi wasn't about to hold back, either.
Using the blow to his right arm as cover, Wang Yi leaned his upper body backward and lifted his right foot in one smooth motion.
It landed squarely in Paul's groin.
Crack!
Somewhere in the back of everyone's mind, it seemed they could hear eggshells breaking.
While Paul was still in the air, his whole body doubled over like a shrimp.
With his body tilted at a thirty-degree angle to the floor, Wang Yi still used the strength in his left hand to toss the ball high toward the hoop.
He didn't flick his wrist at all, because his position simply wouldn't allow it.
He just gripped the ball in one hand and tossed it toward the hoop without being able to see the basket in front of him.
At that moment, both men crashed heavily to the floor.
The basketball rose almost to the ceiling, then dropped back down. When it finally fell through the hoop, it looked as though it had gone straight down, perpendicular to the rim.
The net didn't even twitch.
The ball simply dropped straight through.
At the same time, the referee's whistle sounded.
Three plus one!
After landing, Wang Yi looked at his right arm.
It had turned bright red.
That guy had really put too much force into it.
But Paul was worse off than Wang Yi. He lay on the floor clutching his