LOGO Three-Pointer!

Wang Yi pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered the God-tier Three-Point Experience Card he had obtained earlier.

Due to time constraints, he hadn't had a chance to study the God-tier Three-Point Experience Card carefully after receiving it.

He hadn't used the three-point experience card for those three three-pointers just now.

Those were merely the result of his daily hard practice, plus a bit of luck.

Now, with an injury, and knowing the opponent would definitely guard his three-point shots tightly.

He might as well try the three-point experience card.

With that thought, he tried to say in his mind:

"Use God-tier Three-Point Experience Card."

That cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind again:

[Using Three-Point Experience Card, three-point accuracy will reach 80%, valid for five minutes.]

Wang Yi's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.

He clenched his right fist tightly!

This God-tier Three-Point Experience Card couldn't have come at a better time!

At this moment, the team's leader, James, also walked over and grabbed Wang Yi's hand.

He gave him a firm high-five, then playfully patted Wang Yi's forehead.

He then pretended to use an electronic thermometer to measure Wang Yi's palm temperature, saying, "Your hands are so hot, you're not coming down with a fever, are you?"

This action drew chuckles from the surrounding players, who had been feeling down.

James then patted Wang Yi's shoulder:

"Hey, bro, I liked that three-pointer you made. But I'm expecting to see more."

Wang Yi nodded, chest puffed out, head held high, and confidently said:

"You will."

Meanwhile, in the Tencent broadcast booth.

The two commentators were also doing a post-game wrap-up.

"Let's take a look at the Lakers' player stats. James with 23 points, Thick Eyebrows with 28 points... Wang Yi with 9 points..."

The commentator paused slightly at this point.

"Our player Wang Yi has already scored 9 points?"

Another commentator said, "He just made two... or was it three three-pointers."

"Let me check... That's right, three three-pointers. Three attempts, three makes, excellent accuracy. 9 points, this is Wang Yi's highest single-game score since entering the NBA."

"Let's see if he attempts any more three-pointers later. But he has a wrist injury, and that last three-pointer he took didn't look very smooth. Perhaps... he won't attempt any more threes. After all, shooting three-pointers puts too much pressure on the wrist."

As they spoke, the game resumed.

The Warriors scored two points with a pick-and-roll play.

The score difference widened to 28 points.

Turning the tables, the Lakers went on the offensive again.

The Warriors' Afro player stuck to Wang Yi like glue.

The coach had told him to guard this Easterner closely, and he intended to make the Easterner cry.

He muttered incessantly, spewing trash talk: "Easterner, can your fragile little body still shoot threes? Just rest. Don't worry, I'll stick to you like gum, until you cry like a woman."

Wang Yi ignored his trash talk.

He always preferred to let his performance speak for itself.

Following the coach's tactical instructions, he ran through a screen and received the ball at the top of the arc once more.

The Afro player behind him had already caught up.

Wang Yi had only a split second to shoot.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Stop!

Jump!

Raise arm!

Flick wrist!

Shoot!

All in one fluid motion!

The entire sequence was smooth as silk, like Dove chocolate!

Even though the pain in his wrist had worsened.

But the shooting form on this shot was not distorted in the slightest.

Whoosh--

The basketball flew over the Afro's outstretched fingertips.

Under the spotlight, it traced an orange arc.

Swish!

In the center of the hoop, a white spray erupted.

Nothing but net!

Wang Yi retracted his right hand and glanced at the Afro.

He clenched his fist tightly.

A mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

With the boost from the God-tier Three-Point Experience Card, he had felt incredibly good about his shot just now.

As soon as he released it, he knew it would go in!

Is this what it feels like to be a three-point master?

Wang Yi couldn't help but glance at Curry on the Warriors' bench.

Curry was also looking at Wang Yi, intentionally or unintentionally.

Seeing this, the Afro followed behind Wang Yi, still chattering:

"Your opponent is me! Don't get the situation wrong. Next, I'll defend you until you doubt your whole life. I'll defend you until you cry and crawl back to your country."

Wang Yi didn't even turn his head, and unusually, replied:

"I'll shoot until you shut up."

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything.

His words only fueled the Afro's fire.

He chased Wang Yi, constantly spewing trash talk.

After Wang Yi said that, he didn't utter another word.

He just treated it as hearing a few dog barks.

At this moment, due to Wang Yi's four three-pointers, the deficit had been reduced to 25 points.

From 35 points to 25 points, it felt like only an instant.

On the sidelines, the Lakers' players had already stood up one after another.

Even if they lost tonight, Wang Yi's four three-pointers in just a minute and a half were enough to amaze everyone.

The next possession.

The Warriors' offense missed.

During the Lakers' offense, Wang Yi called for the ball as soon as he crossed half-court.

His performance had already conquered the Lakers' point guard, and the ball naturally found its way into his hands.

The Warriors' Afro had already stuck to him.

Wang Yi used a teammate's screen and took a dribble.

The Afro was momentarily blocked, creating a slight distance.

Wang Yi was still two meters away from the three-point line at this moment.

If he continued to dribble, the Afro would quickly catch up.

He didn't have time to think.

Stop!

Raise the ball!

Flick the wrist!

Shoot!

Swish!

Three-pointer made!

Deficit: 22 points!

Whoosh--

A third of the audience in the arena immediately cheered.

Although there were less than three minutes left and the deficit was still over twenty points, it was impossible to catch up.

But this Eastern man's consecutive five three-pointers had reignited their passion.

"This guy is so strong!"

"He's the Lakers' Curry!"

"How come I've never seen him before? What's his name?"

"He's on a ten-day contract with the Lakers, but I don't know his name either."

As soon as the ball went in, Wang Yi felt his adrenaline surge.

His confidence skyrocketed.

At this moment, the basket felt like the ocean.

No matter how he threw the ball, it would obediently swish through the net.

On the Warriors' bench, Curry's eyes flickered.

As a legendary three-point shooter, he was the pioneer who ushered in the small ball era.

Now, facing someone who had made five consecutive three-pointers, his fighting spirit was ignited.

He hoped to compete against this person on the court.

However, when he looked at the head coach, his coach subtly shook his head.

They had already won this game, so there was no need to let Curry play any longer.

In the next possession.

The Warriors missed another three-pointer, and it was the Lakers' turn to attack.

After crossing half-court, Wang Yi called for the ball again.

The Afro player had learned his lesson this time. Before Wang Yi could receive the ball, he positioned himself two meters away from the three-point line.

He gave Wang Yi no chance to shoot.

Wang Yi dribbled the ball, glancing at his right hand.

Seeing Wang Yi hesitate, the Afro player got excited.

He clapped his hands exaggeratedly, gesturing to Wang Yi:

"Come on, make another one if you dare! I bet 100 US Dollars you can't make this shot."

This kind of trash talk was a psychological tactic.

Shooting, especially long-range three-pointers, was a scoring method that heavily tested one's mental fortitude.

A slight mental shift could cause the shooting form to break down.

If the form broke down, it would be impossible to make the shot.

Hearing this, Wang Yi's fighting spirit was further ignited.

He gritted his teeth and continued to dribble.

However, he didn't move forward. Instead, he dribbled the ball and took three steps back.

His feet landed precisely on the half-court line.

Seeing this, the Afro player bared his teeth and laughed heartily:

"Half-court? A LOGO three-pointer? Do you think you're Stephen Curry? Hahahaha... Easterner, I think you're still dreaming."

At this moment, the white commentator on the scene was also stunned:

"Oh, my goodness, what is this Easterner going to do?"

Another commentator quipped, "A LOGO three-pointer?"

"Chinese people can make LOGO three-pointers too?"

"He's made five three-pointers in a row, he's gotten too big for his britches, thinks he's Curry now."

The two commentators' words were laced with a hint of mockery.

However, before they could finish speaking.

Wang Yi pushed the ball up for a shot.

From the half-court line, he had to use more wrist strength.

But the shooting feel was excellent.

This shot was going in!

After releasing the ball, it was still in mid-air.

He had already turned around.

His back to the basket, he raised his right hand high, extending three fingers.

He made a three-point gesture.

The basketball, in mid-air, traced an extended arc.

One second after Wang Yi made his three-point gesture.

It slammed into the basket like a cannonball!

BOOM!

A LOGO three-pointer!!!