Losing a game was no big deal. But if Wang Yi got hurt, that would be a problem.
Fortunately, Wang Yi wasn't all that heavy. The spectators had cushioned his fall, and he was fine when he landed. None of them had been hurt, either.
Just after Wang Yi blocked the shot, Danny came charging in from behind and grabbed the rebound.
The Raptors tried to rush over and foul, but the red light came on.
The referee blew his whistle. Time had expired.
The Kings beat the Raptors, 119–118.
In the final moments, Wang Yi had orchestrated a scoring play and made a crucial defensive stop, showing the makings of a true king.
All the Raptors fans in the arena were stunned.
For a brief moment, the entire arena fell silent.
They had led for almost the whole game, only to lose in the final seconds.
That was incredibly hard for any team—or any fan—to accept.
But after that brief silence, the fans began to stir.
Because the man who had beaten them was Wang Yi, the League's Number One.
Losing to someone else would have been hard to accept. But losing to Wang Yi was nothing to be ashamed of.
Given the dominance Wang Yi had shown in the league, no one could be ashamed of losing to him.
Besides, half the fans in the arena were Wang Yi fans.
They had the star player on one hand and their home team on the other. They were fond of both.
So they were happy whoever won.
At center court, Pang Bo stood beneath the basket, staring at Wang Yi with wide eyes.
Then he watched the slow-motion replay on the screen for a long time, still unable to believe what Wang Yi had done.
How had he caught