Facing Wang Yi's merciless taunts, Wang Arthur's dark face turned livid with rage.
But he'd already received a technical foul earlier. If he got two technicals in a row in the same game, he'd be ejected, so he forced himself to hold back and avoid doing anything over the line.
As for firing back at Wang Yi, he simply wasn't good enough.
The Kings were now down by just two points.
Next, Wang Arthur dribbled into the Kings' half and once again gestured for his teammates to clear out so he could go one-on-one.
Then he changed direction and used his body to bully past Wang Yi and drive into the paint.
A tank break like that was hard for ordinary players to stop.
Anyone stronger than him was slower, and anyone faster than him wasn't as strong.
So with that simple tank break, Wang Arthur had been nearly unstoppable in the league for the past few years. Aside from Wang Yi, who could sometimes stop him when he was playing well, nobody else could.
It was practically an unstoppable move.
Just as Wang Yi leaped to block him, Wang Arthur suddenly sent a backhand pass to Jokic, who was trailing the play.
Jokic caught the ball and easily laid it in against an open basket.
The two had been going one-on-one when Jokic suddenly joined in. After Wang Arthur had bullied Wang Yi out of the way, Jokic got an easy layup.
Nobody had expected that.
When two players were going one-on-one, having someone else jump in was humiliating for the teammate who'd been taking on the opponent.
Especially for a player like Wang Arthur, the second-best player in the league.
No one had expected that he'd stoop so low as to abandon his pride altogether.
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