The ball kept flying, and in the end, it dropped straight through the hoop without even touching the rim.
Whoosh—
The moment it went in, the arena erupted.
"Holy shit, that's straight out of a sci-fi movie!"
"Damn, he made that? That's completely insane!"
"Man, Brother Yi's core strength is unbelievable."
Shaquille O'Neal and James could only stare wide-eyed, mouths agape.
For a while, neither of them said a word. They were simply too stunned.
After a few moments of shock, Xu Jingyu slapped the table and sprang to his feet again.
"That's insane! Insane! Completely off the charts! The charts have gone right off the plains!!!"
"You could say it was luck that he managed to get the ball back after it was blocked in midair. But after catching it while already descending, he actually went up for a second shot. That's already incredibly difficult for an ordinary person."
"Anyone can try this: pass the ball to a teammate while you're in the air, have them pass it back, then try to shoot without landing. And remember, you have to jump first, pass it to your teammate, get the return pass, and shoot right away in midair."
"I'm not exaggerating: 99 percent of people wouldn't even have time to shoot after their teammate passed it back. They'd already have landed, because they can't jump high enough. Even if someone has a great vertical and can get high enough, catching the ball and then shooting it is still incredibly difficult."
"Your core strength just won't support you passing the ball in midair, catching it, then generating enough power to shoot while you're descending. But Brother Yi didn't just do it—he swished it."
"So who else can do that!?"
When the lights came on and the buzzer sounded, the ball