No wonder Xu Jingyu looked down on King Arthur.
Although King Arthur had scored quite a few points in this game, half of them had come from forcing his way past defenders with his strength before laying the ball in.
The other half had come from cutting to the basket, catching Jokic's pass, and throwing down a dunk.
There was no skill to speak of.
Compared to Wang Yi, who had thrown down alley-oop three-pointers, made midair wraparound layups, and dished out all kinds of flashy assists, King Arthur's game was nowhere near as entertaining to watch.
That was why even when the haters went after Wang Yi, they never said he lacked skill.
They only said he was a bad person.
As King Arthur slammed in that dunk, Wang Yi went back on offense.
This time, he accelerated past Russell and King Arthur, who had been guarding him, right from the backcourt baseline.
After Little Danny passed him the ball, Wang Yi quickly charged upcourt with it.
When he reached the frontcourt, the only player in front of him was Seth Curry.
Whether he wanted to blow past him with speed, muscle past him, or beat him with skill, it would have been as easy as reaching into a bag or turning over his hand to see its lines.
But he didn't choose to go one-on-one.
Instead, he glanced back at King Arthur and the others chasing after him.
Then he made a gesture to his teammates, clenching his fist and then opening it.
It meant, "Spread out. I'm taking this one myself."
While he paused for that moment, all five opponents had already made it back on defense.
Russell and Seth Curry guarded Wang Yi up front.
King Arthur stood near the free-throw line, ready to double-team him