Anyone who knew how to play basketball would usually move to either side when a teammate drove down the middle, leaving room for a layup.
By shifting to the sides, they could also be ready to help if their teammate ran into trouble.
They could catch a pass and drive to the basket again, pull up for a mid-range shot, or kick the ball out to the three-point line and shoot.
That was the most sensible way to do it.
But Wang Yi's movement this time was beyond anyone's imagination. He charged straight toward his own teammate, looking as if he was about to crash into him.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
What was he doing?
Was he going to block Little Danny?
Even with King Arthur nearby, keeping an eye on Wang Yi in case he tried something unexpected, he had no idea Wang Yi would make a move that went completely against a player's instincts.
He hesitated for just a moment, but that was all it took. He couldn't keep up with Wang Yi.
Wang Yi and Little Danny came face-to-face, like two trains heading toward each other, just as they were about to collide.
Little Danny suddenly tossed the ball upward.
At the same time, he bent at the waist.
Wang Yi jumped right over Little Danny's head and caught the ball in midair.
After landing, he took two big steps and reached the area beyond the three-point line.
"Holy crap—"
"Fuck—"
"Damn—"
The moment this play unfolded, the arena erupted.
Wang Yi hadn't even taken the shot yet, and the ball hadn't gone in, but almost every spectator leaped to their feet.
Every commentator in the arena was so stunned that their mouths hung open in perfect O's.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What a play!"
"Oh my god,