With only three seconds left, Wang Yi was still standing outside the three-point line on the left, showing no intention of taking the pass.
Everyone was baffled.
Given Wang Yi's personality, he should have taken over the game by now.
Why wasn't he attacking on the first possession after checking in?
Was something wrong with his body?
Or was there a problem within the team?
While everyone was still wondering, Wang Yi suddenly moved with only two seconds left on the shot clock.
But he didn't run toward the paint or move laterally toward the three-point line. Instead, he suddenly sprinted toward midcourt.
Zhang Jiacheng saw what was happening, his eyes lighting up, and hurriedly passed the ball to Wang Yi.
Wang Yi's move had caught everyone off guard.
His explosiveness was incredible, and he took off at such speed that the three defenders couldn't keep up. He easily caught the ball.
The instant he caught it, he brought his feet together and came to a sudden stop.
Then he faced midcourt with his back to the basket and jumped.
Only once he was airborne did he turn around to face the basket.
As he rose, his head was already level with the rim.
Even if the three defenders had reacted faster, they couldn't have blocked him.
With no pressure at all, Wang Yi—
flicked his wrist!
Shot!!
And scored!!!
The deficit was down to nine!
The crowd erupted in astonishment.
But some spectators couldn't help feeling disappointed.
"There are only a little over two minutes left, and they're still down nine. Did that three-pointer come a little too late?"
"Yeah. The Kings will definitely slow the game down. If they use up all twenty-four seconds on every possession, the Kings won't have much time left."
Sure enough, just as