Commentator Pierce burst out laughing when he saw what was happening.
"See that? That Japanese player is taunting Wang Yi. Of course, he isn't doing it with words, but his body language is clearly provocative. He's making a scene on Wang Yi's home court, practically taking a dump on his head. Is Wang Yi still too scared to respond?"
"If Wang Yi had answered with a three-pointer when this guy made his first one, would he still be acting so cocky? Looks like as Wang Yi's gotten older and his physical condition has declined, his play has gotten softer too. He's not the same Wang Yi who used to take on the world and everything in it."
Beside him, the muscular LeBron James chuckled and shook his head. "Looks like you want to get proven wrong again."
Pierce put on an arrogant look and slapped his own cheek. "My face is right here. Let's see if Wang Yi has the guts to hit it."
James could only shake his head.
He knew Wang Yi would respond eventually, but since he hadn't done so yet, anything he said now would lack conviction. He'd wait and see.
Meanwhile, the broadcast camera stayed trained on Wang Yi, giving him a close-up.
The message was clear: Wang Yi had to answer that shot.
This time, Wang Yi didn't look grim and fire back like he used to. Instead, he glanced at the man beside him, Hachimura. "Murasan, your kid's a little out of line."
Hachimura Rui gave an awkward smile. "Please don't associate me with him. I'm ashamed to be grouped with that kind of guy."
On the other side of the court, Hield glared at Miyazaki Isamu, warning him with his eyes not to take things too far.
Miyazaki nodded on the surface