Wang Yi hit a banked three from the left wing at a 45-degree angle, almost exactly matching the ugly banked three Miyazaki Isamu had made for the Lakers at the same spot.
Same position, same shooting form, same kind of shot, same angle off the backboard.
The only difference was the defense. Only one player had guarded Miyazaki, while two had guarded Wang Yi.
As soon as the shot went in, the crowd erupted in cheers.
The arena DJ even played sound effects of a shell flying through the air and hitting its target.
Whoosh—
Boom!
A fan cried out, "That's the second shot in a row that's been exactly like Miyazaki's. Wang's clearly responding on purpose."
"I've seen players answer a basket, but I've never seen someone answer two in a row with shots that are exactly the same as their opponent's."
"That's bound to put enormous psychological pressure on the other team."
Just imagine it: no matter what move you made or how you scored, your opponent could do it exactly the same way.
Even the spot where the ball bounced off the backboard and how many times it bounced on the rim were identical.
Wouldn't that scare you?
Sure enough, Miyazaki's eyes had widened, and his brow was deeply furrowed.
A nameless fear had begun to stir in his heart.
LeBron James marveled, "I've been around basketball for more than thirty years. I've seen all kinds of answer shots, and I've made plenty myself. But this is the first time I've seen someone like Wang Yi answer two baskets in a row with shots that were exactly like his opponent's."
"This guy always finds new ways to surprise you."
Pierce gave a cold snort beside him. "Hmph. He's only made two threes. They're still down nine. It's