After Juan landed, he stumbled and staggered back a few steps, crashing heavily into the hoop support.
Fortunately, the thick padding on the support protected him from injury.
After Wang Yi landed, he hooked both thumbs into his jersey from either side and held it out, showing the number 0 on his chest to the cameras along the baseline.
He roared, "This is me, the king of the world!"
At that moment, when he said those words, no one dared to argue.
Nor did anyone want to.
He had earned the title.
The moment the ball went in, the crowd went wild.
They raised their hands, shouted and cheered, and danced.
"Holy shit, that was insane!"
"Oh my God, he grabbed the rebound over two elite centers, went coast to coast, one-on-five... no, one-on-six, and threw down a head-at-the-rim, one-handed Big Windmill!"
"Oh, that was crazy, absolutely crazy! That's the craziest dunk I've ever seen!"
On the sidelines, Timberwolves coach Finley watched, disbelief written all over his face.
Then he turned to assistant coach White.
The meaning was obvious.
Hadn't White said Wang Yi had already burned through all his energy in the second quarter and would be exhausted in the third after fifteen minutes of halftime?
Did that look like exhaustion to him?
He'd snatched a rebound over two centers, gone coast to coast one-on-six, and even powered through their center to throw down a one-handed Big Windmill.
And White was telling him Wang Yi had run out of energy?
White looked just as dumbfounded. This didn't make sense.
Wang Yi had been responsible for almost all of the offense in the first half, and now he could still pull off a move like that in the second. What the hell was he, not even a creature from Earth?