Although Pang Bo had enough strength to force his way between the two, he didn't dare actually use it.
For one thing, Xiao Qiao knew a secret martial arts technique: Eighteen Falls Upon Touching Clothes.
If Pang Bo pushed even a little too hard and Xiao Qiao went down, he wouldn't just miss the rebound—he'd pick up a foul, too.
And even if he managed to muscle past them, the delay would slow him down, and he'd almost certainly be too late to get the rebound anyway.
So, in truth, he was thinking the same way Wang Yi was: draw in two defenders, while Brother Yi drew in two more. That would leave the rest of the team with a three-on-one advantage and a much better chance of grabbing the rebound.
But it looked like the ball was about to fall into the opponent's hands again.
Perhaps still affected by the string of fouls he'd committed earlier, Frank reacted half a beat too slowly. Zhang Jiacheng was still a little slow to react, too.
Neither of them looked like they'd reach the rebound.
The Thunder's shooting guard, Dort, was about to grab it.
But just then, a large hand reached out from behind Dort and gently tipped the ball above his head, sending it away.
Then two hands came together with a smack, grabbing the rebound firmly.
The Thunder players all looked over in surprise.
It was Dauding, the player they'd been overlooking this whole time.
Still, they didn't think much of it. Based on his past games, Dauding was slow because of his size, and his rebounding ability was only average.
Besides, his performance had suffered last night, and he'd played for so long in the first quarter today only to grab one rebound.
There was no need to