The ball struck the backboard and softly slipped into the hoop.
A one-handed, hanging reverse layup in midair!
The shot went in, and the crowd erupted again. Less than a minute into the game, Wang Yi had already put on two spectacular scoring displays.
Reggie Miller, the commentator at the arena, was even more excited. "That shot reminds me of someone who used to fly all over the place. I'd call that kind of layup a hesitation layup."
"Jump first, then figure out the move. What's especially impressive is that most players use both hands for a hang-time layup, and they tuck their bodies to start the move before reaching the peak of their jump. That makes it easier to complete the rest of the motion. But Wang Yi used one hand, which made it much harder. And he reached the peak of his jump before continuing with the layup. He couldn't have done it without tremendous core strength."
"He could've dunked it, but there was no need. That's the essence of Wang Yi's shot."
Once again, Augustin had become the backdrop for one of Wang Yi's spectacular plays.
But Augustin was a tough guy. Becoming Wang Yi's backdrop twice didn't make him lose heart. Instead, he gritted his teeth. "Again!"
Wang Yi knew a little about what had shaped Augustin's personality.
When Augustin was a kid, he hadn't shown much physical talent.
So on the court, he was often the one getting bullied.
Even as a freshman in high school, his physical gifts were nothing special, and opposing guards often made short work of him.
Being bullied for so long had made him resilient.
No matter how strong his opponent was, he always tried to find a way to beat them.
Then, during his sophomore year, his physical talent