After Wang Yi reached the frontcourt, he waved for the others to spread out. Then, facing King Arthur, he faked left before quickly driving to the right.
But after driving just inside the three-point line, he pulled the ball back between his legs and retreated beyond the arc.
King Arthur had taken a big step back to keep up with Wang Yi's drive. When Wang Yi pulled back, the two of them were suddenly several steps apart again.
King Arthur couldn't close the distance in time to defend, and Wang Yi easily took the three-pointer.
But the moment the ball left his hands, Wang Yi could tell he hadn't put enough power into it. As soon as he landed, he took off toward the paint.
Under the basket, Pang Bo and Jokic were battling for the rebound when the ball bounced high into the air. A figure charged in from the middle, snatched it in midair, and, with Pang Bo and Jokic between him and the basket, let out a roar.
"AAH—"
Then he slammed the ball into the hoop.
KRA-KOOOM—
The rim was abused once again.
All three of the Raptors' opening baskets had been rim-rattling dunks.
The Knicks fans in attendance couldn't take it, especially when Wang Yi threw one down. They pointed at him in rhythm, yelling abuse.
"FuckWang!"
"FuckWang!"
"FuckWang!"
Most of the Raptors players were young. They'd never experienced anything like this.
On the road, the roar of the opposing fans was enough to make them a little uneasy. This was even worse: more than twenty thousand fans in the arena were cursing them by name.
Pang Bo, Zhang Jiacheng, Dauding, and the others all turned to look at Wang Yi.
But Wang Yi wasn't the least bit intimidated. Instead, he cupped his right