That was indeed the case. This achievement was so staggering that it could instantly write an unknown nobody into the history books.
Which meant it had to be extraordinarily difficult.
If anyone could break a record like this in three quarters, it was probably Wang Yi himself.
At that moment, in the Knicks' resting area,
head coach Thibodeau didn't look happy.
His team was down by 20 at home after three quarters. It would've been strange if he did look happy.
But what worried him most was King Arthur.
Arthur had to shoulder a heavy burden on offense, and on defense he had to guard Wang Yi, the other team's leading threat.
And from the opening tip until now, he'd played 36 minutes in three quarters. In other words, he hadn't rested for a single second.
His body had been taxed enormously on both ends of the floor.
Thibodeau turned to look at Wang Yi, who was heading off on the other side. Wang Yi's steps were light.
He even jumped up to bump chests with Pang Bo, Zhang Jiacheng, and the others as he came off the court.
Just look at how high he jumped. The guy wasn't tired at all—in fact, he was practically buzzing with excitement.
Thibodeau couldn't help cursing inwardly. That freak. Does he even know what being tired feels like?
Turning back, Thibodeau asked Arthur,
"Arthur, can your body hold up? If you're tired, I can give you a few minutes to rest."
Arthur took a few ragged breaths, then gritted his teeth and shook his head. "If he doesn't rest, I'm not resting!"
Thibodeau sighed inwardly again. He'd originally wanted Arthur to wear Wang Yi down.
But Wang Yi had barely been taxed, while Arthur had ended up taking a serious beating himself.
And