He suddenly burst forward, slipping through the gap between King Arthur and Little Rivers. He was so quick that neither of them had time to react.
Although Zhang Jiacheng had cut toward mid-range, he was still keeping an eye on Wang Yi.
As soon as he saw Wang Yi shake off the two defenders, he immediately bounced a pass to him beyond the three-point line.
After receiving the ball, Wang Yi had a brief chance to shoot with no one on him, before the two defenders could close in.
The fans in the arena immediately grew excited.
Many of them stood up, eagerly anticipating Wang Yi's third three-pointer.
Stephen A. Smith pumped his fist excitedly. "Yes, he's wide open!"
But Wang Yi didn't shoot right away.
Instead, he paused after catching the ball.
That brief pause gave King Arthur and Little Rivers time to close in and trap him.
The fans in the arena were puzzled, and Stephen A. Smith was confused too.
Pierce, on the other hand, was delighted. He laughed and said, "What's the matter? Wang Yi seems a step slow today. He doesn't take a shot when he gets a great look—does he have to wait for the double-team to arrive first?"
On the court,
Wang Yi waited until King Arthur and Little Rivers had both come up to trap him. Only then did he bend his knees and leap.
King Arthur hurriedly jumped with him.
Little Rivers stayed on the ground, guarding against Wang Yi faking a shot and driving past him on the side.
King Arthur couldn't jump as high as Wang Yi.
At the peak of Wang Yi's jump, King Arthur's hand could reach only his wrist.
And that was only because he had the height advantage.
Wang Yi flicked his wrist and shot