Wemby's ability to jump repeatedly was exceptional, too. As soon as he saw the ball bounce up, he leaped high, hoping to slam it straight back into the basket.
It wasn't stubbornness. He was trying to overcome his mental block.
He had to dunk it in front of Wang Yi.
And Wang Yi was behind him. Wemby had jumped high for the putback, so surely there was no way Wang Yi could block him this time.
But to his utter shock, just as both his hands grabbed the ball and he was about to slam it down, an arm reached out from behind him and hammered the ball, striking Wemby's hand as well.
Smack—
The block rang out loudly. The ball was swatted into the backboard and bounced far away.
When Wemby landed and looked at his hand, he saw that the back of it had turned bright red.
But the referee didn't blow the whistle. Under the hand-as-part-of-the-ball rule, it was a clean block.
The crowd had been sent into an adrenaline frenzy by Wang Yi's four consecutive blocks, and everyone craned their necks and shouted like mad.
"Aaaaaah!"
"Beautiful!"
"That was sick!"
The crowd's long dragon-like roar rang out once more.
"Roooar!"
After batting the ball away, Wang Yi turned around, hammered his chest with both fists, then roared at the stands.
"Ahhh!"
Four blocks on Wemby in a single possession. Who else could do that?
The most blocks Wemby had ever suffered in a row during his career was three, and the person who did it had also been Wang Yi.
Tonight, Wang Yi had broken another record.
Most importantly, all four blocks had come in the final minute of a King of the Mountain Battle, with the Hornets down six and trying to come back.
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