After Jordan slammed the ball through the hoop, he let out a roar, venting all the frustration and irritation he'd been holding in.
"He's starting to find his rhythm!"
"The God of Basketball is waking up!"
"Come back, God of Basketball!"
The commentators and the crowd began to get excited, too.
Wang Yi turned to look at Jordan, who had just landed from his dunk. Their eyes met, and their gazes seemed to clash like invisible bolts of lightning.
It was Wang Yi's turn to attack.
He jab-stepped toward the left, and when he saw Jordan retreat a little, he immediately pulled the ball back to shoot. Jordan hurried forward a step, but as soon as he did, Wang Yi drove past him on the right.
Jordan spun around at once and chased after Wang Yi, but it was already too late. Wang Yi had reached the basket.
Jordan hurriedly went up to block him again.
This time, he lunged even harder. Though it was obvious he couldn't reach the ball, he threw himself almost entirely onto Wang Yi's back.
The instant Wang Yi felt Jordan make contact with his back, he quickly pulled out of his dunking motion. As their bodies collided, he swung his right arm in a wide loop and scooped the ball up from the right side.
The ball kissed the backboard, spun, and dropped through the hoop.
At the same moment, all three referees blew their whistles.
Jordan had committed a shooting foul.
Wang Yi stepped to the free-throw line and calmly sank the shot.
He had won another game.
Jordan turned and headed straight off the court. As he walked, the ball bounced right in front of him, and he kicked it far into the stands.
Luckily, this was a game, where the rules