Wang Yi came to the three-point line and immediately turned around.
Jordan was guarding him at the free-throw line, but Wang Yi didn't rush to drive past him. Instead, he slowly moved up to Jordan, then immediately turned his back to him.
He used his back to hold Jordan off as he slowly dribbled.
At one moment, he suddenly faked a shoulder feint to the right, then quickly spun left.
At the same time, he used his shoulder to pin Jordan's shoulder from behind, preventing him from turning around quickly.
Meanwhile, Wang Yi had already taken off, flying toward the basket.
Behind Wang Yi, Jordan hurriedly tried to chase him down and block the shot.
Wang Yi raised his right arm high and reached forward.
Jordan's vertical leap simply wasn't as high as Wang Yi's, and with so little time to react, he couldn't reach the ball in Wang Yi's hand.
Wang Yi raised the ball to the sky and slammed it through with ease.
Rumble!
Another deafening crash rang out. Not far from Mount Everest, another peak at their feet was struck by an avalanche.
One spectator understood what was going on. "In ordinary basketball games, dunk effects at most set the ball on fire, turn the rim red-hot, or make electricity crackle around the court. Just look at Brother Yi's game: after a dunk, it triggers an avalanche! The difference in quality is obvious!"
"Comparing other games to Wang's Game is already disrespectful to Brother Yi."
After scoring, Wang Yi looked at Jordan with a smile, as if to say, "Do you get it now?"
Jordan didn't respond. His expression remained impassive.
Wang Yi passed the ball to Jordan from beyond the three-point line, then took his place at the free-throw line to defend.
He knew this setting