Wang Yi showed no fear. Instead, he reached out with his right hand and caught the fireball in midair.
The flames gradually died away, and the smoke vanished. What appeared in Wang Yi's hand was a bright red basketball.
Only then did Wang Yi's mother, watching in the real world, breathe a sigh of relief.
The audience was astonished.
"Whoa, the meteorite condensed into a basketball!"
"Holy crap, I never could've imagined a basketball making an entrance like that!"
"First snow and wind condensed into a basketball, now a meteorite turned into one. This isn't a realistic game—it's a fantasy game!"
Clearly, the scene had made the audience even more interested in the game.
In the game, dinosaurs occasionally ran past the edge of the court, and meteorites periodically crashed down around it, shaking the floor. Yet the court itself remained completely unharmed.
A fiery red number still floated above the basketball hoop: 14.
Wang Yi tossed the ball to Jordan. "You can start on this round."
As soon as Jordan got the ball, the timer above the backboard began counting down.
Jordan didn't dribble straight at Wang Yi. Instead, he slowly worked his way to the three-point line.
Then he dropped his shoulder and made a quick first step, faking a drive that sent Wang Yi stumbling a step back and to the side. Jordan pulled the ball back between his legs and shot from the three-point line.
Jordan's shooting form was graceful and fluid. The ball traced a beautiful arc, then smacked off the front of the rim.
Wang Yi turned and grabbed the rebound.
He knew Jordan had chosen to fake him out and pull up in front of him instead of driving because Jordan was badly fatigued.
When players got too tired, they often didn't want