The spectators listened to the four commentators' analysis, and one by one, they finally understood.
"Sure enough, amateurs watch the spectacle while experts see the finer points. Without the commentators' analysis, I really wouldn't have noticed all these details."
"Brother Yi really lives up to his name. His defense was simply flawless!"
"There were so many little details in a single defensive play. If even one of them had been slightly off, Jordan would've hit the game-winner just now. That attention to detail was incredible!"
On the court, Jordan watched the replay of that attack several times. He didn't say a word.
He took a few steps, bent down, and picked up the ball with one hand.
When he reached the three-point line, he tossed it to Wang Yi.
The moment Wang Yi got the ball, the timer above the basket started counting down.
Perhaps Jordan's near game-winner had fired him up. Though his energy was spent, an unquenchable hunger stirred inside him.
Fight!
Fight!
A real man fought!
The stronger his opponent, the more excited he got.
That trait served him well now.
Even though his energy was gone, his overwhelming desire and sheer mental strength seemed to fill his arms with power.
As he dribbled, he suddenly slapped the ball with both hands.
The basketball spun violently as it shot toward the left.
But as soon as it hit the floor, it bounced sharply back toward the right.
Unless you watched closely, it seemed as if the ball had defied the laws of physics.
Jordan was exhausted. To conserve as much energy as possible, he didn't chase the ball in the direction it was going. Instead, he kept his eyes fixed on Wang Yi and moved to defend whichever way Wang Yi went.
Though Wang Yi dribbled to