Of course, some spectators had seen plenty. "Hitting eleven threes in a row is out of reach for people like us, but for Brother Yi, it's no big deal. Don't you know he once made 93 out of 100 threes during practice?"
"Exactly! Brother Yi's three-point percentage is absolutely unbeatable!"
"Brother Yi's career total for made threes is already eighth all-time. Give him at most three more seasons, and he'll pass Stephen Curry to become the NBA's all-time Three-Point King!"
The spectators tossed the ball to Wang Yi for the eleventh time, but this time he didn't shoot a three. He simply went through two crossover dribbles, then drove straight toward the basket.
He planted his right foot beyond the free-throw line and launched himself into the air, gliding toward the hoop as if he were soaring through the clouds.
While airborne, he switched the ball behind his back and raised his left hand high.
Raise Fire to Burn the Sky!
As he flew beneath the hoop, he swept his left hand down and slammed the ball through the basket.
"Whoa!"
"No way!"
"Oh my god!"
"Holy crap!"
At that moment, every spectator in the stands was on the verge of losing their mind.
They had all seen Wang Yi's free-throw-line dunks on TV countless times, but none of them had ever seen one in person.
If you went to a game and saw for yourself how far the free-throw line was from the basket, you'd understand just how outrageous a free-throw-line dunk was.
Plenty of people, after first seeing those freakish players dunk from the free-throw line, had gone to check the distance between the line and the basket in person. They couldn't help wondering if the dunks were faked.
How could a human being jump that far?
Now