As soon as he said that, the spectators erupted in anger. Some even couldn't help wanting to rush up and beat him, but the others held them back.
The guy was clearly livestreaming, too. If anyone hit him now, it would only make things worse for Wang Yi.
The big names in the basketball world watching this all looked grim.
That Japanese guy's words had backed Wang Yi into a corner. There was nowhere to hide. What could he do?
Just then, Wang Yi glanced at the Japanese guy's cameraman, then looked at Shiraha Otoko. The corner of his mouth lifted in a contemptuous smile.
"You want to challenge me? First, get past my disciple."
Everyone at the scene froze when Wang Yi said that.
Since when did Wang Yi have a disciple?
The viewers in the livestream were stunned, too. "Brother Yi has a disciple?"
"I've never heard anything about that all these years."
"Could Brother Yi mean Wang Liang?"
That viewer had only said it offhand, but soon a lot of viewers caught on.
"No way, could it actually be true?"
"Now that you mention it, with Brother Yi's style, it really is possible."
"Wow, it really could be. But can Wang Liang beat that Japanese guy?"
The big names from the basketball world watching the livestream heard Wang Yi's words and gave the matter some thought. They all arrived at a downright absurd conclusion.
Wang Yi might really send Wang Liang out to play.
Because in the current situation, if Wang Yi played himself, he would lose no matter what. But if he sent Wang Liang out, at least he could avoid losing in person.
But could Wang Liang win?
The answer was obvious. One was a streetball ace from Japan who had taken on street courts