The Japanese fans were furious when they saw Wang Yi's disciple bullying Shiraha Otoko like this.
"You despicable Chinese, you despicable Wang Yi!"
"Damn brat. I'd love to crush him to death!"
"That brat's asking for it!"
Although Shiraha Otoko was seething inside, he had no other choice now.
He could only keep shooting free throws.
This time, though, he didn't use both hands. He raised the ball with his left hand, supporting it with one hand, then pushed up slightly with his toes and flicked his wrist.
Swish!
The free throw went in, bringing the score to 2–1.
Wang Liang attacked again, doing exactly what he had before.
With his back to Shiraha Otoko, he pulled the ball with his right hand and spun around, searching for Shiraha Otoko's elbow with his own right elbow as he turned.
Shiraha Otoko wasn't paying any attention to defending the spin. He was completely focused on protecting himself from Wang Liang's elbow.
When Wang Liang's elbow came at him, he hurriedly jumped to the side to avoid it, allowing Wang Liang to drive easily toward the basket.
Shiraha Otoko hurried after him, trying to block Wang Liang's shot beneath the basket. But when Wang Liang saw him coming, he went straight for Shiraha Otoko's right wrist with his elbow.
The psychological scar from Wang Liang's earlier elbow had already grown several times worse. As soon as Shiraha Otoko saw Wang Liang's elbow coming, he hurriedly pulled his right hand away.
Wang Liang moved one step to the right and made a right-handed finger roll.
The easy two-pointer went in.
4–2!
Next, Shiraha Otoko tried to dribble, and Wang Liang immediately swiped at the ball.
It looked like he was going for the ball, but every time, he came down hard on Shiraha