"I'll give you the whole court!"
Wang Yi's words left the crowd stunned.
"Does Brother Yi mean he won't step out of that circle?"
"Damn, how are they supposed to play if he stays in the circle? The Japanese kid can stroll right under the basket and score every time. He'll have a hundred-percent shooting rate!"
"Honestly, isn't Brother Yi being a little overconfident?"
Wang Yaoxue's mouth hung open as he stared at Wang Yi in disbelief.
He had never seen a matchup like this before: two people going one-on-one, with one of them refusing to leave a circle.
The viewers in the livestream were also quick to comment:
"Holy crap, Brother Yi won't even step out of the circle? How confident do you have to be to say something like that?"
"No, but if Brother Yi won't leave the circle, how's he going to guard the Japanese kid? The kid can shoot threes whenever he wants. Even if he misses, he can grab the rebound and shoot again. Sooner or later, he'll score on every possession. What can Brother Yi do?"
"Holy shit, I've been watching basketball for over twenty years, and I've never seen anyone play one-on-one without leaving a circle. And that circle's way too small—it's barely big enough for Brother Yi to stand in with both feet."
Xu Jingyu rubbed his face with both hands and said, "How do I put this? It is surprising, but when it comes to Brother Yi, nothing he does surprises me anymore."
"And don't you think what he said was incredibly bold? 'I'll give you my right hand, and I'll give you the whole court.' He's already crushed Red Hair with that sheer presence. All I can do is shout, '666!'"
At the court.
Seeing how Wang Yi looked down