Seeing Akagi Gangan stay put, Wang Yi shook his head and launched a three-pointer.
This time, the shot had a very flat arc.
Yet it struck the back of the rim with pinpoint accuracy, making a loud bang before bouncing straight into the net.
Another three-pointer.
The score was now 10–8.
Akagi Gangan was secretly taken aback.
Then he dribbled back under the basket. After using his strength to shove Wang Yi aside, he didn't jump straight up for a dunk. Instead, he gave a little fake, waiting for Wang Yi to come over and try to block him so he could draw a foul and get a 2+1.
He could shoot threes, but his Three-point Touch hadn't recovered yet. So if he could draw a 2+1 from this Flower Monk, he'd have a good chance of winning the game.
But Wang Yi was no ordinary player. He didn't fall for it.
After Akagi Gangan had shouldered him aside and pushed him beneath the basket, Wang Yi didn't rush.
When he saw Akagi Gangan give that little fake, he instead made a flourish with his right hand in front of himself, then gestured invitingly.
"Princess, please dunk."
That was pretty damn obnoxious.
But Akagi Gangan had no choice but to shoot.
He leaped with a furious roar and slammed the ball into the hoop.
And he wasn't done. He grabbed the rim with both hands and gave it a vicious yank, as if he wanted to tear the rim and the entire basket to pieces.
Wang Yi shook his head and said:
"Amitabha. Violence can't solve problems. We should use love to change the world. Do you understand?"
"Motherf—"
Akagi Gangan was so furious he blurted out a curse.
The spectators in the stands also started swearing one after another.