After sinking that three-pointer, Wang Yi lowered his right hand, which he had been holding high, and clenched it into a fist.
He held it against his chest and said, "It's back. It's all back!"
He hadn't actually intended to bank in that three-pointer.
The moment he released the shot, he knew he'd put too much on it.
There was no helping it. With this kind of shot, it was hard to guarantee consistency.
But once you entered your Personal Domain, the hoop became an ocean, and every shot went in.
Some shots felt off the moment they left your hand, but they bounced around the rim and still went in. Others felt too powerful, but after hitting the backboard, they bounced right into the net.
That was the Personal Domain.
This is the zone!
Wang Yi lifted his head and gave it a deliberate toss, as if flicking his bangs away from his forehead.
Then he held his right hand upright in front of his chest. "Amitabha. Praise the Buddha."
The spectators around them were all getting riled up.
"Brother Dan, take that punk on again!"
"That guy's way too cocky. Take him down, Brother Dan!"
"Brother Dan, that guy's acting like a little punk. If you don't take him down, you'll be letting down the name Akagi Gangan!"
In their eyes, the score had stayed close throughout the match. The only reason Akagi Gangan had lost was that Flower Monk had gone first.
In the third round, however, Akagi Gangan would get to go first.
And there was no way Flower Monk's three-pointers would be as accurate in the third round as they had been in the second.
Who could possibly hit three-pointers that accurately every round? Akagi Gangan had a good chance of winning the third.
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