Rukawa had lunged too hard. When he saw the guy had pulled back beyond the three-point line, he hurriedly tried to stop and turn around to defend against his three-pointer.
His brain caught up, but his feet didn't.
His feet and brain weren't on the same wavelength at all.
The result was that his upper body pitched forward while his feet kept moving backward. With a thud, he fell three meters in front of Wang Yi.
Wang Yi gathered the ball beyond the three-point line.
He didn't shoot right away. Instead, he tucked the ball under his arm and looked down at Rukawa Rukawa.
He shook his head. "No need to bow. You may rise."
Rukawa Rukawa gritted his teeth, slammed a fist into the floor, and started to get up. But before he could, Wang Yi rose up and shot from beyond the three-point line.
The spectators saw the Flower Monk had faked Rukawa out of his shoes, and they all cried out in surprise.
When they saw him shoot another three, they shouted:
"Miss!"
"Short!"
"Brick!"
As they shouted, the basketball seemed to answer them, slamming straight into the net with a bang.
It was an incredibly hard shot. The ball hit the back of the rim as if a hammer were driving in a nail, and made a loud bang.
Wang Yi turned to the crowd. "Sorry about that ugly shot. I hope you'll forgive me."
The spectators gritted their teeth again.
"You jerk!"
"What a jerk! Where's my knife? I'm gonna stab this guy!"
"I can't take it anymore! Why can't we beat people up in this game? I really can't stand it!"
Rukawa Rukawa had been faked out by Wang Yi, and then Wang Yi had made the three. He felt humiliated.
After all, this