Rukawa Rukawa turned to look at Wang Yi, a trace of smugness on his face.
His thoughts were: Rookie, never seen a One Hit Kill skill before, have you?
Wang Yi noticed the smug look on Rukawa Rukawa's face and chuckled as he rubbed his bald head.
"Your Level 1 Kill Skill is pretty cool, but if you use a One Hit Kill skill against an opponent a whole tier below you and still can't win, isn't that a bit embarrassing?"
Seeing the guy use a Level 1 Kill Skill, Wang Yi knew that the One Hit Kill skill wasn't unbeatable.
If you used a One Hit Kill skill in the final round, then it really would be a one-hit kill.
But if you used a Level 1 Kill Skill in the very first round, and your own skill couldn't keep up in the rounds that followed, then the One Hit Kill would become a laughingstock.
The spectators around them heard Flower Monk say this and were all displeased. They began shouting insults.
"Talk all you want, you're still just a sore loser!"
"You only got those four three-pointers in a row because you got lucky. You think you can make another streak now?"
"Just wait and see how Rukawa deals with you."
Rukawa Rukawa saw that this guy was still grinning at him despite facing his One Hit Kill. He snorted and spat out, "Idiot."
It was Wang Yi's turn to attack.
Rukawa Rukawa had already seen how ridiculous Wang Yi's three-pointers were, so he didn't dare let his guard down this time. Even though Wang Yi was standing three meters beyond the three-point line, he still stepped forward until he was just over a meter away.
Facing Rukawa's defense, Wang Yi slowly began a Crossover dribble, edging closer