As everyone was talking, Ximen Chuixue edged toward Wang Yi.
Just as Wang Yi was about to lose his balance, he suddenly planted his right foot, pulled the ball with his left hand, and spun 360 degrees in place.
Ximen Chuixue had been leaning into Wang Yi's left shoulder. But Wang Yi's sudden 360-degree spin made him miss completely.
It was like throwing a punch at a cloud.
After the spin, Wang Yi took the opportunity to dribble straight to the three-point line.
Then he stopped abruptly and straightened up, looking ready to shoot.
After getting beaten, Ximen Chuixue reacted quickly, chasing after him like a gust of wind. He leaped high and reached to block Wang Yi's shot.
His cape fluttered behind him once again, like a flag.
But Wang Yi didn't shoot.
With a whoosh, Ximen Chuixue flew right past him.
Wang Yi stood motionless, watching Ximen Chuixue sail by. "Wow, that's high."
Only then did he calmly jump.
By now, Ximen Chuixue couldn't turn around in time. He hurried into the paint, trying to get the rebound.
But with Wang Yi's three-point percentage of over 60% on the street court, plus the buffs that made him more excited against stronger opponents and put him in better form as the game grew more intense, the odds of this shot missing weren't high.
Swish!
The ball dropped cleanly through the net.
6:3!
After making the three-pointer, Wang Yi said to Ximen Chuixue, "Do you know why you're bound to lose?"
The spectators around them weren't happy to hear that.
"Damn, he's talking big after barely a round and a half. Great Hero Ximen, beat him up!"
"He makes two threes and gets this cocky? I really can't stand this guy!"
Two cold gleams shone from beneath Ximen Chuixue's bamboo