The ball was knocked straight out of Ximen Chuixue's hands, and both his arms had already turned red.
At the same time, the system's voice rang out in the air: Player "Beat Wang Yi" committed a three-point foul. Player "Ximen Chuixue" will take three free throws.
Seeing the Monk resort to such a despicable foul, the fans in the stands cursed him for it and prayed fervently:
"That Bald Monk is a damn cheat!"
"At least Ximen Chuixue has an 80% free-throw percentage."
"Great Hero Ximen, Brother Deng, you have to make those free throws!"
Wang Yi grinned at Ximen Chuixue and stepped closer. "Guess what'll happen if you miss one?"
Beneath his bamboo hat, Ximen Chuixue's face was impossible to make out, and his eyes were hidden from view.
But Wang Yi could feel that Ximen Chuixue's gaze wasn't as resolute as before.
Wang Yi understood now: he had won this round.
Ximen Chuixue had a three-point percentage of 50% and a free-throw percentage of 80%. Why had Wang Yi dared to bet on free throws rather than threes?
After playing so many NBA games, Wang Yi knew this all too well.
The more crucial and tense the moment, the more excited he got. He had never experienced that sense of pressure in a clutch moment.
But from listening to his teammates describe it over the years, he knew that the more you kept moving in a crucial moment, the less nervous you'd be when it came time to take a clutch shot.
Imagine this: in a crucial moment, you run around the court a few times, get the ball, and shoot. Some of your nervousness will fade while you're running. Your attention will be divided between shaking your defender, cutting through the defense, and getting the ball. By