Because his opponent was so strong, Wang Yi was incredibly excited, and he was in excellent form. Even though Ximen Chuixue closed in on him, Wang Yi still shot over his fingertips. Ximen Chuixue had lunged too aggressively, though, and his hand hit Wang Yi's wrist.
Swish!
The three-pointer went in, and he drew a foul.
A voice rang out from above: "Player Ximen Chuixue committed a three-point foul. Player Beat Wang Yi gets one free throw."
Wang Yi grinned and rubbed his bald head.
He said to Ximen Chuixue, "How come I get a buy-three-get-one-free deal? I'm almost embarrassed."
Then he stepped to the free-throw line and calmly sank the extra shot.
His free-throw percentage in the game was an astonishing 97%.
It was Ximen Chuixue's turn to attack again.
He still used his speed to get past Wang Yi, then pulled up outside the three-point line on the right and shot another three.
But the moment he released the ball, he could tell the shot was off.
He immediately headed under the basket to fight for the rebound. Wang Yi could tell the shot was off too and went for the rebound, but his body wasn't as strong as the other guy's, and he couldn't hold his position.
He couldn't jump as high as the other guy, and he was shorter too. In the end, Ximen Chuixue grabbed the rebound.
But instead of going right back up for a second-chance shot, Ximen Chuixue dribbled straight out to the top of the arc.
From their last matchup, he knew this damn monk was deadly from three.
To beat him, he'd have to make a three on just about every possession. Otherwise, winning would be difficult.
So he went beyond the three-point line and leaped high.
This time, Wang Yi