In the game, it was precisely the Level 1 Kill Skill that gave players who were otherwise average a chance to defeat experts.
The spectators were delighted when they saw Ximen Chuixue steal the ball from Wang Yi.
"Nice steal!"
"Great play!"
"Brother Deng, great play! Get him!"
Wang Fugui covered her cherry-red lips with both hands, looking startled. "Be careful, big brother!"
The only thing Wang Yi could do now was keep up with Ximen Chuixue on defense.
Without the Cover the Sky with One Hand skill, he had to rely on his completely unenhanced body, which had the lowest talent, to stop this guy who was two tiers above him.
It was easy to imagine how difficult that would be.
But far from making Wang Yi afraid, it only stoked his fighting spirit.
His eyes blazed, and his cheeks flushed red.
It was as if steam were shooting out of all 36,000 pores on his body.
That's right—his blood was boiling!
Once again, Ximen Chuixue didn't take a three-pointer. Instead, he chose the safest option and drove to the basket.
With a simple change of direction, followed by a burst of speed, he got half a step ahead of Wang Yi and reached the basket.
As he took his first steps, he used his shoulder to bump Wang Yi aside.
Then he shouted, "Don't you like One Hit Kill? Come on!"
After knocking Wang Yi aside, he flicked the ball toward the basket with his right hand.
But as soon as he finished speaking, a sharp slap rang out.
A burning pain, like needles stabbing his right forearm, shot through him.
The ball stopped halfway through his shooting motion, and he couldn't lift it any higher.
In the end, his arm drooped limply, like a little brother after