And when she saw the look of disgust on her face as she blew kisses at other pretty women.
Wang Yi was even more certain that Beat Wang Yi was definitely a man in real life.
Thinking about it, Wang Yi felt a chill run through him as he looked at Beat Wang Yi again.
After all, whoever was controlling that character could be a big, bearded man with nose hair like a broom, scratching his feet.
The score had reached 8:2.
Iron Ring Sister on the other team was clearly panicking.
Traffic Light also looked grim.
Lightning Man gritted his teeth. "Again!"
This time, as he faced Wang Yi's defense, a layer of red light enveloped his body.
In the next moment, he performed a lightning-fast crossover dribble, then burst forward and sped past his defender.
He was so fast that Wang Yi didn't even have time to react. Lightning Man was already beneath the basket, where he slammed the ball home one-handed with a powerful dunk. At the same time, several blazing words appeared above his head:
One-hit kill skill: Lightning Break!
Wang Yi gave Lightning Man a thumbs-up. "That one-hit kill skill is pretty damn good."
After a pause, he added, "But what good is it? The score's still 8:4."
His words left Lightning Man feeling both humiliated and furious.
He was furious because this damn monk had gone too far, repeatedly provoking him with his words. It was seriously pissing him off.
He was humiliated because, after those few simple plays, he'd already realized that the damn monk was quite skilled, and Beat Wang Yi was no pushover either.
They might be in trouble in this game.
After all, whoever was controlling that character could be a big, bearded man with nose hair like a broom,