As they were talking, the big screen replayed Wang Yi's five spectacular blocks five times, then showed another clip.
It was of Wang Yi holding the ball in one hand at the end, facing x, whom he had just blocked, and saying something to him.
Wang Yi had been mic'd up today. Players wearing mics usually watched what they said very carefully, and after their voices were collected, a dedicated team backstage reviewed the audio to decide whether it could be played for the audience.
Now that it had passed review, the audio finally played throughout the arena.
"Kid, welcome to the NBA."
"Woooo!"
The arena erupted once again!
"That's incredible! So damn good!"
"Brother Yi really is Brother Yi. No one can match his trash talk!"
"That's why I worship Brother Yi!"
Hearing it, Reggie Miller was also impressed by Wang Yi's trash-talking skills.
"In the NBA, there are different levels of trash talk. The lowest level is swearing nonstop. A lot of players look down on that kind of trash talk."
"The highest level is when you don't use a single swear word, but still leave the other person feeling tremendous pressure, with no way to talk back. After all, the players who can deliver that kind of trash talk usually have the kind of absolute dominance on the court to back it up."
JJ Redick nodded too.
"Exactly. 'Kid, welcome to the NBA.' That one line showed he was on a completely different level from x. If x was on the third floor, Wang Yi was in the stratosphere. And x couldn't even talk back. After getting blocked five times in a row, how could he possibly have the nerve to?"
Reggie Miller continued to sing Wang Yi's praises. "But compared to that line, I think what