Wemby lunged at him and collided with Wang Yi's waist.
But in midair, Wang Yi was like a flying bulldozer. He slammed straight into Wemby, sending him flying sideways and crashing hard into the basket stanchion before he bounced off and hit the floor.
Wang Yi, however, seemed completely unaffected.
With a furious roar, he slammed the ball into the hoop.
Rumble—
The heavens and earth seemed to split apart!
The ground shook!
Even the lights in the arena seemed to flicker a few times.
The entire arena fell silent!
If Wemby had still been unconvinced when he heard Wang Yi say, "Being MVP is only natural," then Wang Yi had now shown him through his actions exactly what it meant to be MVP—only natural.
The spectators were all dumbfounded.
They had seen the Overlord Dunk many times, either in person or on screen, but every time they saw it, they were still utterly shocked.
How could someone generate such tremendous force while flying through the air?
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The referee immediately blew his whistle and signaled an offensive foul, indicating that Wang Yi had committed one.
Popovich immediately sent the team's medical staff onto the court and asked whether Wemby was all right.
Wemby was the undisputed heart of the Spurs. If anything happened to him, the Spurs would probably be done for again this year.
The team doctor came over and saw Wemby lying on the floor, clutching his chest with both hands, his face twisted in pain.
"How are you feeling? Where does it hurt?"
the doctor asked.
Wemby shook his head and cursed. "Oh, damn it! My ribs! Are my ribs broken? Damn it! I feel like I got hit by a speeding train."
The doctor gently felt along Wemby's ribs and made an initial assessment: they