This time, to keep Wang Yi from coming up to receive the ball, Brown positioned himself directly in front of him.
Wang Yi suddenly took off and sprinted toward the paint.
Brown hurried after him, but when Wang Yi reached the paint, Pang Bo stepped across to set a screen for him, allowing Wang Yi to move to the left wing.
As soon as Wang Yi reached the spot, Zhang Jiacheng's pass arrived.
That was Zhang Jiacheng's ability. Even with Morant, who was guarding him, stretching his arm as far as he could to disrupt the pass, Zhang Jiacheng still found the right opening and delivered the ball to Wang Yi at just the right moment.
After reaching his spot, Wang Yi saw that Brown hadn't caught up yet, so he didn't shoot right away. He waited a second.
Only after Brown came in front of him did Wang Yi jump straight up.
Brown truly had no answer for this kind of shot from Wang Yi.
He wanted to knock the ball away as Wang Yi shot, but Wang Yi didn't raise the ball in front of him. He brought it up from the side, making it difficult to strip.
He wanted to block the shot, but he couldn't jump as high as Wang Yi, making that even harder.
All he could do was watch Wang Yi shoot.
The basketball once again slammed into the hoop like a cannonball.
Brown saw it go in and spread his hands.
Stephen Curry watched in amazement and said:
"I'll brag a little here. As a historically great three-point shooter, making twelve or thirteen threes in a game is already a rare feat. What's terrifying about Wang Yi is that he made thirteen in a row—thirteen for thirteen, a hundred percent."
James nodded, then