As soon as the shot went in, at least half the Celtics fans in the arena clutched their heads with both hands.
Some spectators even murmured, "That's terrifying!"
No kidding. Wang Yi's individual offense was downright terrifying.
The Celtics had been on a tear offensively this quarter.
They'd played nearly six minutes and missed only two shots, yet their 20-point lead had shrunk to just six.
Wang Yi wasn't even human.
After scoring, Wang Yi looked at Tatum and spread his hands again, shrugging.
Imitating His Airness, he delivered that classic line of trash talk: "Keep it up, young man. You almost managed to guard me."
Tatum only furrowed his brow. He couldn't come up with any trash talk to throw back at Wang Yi.
Seriously, who would talk trash to a guy who'd made nearly 30 threes in a single game?
Anyone with even a halfway functioning brain wouldn't do something like that.
Back on offense, the Celtics gave the ball to Brown this time.
Using a screen, Brown got Wang Yi switched onto him. Once again, they were targeting Wang Yi.
With one simple crossover, he got past Wang Yi, whose lateral movement had slowed.
Then he drove to mid-range and knocked down a simple fadeaway jumper.
The lead grew back to eight.
Brown's offense was always that simple and efficient.
On the other end, Wang Yi got the ball off a screen, used another screen to get free, then hit yet another three.
The lead was cut straight to five.
After he made that three, the insults from the crowd stopped for about four seconds.
Celtics head coach Mazulla couldn't take it anymore and immediately called a timeout.
Wang Yi didn't head to the bench right away. He looked out at the silent crowd, then cupped his