All of that was why the fans in the arena had fallen completely silent.
Only now did they realize just how powerful an opponent they were facing.
He wasn't just superior in skill and tactics; mentally, he was on an entirely different level from everyone else.
A man like that was truly terrifying.
Amid the dead silence in the arena, several Celtics players—especially their star trio, Embiid, Jaylen Brown, and Jason Tatum—felt a profound sense of helplessness.
To be fair, they had all brought everything they had to bear. They had given it their all.
And yet they still couldn't beat Wang Yi.
What they found hardest to accept was that Wang Yi had done it with one foot severely sprained.
In the fourth quarter alone, Wang Yi had scored nearly 70 points.
He finished the game with an absurd 128.
Was this guy even human?
And he was already 34 years old.
A 34-year-old veteran, playing on a badly sprained foot, had put up 128 points and beaten the three of them—no, Ja Morant too. He had beaten all four of them.
What kind of absurd player was he?
After the game, Ja Morant gave a helpless, wry smile and started walking over to Wang Yi.
Shaking his head, he said with a rueful grin, "Oh, Wang, you really are the bane of my existence."
Wang Yi shrugged and joked, "It's not just you."
Morant smiled wryly again. "So what you're really saying is, you're out to get every NBA player?"
Wang Yi nodded. "Pretty much."
Then he burst out laughing. "Just kidding. I'm just kidding."
The two went their separate ways after talking.
But once Morant turned around, a trace of bitterness welled up inside him.
Wang Yi wasn't just out to get him. He was out to