Big Ball saw that there was no way he could stop Wang Yi, so he simply reached out and smacked Wang Yi hard on the right forearm.
Wang Yi had been shooting 100% from three today.
So rather than let him shoot a three, Big Ball figured he might as well foul him and send him to the line for three free throws.
Maybe he'd miss one and score a point less.
But Big Ball was just 0.1 seconds too late. A split second before he hit Wang Yi's hand, Wang Yi had already flicked his wrist and released the ball.
The moment the ball left Wang Yi's hand, Big Ball's palm slammed into his right arm. The blow sent Wang Yi stumbling, and he nearly fell to the floor.
The referee immediately called Big Ball for a shooting foul.
At the same time, a crisp, melodious swish rang out behind Big Ball as the ball brushed through the net.
Swish!
Another three!
Wang Yi glanced back at Big Ball.
He'd already thought his scoring pace was a little slow, and now Big Ball was helping him put up points. What a nice guy.
Big Ball saw the look in Wang Yi's eyes. He didn't know exactly what Wang Yi meant, but he knew it couldn't be anything good.
His gaze fell on Wang Yi's right forearm, which had turned bright red from the hit. He really had put some force into that blow.
Big Ball figured that after such a hard hit, Wang Yi's right arm would be badly affected. There was a good chance he'd miss the free throw.
But when Wang Yi saw Big Ball staring at his right arm, a disdainful smile touched his lips.
Then he raised the ball with his left hand and flicked