Viewers watching the screen saw Wang Yi dribbling calmly in front of Wemby. One by one, they realized Wang Yi was about to pull up, and every one of them found it hard to believe.
"What? He's pulling up against Wemby?!"
"Oh, he's gone crazy. He's really gone crazy. Somebody tell me he's actually lost his mind!"
"A 6'4" guard is going to pull up for a three right in front of Wemby? What kind of lunatic would do something like that?"
Wemby realized Wang Yi was about to pull up right in front of him, and a surge of anger rose in his chest.
Normally, when a big man defended a smaller player's shot, he felt a sense of psychological superiority.
And when a smaller player kept making shots right in front of a big man, it would irritate him.
But Wang Yi had already made so many threes in front of Wemby, and Wemby hadn't been irritated. He'd just felt a little despair.
After all, given Wang Yi's stature, it wouldn't matter if he made threes in front of him at a clip of over 60 percent. Even if Wang Yi made every single one, Wemby wouldn't be the least bit annoyed.
That was Wang Yi, the greatest of all time!
The Unrivaled Superstar!!
The strongest on Earth!!!
What was the big deal if he made a few threes in front of him?
It was perfectly normal.
It would be strange if he missed.
But this shot was different. The guy was actually going to pull up for a three right in front of him.
No fakes, no dribble moves—just a straight-up pull-up three.
This was going too far.
So at first, Wemby kept his legs spread to guard against Wang Yi making a move. But as the