Popo didn't care whether Wang Yi could score 100 points.
Or rather, he did care, but not all that much.
He'd known for a long time that sooner or later, Wang Yi would score 100 points on his home court.
All the opponents Wang Yi had scored 100 against in the past had been incredibly strong.
In other words, the stronger the opponent, the more Wang Yi's desire to attack was stirred.
The Spurs might not seem all that strong, but the thing was, Popovich was their coach.
Popovich knew all too well that Wang Yi had always regarded him as a rival in the battle of wits.
Facing him, Wang Yi was bound to show extraordinary fighting spirit.
So sooner or later, he'd put up 100 points on Popovich's home court.
That was why Popovich wasn't worried about it.
What concerned him was how much stamina Wang Yi was using up.
The closer it got to the end of the fourth quarter, the more Popovich noticed Wang Yi slowing down and jumping lower on the court.
His explosiveness had faded, too.
That meant Wang Yi had burned through too much energy.
It was only to be expected.
If a player handled the ball and attacked on nearly every possession for an entire quarter, the toll on his stamina would be enormous.
Most players couldn't go it alone for a whole quarter.
Even those with exceptional stamina could last only a quarter and a half at most.
It was impossible for them to handle the ball and attack on their own for two straight quarters.
Even James, an alien with a physique entirely beyond ordinary human limits, could only go it alone with the ball for two quarters at most.
After that, his stamina would become a problem.
But Wang