"Whoa—!"
The 50,000 spectators in the arena erupted.
The roar was even louder than it had been after Wang Yi's incredible dunk just moments ago.
So far, the Philippines Team had managed to bring the ball across half court only once.
Xu Jingyu couldn't help but marvel. "China Team's defense is way too intense!"
"But then again, how much must the Philippines Team have angered them to make the usually mild-mannered China Team bring out this level of defensive pressure?"
"Looking at it this way, Reyes was basically asking to get himself killed when he provoked Brother Yi before the game!"
"Reyes must be regretting it already. You can provoke anyone before a game, but you should never provoke Brother Yi!"
The camera quickly cut to Reyes on the sidelines. His brows were now drawn together in a deep frown.
The calm, composed authority with which he had directed the team at the start of the game was gone.
China Team attacked next.
Zhang Jiacheng and Pang Bo ran a pick and roll, and then Zhang Jiacheng pulled up for a three-pointer.
The shot missed, and Pang Bo was boxed out, unable to force his way into the paint.
But the Philippines Team had committed so many players to keeping Pang Bo off the boards that they left Zeng Fanbo open.
Zeng Fanbo strolled to the basket, leaped, and slammed home the putback.
The score was now 17–0.
The Russian commentator couldn't help exclaiming, "It's only been three minutes, and they're already up 17–0. Could we actually see a 20–0 run?"
The Filipino commentator beside him furrowed his brow. "I believe the Philippines Team will score on this possession. They absolutely won't let it get to 20–0."
As he spoke, the Philippines Team inbounded the ball.
China Team kept up