Without a doubt, if Wang Yi went straight for the dunk with his right hand, it would have been blocked. But he didn't.
Instead, he pulled the ball back with his right hand, switched it to his left, and stretched out his arm, reaching over Antoine's head before slamming the ball into the hoop.
An alley-oop crossover dunk.
This time, the crowd didn't erupt in cheers right away. There was a brief pause of about a second.
Everyone was too stunned to react.
The height those two had reached on their jumps was terrifying.
At the peak of their leap, both of them had reached a height level with the top of the backboard.
How horrifying was that?
The American players on the sidelines, a bunch of athletic freaks, were all staring in stunned amazement.
There was no doubt that Team America had the best physical talent at the Basketball World Cup. Every one of them could fly and throw down dunks.
To players from other countries, they were practically a bunch of aliens.
And yet, not one of them could touch the top of the backboard.
But now they were watching these two guys fight for the ball in midair, both reaching high enough to touch the top of the backboard.
It was like watching a comic book come to life.
"Good heavens, did these two walk straight out of a comic book?"
"The Artificial Giant and China's Flying Man, these two guys..."
"Damn it, I'm watching sports, not science fiction!"
After landing, Wang Yi let out another roar.
Then he turned and looked at the French giant in front of him.
Antoine stared back at Wang Yi in disbelief.
He'd seen plenty of players with incredible talent, but this was the first time he'd seen anyone with talent