Tatum was thoroughly convinced now.
He had never been willing to admit that Wang Yi was better than him. He thought that if he just worked harder, sooner or later he would be able to beat Wang Yi.
But after watching this game and hearing King Arthur and the others analyze it, he realized that Wang Yi wasn't just physically gifted and technically brilliant.
More than anything, that guy's brain was practically like a computer.
The details Wang Yi thought of, the way he handled the ball and made decisions—Tatum wouldn't have thought of them in a hundred lifetimes.
Thinking of this, Tatum sighed to himself.
All the fire in him had been extinguished.
There was only one second left. France had barely inbounded the ball when time ran out.
China Team had unquestionably won the game.
The game had also left the fans thoroughly entertained.
"Brother Yi against three Spider-Men, and he wins big! Badass!"
"France's Artificial Giant wasn't all that, after all."
"The media hyped up France's Artificial Giant like crazy, but even with their three-tower lineup, France still couldn't win. China Team is badass! Brother Yi is badass!"
The fans weren't just thrilled because Wang Yi had won the game. The final free-throw battle had also been a big part of it.
Generally speaking, a free-throw battle like that was the most boring thing on a basketball court.
You shoot, then I shoot; I shoot, then you shoot. There's no contest at all.
But the free-throw battle at the end of this game had everyone talking.
That was because Wang Yi had pulled off an infinite loop, shooting eight free throws in a row.
He scored five points in a single possession.
And just like that, the lead widened.
Wang Yi's precise control of where the rebounds