Jordan hit the back of Wang Yi's head, which affected how high Wang Yi could jump. That was the only way Jordan could possibly block him.
But Wang Yi pulled the ball back with both hands on his right side, then switched it to his left, trying to dunk.
Jordan prepared to swipe his left hand toward the direction Wang Yi was shooting.
Just then, Wang Yi pulled the ball back again and hooked his right hand upward.
He went straight under Jordan's armpit, then hooked the ball toward the rim.
It was another version of Jordan's earlier midair put-back: a three-step layup.
But unlike Jordan, Wang Yi didn't tip the ball in with a hook shot. After bringing it up with the hook, he slammed it straight through the rim.
A dunk after a three-step layup!
Every spectator who saw it let out a cry of shock.
"Holy shit!"
"Oh my god!"
"Damn, a three-step layup into a dunk! This is insane, absolutely insane!"
Even Jordan's die-hard fans couldn't help but curse in amazement at the three-step layup dunk.
"Shit, this guy isn't even human."
"Did he cheat in his own game or something? They said it matched his physical stats at his peak, but even at his peak, I never saw him pull off a three-step layup straight into a dunk in real life."
"Investigate Wang Yi! He definitely cheated. It's his own game, after all. He can cheat however he wants."
Jordan stared at Wang Yi, his face full of disbelief.
How could anyone be this good?
Back when Jordan had played in real life, he'd used a three-step layup in an actual game. But because he'd glided such a long distance through the air, he hadn't jumped as high. His three-step layup had looked rushed, and