He knew Wang Yi was fast. Anyone who could crush a sprinting World Champion in a 100-meter race was obviously fast.
But had that last burst of speed really been that ridiculous?
What kind of block had that been?
It was like racing Bolt in the 100 meters, falling at the starting line, and still catching up to Bolt by the finish.
It was so damn ridiculous, it was hard to believe.
Noah and Morant weren't the only ones stunned. The fans who had witnessed the whole thing were also finding it hard to believe.
"Oh my, how can anyone run that fast?"
"Wait, is he the Flash?"
"That was just absurd!"
The big screen showed Wang Yi's long sprint to block Noah.
Only after watching the replay did everyone understand what had happened.
"So that's how he did it. He rolled over the instant he fell, then launched himself toward the other end of the court like a sprinter off the starting blocks!"
"The explosive power in that first step was insane."
"Good heavens, look at the muscles in his thighs and calves as he takes off. That's incredible."
After the replay ended, the camera lingered on the two black marks left on the floor.
A ball boy on the sidelines thought that patch of floor was dirty. He came over with a towel and tried to wipe away the black marks, but no matter how hard he scrubbed, they wouldn't come off.
Everyone was stunned all over again by the sheer explosive power Wang Yi had shown when he took off.
"Did he make those with his feet?"
"That guy's a monster!"
"I've seen Wang Yi work too many miracles over the years. I've even seen him leave black marks on the floor twice before, but seeing it