X was still riding the excitement from his attack, and he used that momentum to step up his defense, determined to stop Wang Yi's drive.
After getting the ball, Wang Yi once again faced X with his right shoulder.
Then he grabbed the ball one-handed with his left, and casually tossed it from above his shoulder, like he was throwing a shot put.
X kept his eyes fixed on Wang Yi, but he never expected him to shoot one-handed in that situation, let alone with such an unbelievable motion. He didn't even jump. He could only watch as the ball sailed over his head and dropped through the hoop.
X was completely stunned.
How the hell did that go in?!
If Wang Yi's corner three a moment ago—the one he'd launched while jumping outward into a hook shot—could be chalked up to luck, then what was this?
The commentators at the arena were once again left speechless with disbelief.
"My God, how did that go in?"
"What amazes me isn't that Wang can make shots from all kinds of ridiculous positions. It's how confident he is when he shoots them, as if he knows the ball is going in."
"How can a normal person, a normal player, be so confident that a shot from such an absurd position will go in?"
"I can't make sense of it. I really can't!"
At the other end, X answered Wang Yi with a drifting three-pointer.
His three-point shot was usually inconsistent, but when he got going, it was truly terrifying.
When the Raptors came back on offense, the Trail Blazers immediately double-teamed Wang Yi.
They started trapping him as soon as he crossed half court, even though he didn't have the ball yet.
Tagore brought the ball up. Seeing Wang Yi trapped while