"I think Wang Yi shot the free throw blindfolded for two reasons. First, he has absolute confidence in his free throws. You have to remember, he's been shooting 100% from the line lately."
"The other reason is to intimidate his opponents. With his presence, shooting blindfolded puts enormous psychological pressure on them."
On the court,
as everyone watched in disbelief, Wang Yi covered his eyes and gave the ball a gentle flick with his right hand.
The basketball obediently bounced toward the hoop like a well-behaved child, then dropped softly through the net.
Swish!
The net fluttered.
Another one!
The lead was down to 45!
Whoa—
It was only an ordinary made free throw, but the crowd erupted like a volcano!
"Oh my God! Wang Yi made a blindfolded free throw!"
"As expected of the King! As expected of the King!"
"I love this game! I love Wang!"
The commentators had gone completely wild, too.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa—"
"Oh my God, this guy is incredible. He's just incredible."
"LeBron, you were once the emperor of basketball. Would you dare do this when you were down by more than 40? And actually make it?"
"Honestly, I wouldn't. So let me ask you, Magician: would you dare? This feels more like magic. You ought to be good at it, right?"
Magic Johnson shook his head.
"You think far too highly of me. No one in this world can compare to Wang. That guy is an exception among humans!"
After making the free throw, Wang Yi turned and looked toward Pistons head coach Bickerstaff.
At first glance, his look didn't seem to mean anything. There was no taunting or showing off; it looked like an ordinary glance.
Yet Bickerstaff felt a powerful sense of intimidation.
To him, Wang Yi's look seemed to say,