Faced with Wang Yi's gaze, Antoine—who rarely backed down—retreated.
Ever since he started playing basketball, he had faced all kinds of criticism, obstacles, and cold stares.
After enduring years of criticism, obstacles, and cold stares, his character had become incredibly resilient.
Over the years, his extraordinary talent meant he rarely encountered difficulties on the court. Even when he did, he never backed down.
The resilience and tenacity forged by years of cold stares had never once made him retreat.
But today, his endurance and tenacity seemed to have failed him.
Faced with Wang Yi's gaze, he looked away.
In his eyes, Wang Yi was simply too strong.
On offense.
No matter how hard he tried, whether he shot a three or a two, whether he pulled up immediately or took a series of moves before shooting, Wang Yi could block him.
On defense, whenever Wang Yi wanted to shoot in front of him, there was nothing he could do to stop him.
Wang Yi could even jump up right in front of him, face-to-face, and pull up for a shot or dunk over him, and he was powerless to stop it.
Wang Yi was like an insurmountable mountain. For the rest of his life, all he could do was look up at him; he didn't dare climb even a single step.
Meanwhile,
defensive coach Scott was growing a little anxious on the sidelines.
Antoine hadn't even provoked Wang Yi, so why was Wang Yi looking at him like that?
Could something that happened off the court have angered him?
If that was really the case, this game was as good as lost.
They could only find Wang Yi after the game to make peace and apologize. They couldn't apologize to him during the game over something that happened off the