"That Wang Yi guy is so ruthless. He targets these players who've just entered the league relentlessly, leaving them deeply frustrated and even making them feel like he's an insurmountable mountain."
"They're afraid to make a move in front of him. On both offense and defense, it's like they've lost their souls."
"That makes it easy for him to win."
James said with lingering apprehension, "Thank goodness I entered the league before Wang Yi. Otherwise, I might have developed Wang Yi Mountain Reaction too."
Magic Johnson laughed and said:
"Me too. Thank goodness I'd already retired by the time he entered the league. Otherwise, forget Wang Yi Mountain Reaction—I probably wouldn't have won a single championship."
James continued, "Antoine has developed Wang Yi Mountain Reaction, so the Raptors will probably win this series easily, four games to none."
As he spoke, James shook his head helplessly and looked at his son, Bryce.
Back on the court,
after Bryce got the ball, he saw that his teammates hadn't crossed half court yet. With Antoine providing insurance under the basket, he rose and shot from beyond the three-point line.
The ball struck the front of the rim and bounced high into the air.
In theory, all Antoine had to do was use his body to keep Wang Yi from jumping. Then he could simply reach out and the ball would drop right into his hands.
But Antoine, in the throes of Wang Yi Mountain Reaction, was now half a beat too slow.
He stared blankly up at the ball as it came down, not even trying to box Wang Yi out.
By the time he jumped to grab the rebound, Wang Yi had already leaped and snatched it right over his head.
At that moment, Bickerstaff knew from the sideline:
This game