The Raptors were also incredibly suffocating on defense. Although Wang Yi had left the game, perhaps inspired by him, every player was intensely focused on defense.
They were playing man-to-man, so in theory Zhang Jiacheng should have been the weak link. But he managed to get several stops in a row.
The Hornets had no choice but to attack elsewhere, but they found it even harder to score against the other players.
At that moment, Zhang Jiacheng and the other four players on the court somehow managed to replicate the effect of the Raptors' old five-man defensive lineup.
The Hornets couldn't score and couldn't stop the Raptors. By the end of the third quarter, the gap had reached 60 points.
It left everyone utterly stunned.
They had assumed that the Hornets would close the gap once Wang Yi left the game. Instead, not only had they failed to make up ground, the deficit had grown by another 10 points.
There was just no way around it.
As the Raptors players came off the court, they were full of swagger and riding high.
Their faces were flushed, their eyes gleaming.
The Hornets players, by contrast, came off the court dejected, like dogs that had lost their homes, their eyes vacant.
Xu Jingyu slapped the table and exclaimed with excitement:
"Unbelievable! This is truly unbelievable! Everyone thought the Hornets would close the gap after Brother Yi left the game, but now it's grown to 60 points! Let's see you make up 60 points in one quarter, Hornets! Just give up."
"Look at Ball Dad's face. It's even uglier than a painting by my little nephew on my third uncle's side."
"Before the game, he hyped his son up like he was some kind of god and called the Hornets the greatest team