Wang Yi got past Sato Kenta so easily that the other Japanese players didn't even react in time.
He had already made it to the frontcourt three-point line.
Fortunately, Japan's Power Forward, Yamamoto Yudai, was there.
He spread his arms, preparing to defend Wang Yi.
Wang Yi didn't make any fakes or change direction.
The instant Yamamoto Yudai spread his arms, Wang Yi planted his foot and accelerated, slipping past him in a flash.
The only player left in front of Wang Yi was Japan's center in the paint, the 2.13-meter-tall Suzuki Kaito.
Bushido spirit still filled this guy's mind.
No matter how strong Wang Yi was, Suzuki was going to make him pay.
So when he saw Wang Yi charge past the three-point line, he stepped forward.
Then he raised both arms high.
Wang Yi wasn't the least bit afraid. He planted his right foot outside the free-throw line, pushed off hard, and leaped into the air.
Suzuki Kaito jumped too.
He knew what Wang Yi was going to do.
Wang Yi was going to dunk over him—maybe even leap over him and dunk.
After all, this wasn't the first time Wang Yi had done something like that.
And as someone who had believed in Bushido spirit since childhood, Suzuki Kaito couldn't endure such humiliation.
So when Wang Yi jumped, he jumped too.
Even if it meant risking injury by being slammed into the floor, he couldn't let Wang Yi dunk over him so easily.
But then—
To his horror, when he reached the peak of his jump, all he could see was Wang Yi's abdomen.
Wang Yi's knees were right in front of his chest.
Then—
BAM!
A dull thud rang out as their bodies collided!
Suzuki Kaito felt as if he'd been hit by a speeding train.