Of course, Zhang Yu had no chance of blocking Wembanyama. He only made a token effort to contest him.
In fact, with that enormous height difference, he couldn't even bother him.
Wembanyama's three-pointer soared high.
Under the basket, Pang Bo, Wang Le, Antetokounmpo, and King Arthur had all crowded together.
They were waiting to grab the rebound if Wang Yi missed.
But the shot went in a way no one expected. It didn't go in, nor did it hit the rim and bounce high into the air. Instead, it barely grazed the outside of the front of the rim.
It had only brushed against it for the briefest moment.
Everyone heard the ball scrape against the rim, but it seemed not to change its trajectory at all.
Instead, it fell straight toward the baseline, leaving the four players jostling for the rebound beneath the basket stunned.
None of them had expected the ball to come down that way.
And while they stood there in a daze, a figure darted past the baseline.
He snatched the ball out of the air with his right hand.
Then, with his back to the court, he whipped his right hand behind him and hooked the ball back in.
The ball came back at incredible speed, nearly grazing King Arthur's scalp as it flew past.
King Arthur instinctively raised both hands over his head to catch it, but the ball was moving too fast, and his hands closed on empty air.
Wang Le and Pang Bo also tried to get to the ball, but it was simply moving too fast. It shot between their shoulders.
Then it arced high through the air, flying toward the Raptors' frontcourt.
At that very moment, a figure had already reached the three-point line in the Raptors' frontcourt.
It was