But the figure came charging in at tremendous speed, flashing past King Arthur.
At the same time, he reached out with both hands and clamped them around the basketball from above and below. Then he roared:
"Give me that!"
Using the momentum of his charge, he wrenched the ball right out of King Arthur's hands.
The whole crowd gasped.
"Oh my God!"
"My goodness!"
"He's like a predatory lion, ripping the ball away!"
"Arthur's upper-body strength is among the best in the league."
"To take the ball from Arthur like that—this guy's strength is unbelievable!"
And the one who'd ripped the ball away from King Arthur was none other than Wang Yi.
When he saw King Arthur going one-on-one just moments earlier, Wang Yi had immediately figured out what he was planning: use his physicality to push past Zhang Yu, then pull up for a mid-range shot.
King Arthur could hit threes, but his shot from beyond the arc was inconsistent.
And Pang Bo and Wang Le were guarding the paint.
Getting a shot off near the basket wouldn't be easy, so he could only go for a mid-range jumper.
So, as soon as Arthur made his move, Wang Yi took off from outside his field of vision. That was how he managed to steal the ball before Arthur could get his shot off.
It wasn't that King Arthur lacked Wang Yi's upper-body strength. He'd simply been caught off guard by the steal.
Wang Yi had been ready while Arthur wasn't, so he naturally had the advantage.
Of course, that didn't mean Wang Yi was the only one with great strength. If someone else—Shan He or Zhang Yu, for instance—had read Arthur's move, it still would've been difficult to wrench the ball from his hands.
Only Wang Yi had the