So when Wang Yi defended King Arthur, he simply took two steps back. Go ahead and shoot.
He bent his knees slightly, spread his arms, and fixed his eyes on King Arthur's dribbling hand.
When King Arthur saw how far Wang Yi was standing from him, he immediately understood Wang Yi's defensive strategy.
And Wang Yi had clearly seen through his plan to drive to the basket.
His brows furrowed, and he cursed inwardly.
With no other choice, King Arthur could only take a contested shot from beyond the three-point line.
He dribbled once, then jumped and released the ball with a slight fadeaway to avoid getting blocked by Wang Yi.
His body leaned back in the air, his arm extended, and his wrist flicked lightly.
Wang Yi rushed up to block him, but King Arthur had been ready for it, and Wang Yi couldn't reach the ball.
Wang Yi's hand skimmed past the edge of the basketball, missing by a hair.
The ball traced a high arc before dropping cleanly through the net.
Swish—
The net snapped crisply. Three points!
The Lakers' bench erupted in cheers.
But the moment King Arthur made the shot, he sensed something was wrong. He hurriedly turned and chased after Wang Yi.
His expression changed. Forgetting all about celebrating, he took off toward the Raptors' half of the court.
After trying to block King Arthur, Wang Yi had headed straight for the Raptors' frontcourt.
He hadn't even checked whether the shot went in. He had simply turned and sprinted, moving at an astonishing speed.
Under the basket, although the shot had gone in, Baturu had already secured the ball.
His towering frame was like a wall as he planted himself beneath the basket and pulled the ball firmly into his arms.
He stepped beyond