In the end, that three-pointer swished through the net with ease. The arc was just as low, and the shot was just as impossibly perfect.
The score was now 3–8, with the robot leading by five points.
The spectators fell silent.
After only a few possessions, they could already see that the robot had a crushing advantage over Wang Yi.
It was a little faster than Wang Yi, jumped a little higher, and made every shot. How was Wang Yi supposed to win?
A fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy, a die-hard Wang Yi fan, furrowed his brow and shook his head. "This isn't fair. This isn't fair. How could a human possibly beat a robot?"
Another fan beside him said, "Yushu Technology really went too far. Even if you want the robot to challenge Brother Yi, you shouldn't have set its stats so high, right?"
The robot's jumping speed, reaction time, and other stats should have been set to about Brother Yi's level. Then the match would be fair.
But now they'd pitted Brother Yi against a stats monster. How was he supposed to play?
On the next possession, Wang Yi again faked a drive, pulled back, then rose for a three.
This time, however, the robot rushed toward him without jumping, stopping right in front of him.
That forced Wang Yi to stop his dribble, making it difficult to try any other fakes.
Michael Jordan watched in surprise. "The robot is learning. It's evolving."
It had been fooled by that move just now, so this time it hadn't jumped.
Shaquille O'Neal was also amazed. "Robots can do this now? That's incredible."
Barkley shook his head over and over, muttering, "This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous."
Wang Yi couldn't get a shot off. In the end, he could only feint from side