By the time the whistle sounded for the fourth quarter, most of the cheers in the arena had already died down.
The audience watched Wang Yi standing alone on the court, their eyes full of sympathy.
"Give it up, Brother Yi. There's no shame in surrendering!"
"This isn't even a game. It's a one-sided beatdown!"
Even Nicole was standing at the sidelines with her fists clenched, her lips pressed so tightly they had gone pale.
Wang Yi paid no attention to the voices around him.
He slowly bent over, bracing both hands on his knees as he stared fixedly at the robot, War Dragon.
The first three quarters flashed through his mind.
His Death Crossover had been shut down by a preemptive lateral move.
His Kobe-style turnaround jumper had been blocked.
Even his once-unfailing Light Reflection Crossover had been countered by a backward-leaning grab and steal.
It could predict movements and copy moves. With physical abilities far beyond those of a human, it could ignore every form of resistance.
There was no chance of winning with a direct attack.
Wang Yi took a deep breath, then abruptly straightened and walked over to referee Crawford.
"Ref, I'm calling a timeout."
Crawford paused, then nodded.
It was the first time Wang Yi had called a timeout of his own accord all game.
He didn't head to the Resting Area. Instead, he went straight to the Yushu Technology technical station.
The staff member who had just urged him to adjust the robot's settings quickly stood up.
"Brother Yi, have you changed your mind?"
Wang Yi shook his head and looked at the screen on the technical station, where the robot's data was updating in real time.
"Its offense and defense patterns, and the basis for its predictions, are all built on the data