Even the Yushu Technology staff hoped Wang Yi would win now.
After all, Wang Yi represented all of humanity, and their earlier mistake had given the robot much higher stats than before.
If Brother Yi could still win under these circumstances, just how incredible was he?
And as Chinese people, of course they hoped Brother Yi could pull it off.
Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, United States, King Arthur watched Wang Yi and the robot on TV, his heart sinking into utter despair.
Only now did he realize how arrogant he had been.
In his first year in the league, he had set his sights on beating Wang Yi.
But look at Wang Yi. He was aiming to beat a robot.
He and Wang Yi weren't even in the same league—or rather, Wang Yi had never considered him a rival, and probably hadn't even given him a second thought.
The realization was truly despairing.
Especially after seeing how capable the robot was today, King Arthur was nearly 100 percent certain it would sweep him 4–0 if they ever faced off.
Yet Wang Yi had gone toe-to-toe with the robot all the way to the final moments of Game Seven.
People used to say Wang Yi was an alien, or a robot.
Now King Arthur understood. He didn't know whether Wang Yi was an alien, but he certainly wasn't an ordinary person. Only a "monster" like him could go head-to-head with a robot like this.
The robot slowly dribbled the ball, trying to make a move.
This time, Wang Yi didn't wait back on defense. He went on the attack.
The moment he saw the robot dribble left, he shot out his left hand, trying to steal the ball.
To keep it from being stolen, the robot had no choice but to