Meanwhile, Pistons Head Coach Billups felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow.
His head buzzed.
When Wang Yi had been injured moments ago, he had gone over to express his concern. He had personally seen Wang Yi's right foot after the shoe and sock were removed, swollen like a loaf of bread.
With Billups's decades of experience as a basketball player and coach, he could tell at a glance that an injury like this could never heal in a short time. Wang Yi would need at least three to five weeks of rest.
Yet Wang Yi had returned right then and there. Not only had he returned, but on his very first possession back, he had gone straight under the basket, risen while carrying two defenders, and hammered home an alley-oop dunk.
Oh, God! What kind of steel monster was this guy?
On the court, Antoine looked at Wang Yi, his eyes filled with amazement.
This was his idol.
Even though Antoine already held Wang Yi in extremely high regard and believed Wang Yi could do anything on the court—believed anything Wang Yi did on the court was normal—
At this moment, seeing Wang Yi return from such a serious injury and rise under the basket with two defenders hanging on him for an alley-oop slam on his first possession back, he was still utterly stunned.
He had already imagined Wang Yi to be incredibly, incredibly, incredibly, incredibly formidable.
Ten times, a hundred times stronger than every top Star in basketball history. Yet what Wang Yi displayed was still ten times, a hundred times more incredible than he had imagined.
That was the true value of an Unrivaled Superstar. No wonder he was the only one in NBA history to ever be called an Unrivaled Superstar.