Antoine used his back to gauge Wang Yi's position and strength.
Then he pretended to lean back hard, while Wang Yi braced Antoine with his arms.
Antoine felt Wang Yi exerting force and suddenly spun sharply to the left.
After turning left, he planted his left foot and jumped off his right.
He wanted to shake off Wang Yi and throw down a direct dunk.
He was still standing on the edge of the paint. Without dribbling even once, he merely pushed off with his left foot, lifted his right pivot foot, and went up for the dunk.
That kind of talent was truly astonishing.
Yet in the next instant, after Antoine jumped but before he had fully risen—
Wang Yi had already soared high behind him.
Positioned behind Antoine, he leaned his upper body as far forward as possible and reached both hands directly for the ball in Antoine's hand.
Then, incredibly, he forcibly grabbed hold of the ball in Antoine's hand.
Antoine had only one hand on it, while Wang Yi clamped both hands around the ball.
The ball immediately slipped free from Antoine's hand and was locked firmly in Wang Yi's two-handed grip.
The next moment, Wang Yi's body had nearly lost its balance. Yet he held the ball in both hands and knocked it against the rim front, using the rebound force to steady himself before landing.
The arena fell dead silent.
Even though this was the Lakers' home court, even though everyone supported the Lakers and Wang Yi.
Wang Yi's play was simply too shocking.
Just imagine it: a forty-year-old veteran.
And one who had returned after a severe right-foot injury, playing Man-to-man Defense against an Artificial Giant nearly forty centimeters taller than him, only to pull off a snatch block from behind.
One could