The next moment, Wang Yi stepped thirty centimeters inside the free throw line with his right foot, then took off with his left, soaring as if riding the clouds.
He rose into the air and snatched the ball one-handed.
After gliding forward for a stretch, he let out a thunderous roar and smashed the ball into the hoop!
Rumble!
The backboard support swayed back and forth, the rim bounced up and down, and the net fluttered violently.
As if all of them had submitted to this earth-shattering alley-oop slam!
Throughout TD Garden, twenty thousand spectators cried out in unison:
"Oh, God!"
"Oh, heavens!"
"Oh my God!"
At that moment, TD Garden no longer seemed like the Celtics' home court, but the Lakers' home court.
In the entire history of the NBA, only a handful of players had ever been able to turn an away game into a home game through their own strength alone.
Michael Jordan, Kobe Bryant, LeBron James, and Wang Yi!
And in the Finals, Wang Yi was the only person in history to ever turn an away court into a home court!
Shaquille O'Neal cried out in disbelief:
"Did you see that? Did you see that?"
"The man who plays above the rim is back!"
"You can call him the Son of the Sky. You can call him King. You can also call him the Dragon King."
"But at this moment, he is the king of TD Garden!"
Pierce's face was already filled with shock. He had never expected forty-one-year-old veteran Wang Yi—Wang Yi, whose right ankle had been injured—to follow up two consecutive huge blocks on the defensive end with a gliding alley-oop slam on the offensive end.
Forget about his injured right foot. How many forty-one-year-old veterans could pull off something like that?
This was