Wang Yi had always possessed a trait: the stronger the enemy and the more dangerous the situation, the more excited he became.
And tonight—
His opponent was the strongest he had faced in all these years.
At forty-two, he was older than he had ever been.
With his right foot having lost its explosive power, he was at his weakest point in all these years.
And it was on the road.
And it was Game 7, a life-or-death battle.
And it was his final game, his retirement game.
Every buff had stacked to the limit.
Under such circumstances, Wang Yi had never been more excited. His eyes gleamed, his face was flushed red, and his excitement had reached its peak.
In this state, some of the explosive power in his right foot seemed to have returned.
That was why getting past King Arthur was no longer as difficult as before.
That was also why, even when facing Antoine rotating over to help, he could posterize him.
As Wang Yi retreated toward the backcourt, his teammates came over one by one to high-five him.
Pang Bo said, "Brother Yi, you're awesome!"
Zhang Jiacheng said, "Damn, Brother Yi, you're going god mode tonight!"
Zhang Yu and Shan He beside them also chimed in.
"Brother Yi, that was too badass!"
"That dunk got my blood boiling!"
Wang Yi high-fived them one by one and said, "We're definitely taking this game tonight!"
The others all echoed him.
Next, the Pistons went on offense.
Although Wang Yi's poster dunk over Antoine had indeed shaken the Pistons quite a bit, the Pistons' core players, King Arthur and Antoine, were both battle-tested veterans.
After King Arthur dribbled the ball into the frontcourt, he did not immediately have his teammates start moving. Instead, he pressed his left hand