He knew the Lakers' raw strength was several tiers below that of the Pistons.
In the first half, the Pistons had not expected him to suddenly erupt so completely. That was the only reason the Lakers had managed to exploit an opening and luckily hold onto the lead.
But in the second half, once the Pistons launched an all-out counterattack, the Lakers would probably find it difficult to withstand such an offensive onslaught.
So the second half was bound to be a brutal battle.
To handle such a brutal battle, he had to restore his physical condition to its peak as quickly as possible.
Fortunately, for such a grand Finals, the league would certainly add plenty of interactive events during the halftime break. Thus, what had originally been a fifteen-minute halftime was forcibly extended to thirty minutes today.
That was good news for Wang Yi.
At that moment, Baiyin looked at Wang Yi, who sat in a chair with his feet soaking in an ice bucket, leaning against the backrest with his head tilted up and his eyes closed as he rested.
A trace of heartache showed in her eyes.
She was a woman, more sensitive by nature, and she could see at a glance the strain Wang Yi was concealing beneath his exhaustion.
At forty-two, with such a severe injury to his right foot, anyone else would have left the court long ago.
Yet he was still on the Finals stage, facing the Pistons' fiercest defense and dropping forty-four points in one half.
Looking at Wang Yi's ankles, slightly stiff from soaking in the ice bucket, and at the way he kept his eyes tightly shut as he forced himself to rest.
Baiyin's nose stung slightly, and she wished she could bear every collision and every ounce of fatigue