Just as King Arthur's right hand reached directly in front of the rim, Wang Yi pulled the ball back, trying to finish with a reverse dunk from the left side in midair.
But when he had brought the ball halfway over from the left with both hands, he suddenly realized that King Arthur's left hand had already reached the left side of the rim. Wang Yi's heart skipped a beat.
In this situation, there seemed to be no other way to handle it.
He could only get blocked or bring the ball down and land.
At that moment, Wang Yi made a move no one had expected.
He had sent the ball halfway to the left with both hands and found King Arthur's left hand reaching over him, yet he instinctively pulled the ball back again, then sent it up one-handed with his right hand from the right side of the rim.
It had to be said that Wang Yi was long past his prime. Under normal circumstances, he could not have made such consecutive layup adjustments.
His jumping ability was no longer what it used to be, nor was his hang time. By the time he made the second adjustment and released the ball, his feet would have hit the floor first.
That was illegal under the rules.
To make sure the basketball left his hand first, Wang Yi could only bend his knees and tuck his feet up as much as possible, which caused him to completely lose his balance.
The instant he hooked the ball up from the right side of the rim, his whole body crashed to the floor like a stone that had been thrown out. He slid forward three meters before slamming heavily into the basket stanchion.
The collision even drew a muffled groan