Wang Le gave him a firm pat on the back, his face full of admiration.
"After playing basketball for so many years, this is the first time I've seen such an outrageous game-winner. It was like a dream!"
Zhang Yu walked over, still looking a little embarrassed.
"Brother Yi, if that shot hadn't gone in just now, we'd have been saved by you."
Wang Yi merely shook his head.
Zhang Yu was overwhelmed with emotion.
He had played many games alongside Wang Yi. He had seen him dominate at his peak, and he had also seen him become a coach and announce his retirement.
No one had expected that after resting for three years, he could return to the court and still overturn a strong team.
Over on the Detroit Pistons' side, the atmosphere had sunk to rock bottom.
The players all stood where they were with their heads hanging low, utterly listless.
They were a three-time championship team, with a complete roster and excellent form.
Before the game, everyone had thought beating the Lakers would be easy.
Yet in the end, they had fallen to a veteran.
King Arthur lowered his head, both hands clenched tightly into fists.
He had fought his way through the league for years and beaten plenty of big-name star players.
But whenever he faced Wang Yi, he had never gained the upper hand from start to finish.
He kept improving year after year while Wang Yi kept getting older, yet he still could not beat him.
Antoine shook his head repeatedly, his gaze toward Wang Yi full of respect.
He had originally thought to himself that Wang Yi was nearly fifty and had been out for three years, so his abilities must have declined greatly.
But these short ten-plus minutes tonight had completely dispelled