After landing, the figure threw back his head and roared.
The arena instantly fell deathly silent.
Because that figure was none other than Wang Yi.
The next moment, the many stars in attendance shot to their feet and cheered wildly.
Yao Ming at courtside.
Slapped the table and rose:
"Ohmygod!
A putback dunk over a defender from the free throw line.
"Ohmygod!
Forty-six-year-old Wang Yi just threw down a putback dunk over a defender from the free throw line!"
"God, can you believe he's already forty-six?"
Shaquille O'Neal clutched his head with both hands and stood up as well, staring at Wang Yi on the court.
A shark-like roar burst from his throat:
"Oh, Mom, come out and watch God with me!"
Michael Jordan was so stunned that cold sweat broke out across his forehead:
"That inhuman move was actually made by a forty-six-year-old old man.
"God, what the hell did this guy grow up eating?"
"Before the game, I thought Wang Yi would create plenty of miracles, but I never imagined that at forty-six, with his stamina nearly depleted, he could still pull off a move like that. It's absurd—absolutely absurd. This guy isn't human at all!"
After Wang Yi hammered home that shot, Pistons head coach Billups quickly called a timeout.
As the players headed to the bench, he looked at Wang Yi's back as though he were looking at a monster.
That basket had dealt a massive blow to the Pistons' morale.
Just imagine it: the entire Pistons team thought Wang Yi was out of gas, only for him to suddenly hit them with a dunk over a defender after taking off from the free throw line.
Even King Arthur, who had the ability to dunk from the free throw line, could not have pulled off a