58 Points in the First Half

In the first quarter, something incredible happened.

Wang Yi went 17-for-22 from the field, including 5-for-7 from three-point range.

Add in his 3-for-3 from the free-throw line, and he single-handedly racked up 42 points.

It didn't matter whether anyone was guarding him or how many defenders were in front of him.

If he saw even the slightest opening, he shot.

And whenever he shot, he practically always made it.

By himself, he outscored the Heat 42 to 30.

The rest of the Kings combined to take only two shots.

Neither went in.

All they did was set as many screens as possible for Wang Yi.

Of course, they knew this couldn't go on.

On defense, Wang Yi had to contain the Heat's top scorer, Herro. In the first quarter, with Wang Yi guarding him, Herro went 1-for-5 and scored just three points.

On offense, Wang Yi was everywhere and could do anything.

But even the human body had its limits.

If he kept playing this way, it wouldn't be long before Wang Yi ran out of gas.

Most importantly, Wang Yi's right middle finger had only recently been fractured, and he was playing with such a serious injury.

If the rest of them didn't give him some help, they'd have no excuse.

Barnes swept his gaze across his teammates and roared, "I know that since the Playoffs began, maybe every one of us has recognized the limits of what we can do. We're not especially talented, and we're not good enough. But the fact is, every one of us is indispensable to the Kings."

"Wang is incredibly strong, but he can't take on all five Heat players by himself. So we have to step up and help him. We may not be able to score, but we can help him