Don't Use Your Hobby to Challenge Someone Else's Livelihood

By now, everyone knew these three old men weren't really old men. They'd come here specifically to take on the Venice Army—and maybe even toy with them.

The three men from the Venice Army knew it, too.

So they were fully focused now, determined to take down the three old men.

The Venice King passed the ball to Flat-top Brother.

Facing Jaylen, Flat-top Brother got past him with ease once again.

When he reached the free-throw line, he saw Wang Yi had rotated over to help defend and pulled up for a shot.

He looked supremely confident, and his two teammates looked even more confident than he did.

They didn't even bother to move toward the basket for a rebound.

But just then, Wang Yi let out a roar and leaped into the air.

Flat-top Brother had already released the ball, and it was more than two meters away from him. Yet Wang Yi swatted it away with a volleyball-style block.

"What?"

"Oh my God—"

"How does that guy jump so high?"

Every fan watching was in disbelief.

Flat-top Brother had been completely composed until now, but at that moment, he was utterly dumbfounded.

The ball had already traveled more than two meters after the shot, and the guy had still blocked it. How high could he jump?

It was hard to put the shock into words.

Usually, when you watched NBA players dunk on a screen, it didn't seem all that impressive.

But when they dunked right in front of you, the visual impact was on a completely different level.

Especially when it was a free-throw-line dunk.

Go to a court and see how far the free-throw line is from the hoop, and you'll understand what kind of freaks could dunk from there.

Wang Yi's block gave the spectators