A Fight, A Fight

A fight was breaking out, a fight was breaking out.

Wang Yi drove between the two men.

Zhang Ben Tianjie and Tsuji Naoto hurried to close in, completely blocking Wang Yi's path forward.

But just then, Wang Yi stretched out his long arm and dribbled the ball between Zhang Ben Tianjie's legs.

The ball bounced beneath Zhang Ben Tianjie and came out behind him.

Zhang Ben Tianjie's heart sank.

He was about to get nutmegged.

If you've played a few games, you know how embarrassing it is to get nutmegged.

Getting nutmegged in a professional game was downright humiliating.

And this game was being broadcast live in both China and Japan.

He knew that ever since he'd come to Japan, 1.4 billion people in China had been waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

So he'd trained relentlessly, honed his skills, and strengthened his body.

He just wanted to get revenge on China Team on the court.

So no matter what, he absolutely couldn't let Wang Yi nutmeg him.

As Wang Yi tried to slip the ball between his legs, he clamped his thighs together, trying to trap it.

But Wang Yi had passed the ball through too quickly.

His legs snapped shut, but he couldn't catch it.

The ball was already behind him.

He felt both humiliated and furious.

Now that he'd been nutmegged, there was nothing he could do about that.

But he absolutely couldn't let Wang Yi get past him.

So he shifted one step to the right, trying to block Wang Yi's way.

But Wang Yi hadn't intended to get past him at all.

As Zhang Ben Tianjie shifted right, Wang Yi slipped his left hand beneath his armpit, reached behind him for the ball, and gave it a light tap.

Then he sent