Stealing the Ball So Much South Korea Couldn't Function

Stealing the Ball So Much South Korea Couldn't Function

As South Korea Team took the court, commentator Jo Hyun-il knitted his brows.

"It's been a minute and a half since the game began, and the ball hasn't even touched the rim. Wang Yi is playing some kind of devilish game today."

Kim Se-hee's pretty eyes widened too. "It's only been a minute and a half, and he's already made four steals. His ability to steal the ball is ridiculous. And he's guarded L. J. Herman one-on-one twice. Could he really be capable of guarding a Power Forward one-on-one? It's unbelievable."

Up in the stands, the American players were all a little surprised too.

Curry made a "go ahead" gesture to Lillard beside him. "Please give us your opinion on those four steals."

Lillard shook his head slightly. "A thief. That guy's a straight-up thief."

Curry turned to Harden. "What about you?"

Harden shrugged. "Same as him."

Zion Williams swore. "Fuck, that's exactly how he played against me."

He couldn't forget how Wang Yi had stolen the ball from him back then, saying those Chinese words:

"Hand it over!"

After the game, he'd gone out of his way to look up what the phrase meant.

What had surprised him even more was Wang Yi's upper-body strength.

In the NBA, there weren't many players who could match him for upper-body strength.

James was one. Antetokounmpo was just about another.

And yet Wang Yi had managed to wrest the ball right out of his hands.

The guy was a monster.

If Wang Yi knew that a monster had called him a monster, he might wonder whether to feel honored or insulted.

In South Korea Team's resting area, their head coach, Huh Jae, pointed at the players and cursed them out.

"Assi! Did you