930. Provoking Me Could Get You Killed (Part 2)
After Park In-moeng got back to his feet,
he shot an irritated glance at the camera.
He'd brought it along in the first place to ride Wang Yi's coattails.
If he could beat Wang Yi in today's challenge, he'd become famous throughout South Korea.
He might even gain some recognition internationally.
At the same time, he could make South Koreans see clearly.
They shouldn't go worshipping people from other countries. South Koreans could play basketball just as well.
But he hadn't expected to make such an embarrassing start with the very first ball.
When he got back up, he looked a little humiliated and furious.
He clapped at Wang Yi, then beckoned him with a finger again.
In Korean, he shouted, "Attack! I'll defend you so hard you'll question your whole life!"
Swish—
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yi shot from beyond the three-point line.
The three-pointer went straight in.
Against this guy, he couldn't even be bothered to drive past him.
Park In-moeng grew even more furious at the sight.
"Ah, damn it!"
He dribbled again and started to drive.
This time, he used a soma step to get past Wang Yi, planning to go straight for a tomahawk dunk.
But the moment he jumped, Wang Yi's right arm swung down behind him again.
It smacked the ball hard.
The basketball slammed straight into the guy's face.
Wang Yi roared, "Screw your step!"
With Wang Yi's furious shout, the guy was once again knocked to the floor, the ball smashing him squarely in the face.
"Oh—"
The thousands of South Korean spectators erupted in another round of gasps.
"What's going on with Wang Yi? He's defending him completely differently from the other two."
"You saw it, didn't you?