A Negative-Angle, Drifting Fadeaway Three to Win, Plus a Game-Ending Block!
Wang Yi caught the ball just as both his feet stepped beyond the three-point line. He didn't even wait to turn around—he jumped straight up.
Only once he was in the air did he turn around.
He had missed his last three shots.
But now, with the game on the line, he absolutely wasn't going to pass again.
Even if he missed, he still wouldn't pass.
Even if thousands of people cursed him after the game, he still wouldn't pass now.
Passing in a moment like this just wasn't who he was!
James and Durant leaped high at the same time.
They stretched out on either side of him, their bodies straight as they went up to block Wang Yi.
Seeing them closing in, Wang Yi leaned back as far as he could.
At the same time, he drifted backward, floating beyond the corner in midair.
By then, James and Durant were beginning to descend, while Wang Yi was still drifting backward.
Finally, when their fingertips could barely reach his elbows, Wang Yi flicked his wrist and released the ball.
James and Durant had gone up too aggressively. When they landed, they lost their balance and tumbled onto the court in the corner, one after the other.
Wang Yi's fadeaway angle was so extreme that he fell backward onto the floor and slid for a meter.
The spectators in the first row behind him quickly reached out to steady his shoulders, keeping his head from hitting a chair.
In the air,
with the eyes of the entire world fixed on it, the ball flew toward the hoop, passing the backboard's upper-left corner from a negative angle.
It was like a fiery red sun rising in the east, passing overhead,