Game designers, have you considered nerfing Wang Yi?
Morant heard that the man standing before him might be Wang Yi.
Then he took in the guy's Asian features and his build.
Sure enough, it was Wang Yi in disguise. Morant felt like crying.
That guy had left him feeling so helpless at the Olympics. It had taken him these past couple of days just to get over it. Today, he'd come out to clear his head and play some streetball.
He'd figured he could beat some bots and bully these guys a little to rebuild his confidence.
But of course, he ran into Wang Yi again.
Are you a damn demon?
Why won't you leave me alone?
But Morant was young, after all.
That youthful fire flared up in him, along with a glimmer of hope.
Wang Yi was a beast in professional games, sure, but those were five-on-five. This was three-on-three, with far more room to drive.
If Morant gave it everything he had, maybe he could beat Wang Yi after all.
So he gritted his teeth and told Irving and Towns, "We can't play one-on-one anymore. We need to work together."
Irving and Towns nodded solemnly.
No player in the league could beat Wang Yi one-on-one. Their only chance was to rely on teamwork.
Wang Yi was strong, but the other two guys from China were pretty average.
So they still had a chance to win this game.
Irving went out of bounds to inbound the ball.
After Towns got the ball, Irving quickly moved onto the court, and Towns handed it off to him.
At the same time, Morant ran over. Towns set a screen for him, letting him get open to receive the ball.
The moment Morant got the ball, Wang Yi was right in front