At this moment, the basketball had already reached its highest point and was about to cross the centerline!
Wang Yan leaped into the air!
Everyone on the court halted their actions, standing there watching Wang Yan soaring up.
Time seemed to freeze, anchoring everyone to the ground.
On the other side, Wang Xuesong's eyes fixed on the basketball flying in the air, his hands raised, ready to catch the ball.
Although Ma Jun tried to block Wang Xuesong, the other three had tightly surrounded him, making it impossible for Ma Jun to break through their defense no matter how hard he tried.
By now, everyone believed Wang Yan couldn't block the shot, and Wang Xuesong would soon score again.
Because no one could jump that high, because no one could block that shot.
Wang Xuehei's lips already curved up, a smile appearing on his face.
As the basketball slowly reached its highest point, it was about to cross the centerline and descend into Wang Yan's side of the court.
At this moment, a hand suddenly appeared in front of the basketball, raised vertically, blocking its flight path.
With a "bang," the basketball collided with the hand, which firmly grasped the ball in its palm.
The sun was already high in the sky, its rays piercingly bright, causing all the spectators to squint despite their attempts to see everything clearly above.
In their strained gaze, they could only discern a tall figure soaring in mid-air, right hand raised high, clutching the basketball.
Time seemed to stand still.
The heroic figure suspended in the air was as blinding as the sun, making it impossible for anyone to directly gaze upon it.
Yet, everyone remembered this moment deeply, imprinting this unbelievable airborne leap in their minds.
The figure holding the basketball descended softly, landing on the ground.
With a flick of the hand, the basketball flew up again, tracing an arc in the air, right into the basket.
The ball went in again!
Yet, at this moment, no one at the scene responded at all; they stood there dazed, looking at Wang Yan at midcourt, as if dumbstruck.
That jump into mid-air, clutching the basketball—this action was replaying repeatedly in everyone's mind. Even now, none could believe what they saw was real.
Wang Xuehei's raised lips were still frozen on his face, his smile transforming into a stagnant, wry grunt and shock!
Wang Xuesong stood at the backcourt, hands still raised, continuing the stance from before to catch the ball, but now his mouth hung open, unable to close, saliva dripping to the ground.
The entire scene was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Only after a long time did the referee wake first from the shock, hurriedly placing the whistle in his mouth and blowing: "Three points!"
Upon hearing the whistle, everyone seemed to awaken from a dream, all shuddering at once, then loudly cheering.
"Wang Yan! Wang Yan! Wang Yan!!"
At that moment, everyone, males and females alike, shouted hoarsely; if not for the game being unfinished, there might just be girls rushing onto the court to lift Wang Yan up.
The basketball bounced a few times on the ground and rolled to Wang Xuehei's feet.
Yet, Wang Xuehei stood there dumbfounded, staring incredulously at Wang Yan.
At this time, Wang Xuesong and others returned to Wang Xuehei, asking anxiously, "Captain, what should we do?"
Wang Xuehei glanced blankly at Wang Xuesong, mumbling after a while, "How long until the end?"
"Four minutes left!" Wang Xuesong replied.
Wang Xuehei looked at the 46:11 score, sighed deeply, and said, "Stall for time, don't pass the ball if you can avoid it, for the next four minutes. I refuse to believe he can score 35 points. If we just endure until the end, we win."
Wang Xuesong and the other four immediately nodded.
The game resumed with a pass.
Wang Xuesong sent the ball out, passing it to Wang Xuehei. After getting the ball, Wang Xuehei neither passed nor moved; he just held onto the ball without budging.
Initially, everyone thought Wang Xuehei was waiting for other teammates to reposition, but after a while, none of the five moved from their spots.
This time, everyone realized that Wang Xuehei and his team were stalling.
The audience around immediately booed, issuing jeers toward Wang Xuehei.
But now, Wang Xuehei cared nothing for his dignity; as long as he could win, what's so bad about being jeered?
Seeing this, Wang Yan coldly laughed, lifted his foot, and walked toward Wang Xuehei.
Upon seeing Wang Yan move, Wang Xuehei hurriedly pulled in his arms, tightly hugging the basketball to his chest.
By now, Wang Xuehei had discarded the rules entirely, hugging the ball as if playing rugby.
But facing Wang Yan, if winning required breaking rules, why care about the method?
Wang Yan reached Wang Xuehei, raised his hand, and grabbed for the basketball in Wang Xuehei's arms.
The basketball wedged in Wang Xuehei's grip, showing only a narrow gap, making it hard for Wang Yan's hand to reach inside to steal.
Wang Xuehei was resolved to hold onto the ball stubbornly; even if Wang Yan somehow got the ball, the four minutes would have elapsed.
Moreover, Wang Yan had nothing to grab onto, so taking the ball was virtually impossible.
Wang Yan put his hand over the basketball; facing the slim visible part, Wang Yan extended just his middle finger, flicking it lightly so it tapped the ball.
Seeing Wang Yan use only a finger to tap the basketball, Wang Xuehei mocked him internally.
At that moment, he exerted his full strength on the ball; not to mention Wang Yan using a finger, even with both hands, it would be hard to snatch the ball.
Yet, as Wang Yan's finger touched the ball, Wang Xuehei felt an immense force strike the basketball, which suddenly weighed tons, and he couldn't hold onto it.
Wang Xuehei was shocked, yet determined not to let Wang Yan steal the ball with a single finger, thus hurriedly tightening his grip, pressing the basketball to his chest.
But the great force pushed the basketball downward, the ball's drop speed was swift and fierce, and Wang Xuehei felt his chest and arms scraping rapidly, burning like fire, causing sharp pain.
Wang Xuehei cried out, his body shrinking, releasing his grip, and the basketball slipped from his arms.
Wang Yan stretched out a hand, seized the ball, tossed it up; it again fell through the hoop.
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Wang Yan scored another two points.
By this time, the entire court was roaring.
Seeing Wang Yan's unstoppable shots, regardless of Wang Xuehei's tactics, Wang Yan would inevitably score.
With this pace, Wang Xuehei's outcome has only one possibility: defeat.
But at this moment, North Immortal Xue shouted from outside the court, "Big brother Wang Yan, it's not good, only three minutes left."
Upon hearing that only three minutes remain, everyone's momentary relief turned to anxiety again.
But Wang Xuehei and his team relaxed immediately; with only three minutes left, even if Wang Yan were an Immortal, a comeback seemed impossible.
Yet, upon hearing North Immortal Xue's words, Wang Yan nodded expressionlessly and stated, "Since there's little time left, I'll officially begin now."
Everyone was stunned at Wang Yan's words.
What does it mean to officially begin? Did the terrifying performance earlier mean he was just playing?
(Thanks to "The Sun Is Molded by My Hands" and "Life or Death" for their generous support.)