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Chapter 1887 Domineering Wushuang's Foul

At this time, the three referees at the scene were intentional or unintentional, but in short, they were all beneficial to the Japanese team in several penalty calls.

At the same time, Wang Yi flew over the free throw line and smashed the ball into the basket.

"All we have to do is to do our best to win the game. Even if we face the 20,000 people on the other side, we only have one goal: win the game!"

However, a scene that shocked everyone at this time happened.

One of these two people is 1.83 meters tall and the other is 1.92 meters tall. Wang Yi jumped directly from the shoulders between the two people.

"This momentum is so strong!"

At this time, his entire knees were almost on the Watanabe-shaped chest.

Next, Wang Yi stepped on the free throw line with his right foot behind the two men.

Under this overlord, it seemed that no one could stop him. No matter how two people came, three people or four people, there was only one result and he was knocked away.

Many years later, he was imprisoned for carrying a certain product, which made the whole country of Italy celebrate.

Zhou Qi had seen such a formation before, so he could only shake his head helplessly.

Then everyone clenched their fists in unison and shouted: "Kill--"

At this moment, the whole audience was shocked.

When everyone heard this, they felt a stern.

The whole person was overwhelmed.

Although they have seen Wang Yi’s Overlord Knot once or twice, it is the first time they have watched it on site. When they watch it on site, this Overlord Knot is really shocking.

Wang Yi glanced at these angry and frustrated teammates, and patted Pang Bo's chest: "Will the referee make you want to give up the game?"

It was as if someone had pulled his left arm back a bit.

Wang Yi turned his head and looked at Zhao Rui, Zhou Qi and others:

Wang Yi roared with all his strength, making several nearby audience turn their heads and stare at Wang Yi blankly.

Just now, he tried to pull Wang Yi with his left arm, but was driven away by Wang Yi's huge force, and his left shoulder was greatly impacted.

Bang-

With three minutes left in the first quarter, the Chinese team called a timeout.

Pang Bo was stunned and looked up at Wang Yi...

Looking at Hachimura again, he did not get up at this time, but lay on the floor covering his left shoulder with a painful expression.

After the end of the game, Zhao Rui looked furious: "This referee tmd blows the black whistle, it's so fucking black. The Japanese are his real father!"

At this time, Hiroji Yada and Hachimura were rushing towards each other, intending to close the door and defend Wang Yi.

The Chinese team served Wang Yi, and Wang Yi directly dribbled towards the frontcourt quickly.

The reason for the referee was that Yuta Watanabe jumped up and down, and Wang Yi hit Watanabe straight, which was undoubtedly an offensive foul.

Wang Yi seemed to have known for a long time that this would be an offensive foul.

Then Wang Yi stepped on the floor with his right foot. The floor seemed to have slightly deformed. The next moment, his calves provided him with powerful thrust, and his whole body rose into the air like a cloud of fog.

On the right field, Yada Koji was lying on the floor like Hachimura, without getting up, while covering his right shoulder joint, and also had a painful expression.

He used his right hand to pull Wang Yi. Although he pulled Wang Yi's arm, he was forced to fly away by Wang Yi's huge power, and his joints were also greatly impacted.

It's like using your use to stop a bull running towards you.
Chapter completed!
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