After Wu Bin shook off Fan Yian, Zhao Peng originally intended to block him.
Who would have thought that Wu Bin would start his three-step layup from the free-throw line, utterly unstoppable!
Standing in the paint, Feng Han wanted to position himself for a block, but with a flick of his wrist, Wu Bin sent the basketball arching through the air in a perfect trajectory, falling straight into the hoop.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
The viewers in the live broadcast room instantly erupted.
"Holy shit! It went in! A buzzer-beater!"
"Was my brother Wu always this good at basketball? Could he really end the game all by himself?"
"I always knew my brother Wu never bragged for nothing, now tell me, did we win or what?"
Song Bing and Xue Qiang couldn't believe their own eyes.
This was a win?
No way, big brother, we didn't even move from our spots, and it turned into your one-man show?
Song Bing's emotions were somewhat mixed at the moment.