French center Weiss saw that Li Ang actually took the lead in rushing to the face, subconsciously bent down to hide.

Li Ang, who triggered the diamond-level dunk badge, flew directly over Weis' head and stretched out his long arms to complete the dunk!

With more than one minute left in the game, the Chinese team widened the score difference to double digits again, almost securing the victory!

"WRNMLGB!" Mr. Jiang couldn't help but scream, feeling that his head was dizzier than before, and his blood pressure could no longer be suppressed.

Because the shouting was loud, the whole audience could hear it, and even the fans in front of the TV could hear it!

Zhengping and Weiping broke the defense on the spot. How can we make this match?

After landing, Li Ang roared excitedly, then turned around and fisted.

As a result, Xiao Yao rushed up to hug Li Ang. The punch was only 0.01 cm away from Yao Ming at that time.

Li Ang almost sent away the first NBA Chinese No. 1 pick in history.

"How did you do it!? How did you do it!?" Xiao Yao shouted excitedly.

"I'm just waiting, I just said"

Li Ang didn't realize until now that his dunk just now was not just a simple matter of widening the gap to double digits.

It's a big deal!

Did I fly over from the head of something just now?

Carter couldn't help but smile as he watched the TV.

Li Ang, Li Ang, I know that you are a ill-gotten boy!

You are so perverted to challenge others' big heads with a small head!
Chapter completed!