Qing Junce's Playstyle

Bang...

Bang...

Bang...

After blocking Murasame Kengo's shot, Qing Junce landed back on the ground, snatching the basketball that was about to roll away with just a wave of his hand.

Without any hesitation, he immediately spun past Murasame Kengo and charged towards Miuradai's half of the court.

So fast.

Murasame Kengo didn't even have time to turn around, only catching a glimpse of Qing Junce's disappearing uniform hem out of the corner of his eye.

"We have to stop him," Murasame Kengo shouted, knowing he couldn't catch up.

The other Miuradai players immediately braced themselves, their gazes fixed on Qing Junce.

Naito Tetsuya was the first to step up, actively blocking Qing Junce's path.

Seeing Qing Junce approach, he directly charged at him with his body.

Hmph...

Qing Junce snorted, utterly contemptuous of such a muscular, simple-minded brute.

It wasn't that Qing Junce looked down on him, but this kind of move was something that had been overused on streetball courts.

Just as Naito Tetsuya's shoulder was about to hit Qing Junce's chest, Qing Junce suddenly stopped abruptly, then directly executed a behind-the-back crossover, switching the ball from his right hand to his left.

At the same time, his body tilted 45 degrees to the left, perfectly parallel to Naito Tetsuya's body.

The two brushed past each other without any obstruction.

To the spectators on both sides, it looked as if the two had passed through each other's bodies without any resistance.

What?

Naito Tetsuya was a bit stunned at this moment, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

It wasn't just him; even everyone from Miuradai and Shohoku wore expressions of utter bewilderment.

They had all expected Qing Junce to be knocked flying by Naito Tetsuya.

No one had anticipated that Qing Junce would break through so easily.

Once Naito Tetsuya realized what happened, he turned around in a fit of anger to give chase.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, Naito Tetsuya sprinted forward at a speed of 11 seconds for 100 meters.

"To be able to run that fast with such a massive physique," Mitsui Hisashi was stunned by the sight.

In the stands.

The Ryonan team also watched this scene with surprise.

"I didn't expect Miuradai to have a player like this!" Sendoh said with a hint of astonishment.

Aida Kenichi exclaimed, "I can't believe he can run so fast despite his size."

Koshino Hiroaki analyzed rationally, "But just being fast isn't enough."

Sendoh agreed, "Exactly. That guy can't be beaten by speed alone."

On the court.

Sensing Naito Tetsuya closing in from behind, Qing Junce couldn't help but curl his lips upwards. "Oh? He can actually keep up."

Stomp... stomp... stomp...

Stomp... stomp... stomp...

Two sets of hurried footsteps sounded in front of Qing Junce.

Kawasaki Akio and Takatsu Hiroshi had blocked his path.

In an instant, Kawasaki Akio, Takatsu Hiroshi, and Naito Tetsuya formed a triangle, surrounding Qing Junce.

Among the remaining Shohoku players, Rukawa Kaede was the fastest.

He immediately shook off the Miuradai player guarding him and ran into an open space.

He raised his hand towards Qing Junce, who was being double-teamed by the three, signaling for a pass.

Qing Junce's peripheral vision naturally caught Rukawa Kaede's signal.

However, Qing Junce only glanced at it briefly before selectively ignoring it.

Facing the current situation, Qing Junce didn't slow down at all. The moment one of his feet stepped into Miuradai's paint, he directly dribbled the ball, stomped, and leaped.

Seeing this, Kawasaki Akio and Takatsu Hiroshi also jumped up to intercept.

Naito Tetsuya, trailing behind, lunged forward with malicious intent, his entire body flying.

But only after the three jumped did they realize something was wrong.

They saw Qing Junce, who was being double-teamed, leap into the air with an odd, diagonal posture, moving sideways just enough to escape the three players surrounding him.

"What's he trying to do? He's not going to try that kind of shot, is he?" Takatsu Hiroshi muttered to himself.

Kawasaki Akio grew suspicious upon seeing this. "From this far out, how could he possibly make a shot in that stance?"

Behind them, Naito Tetsuya smirked dismissively.

He believed Qing Junce was simply out of options and resorting to a desperate shot.

Even so, he wouldn't let the opponent easily get the ball off.

With that thought, he reached out to grab Qing Junce's jersey.

Qing Junce, who had been leaping sideways, was suddenly yanked by Naito Tetsuya's grab on his jersey. This caused his already angled body to halt mid-air and then begin to fall.

This sudden turn of events made everyone from Shohoku hold their breath.

Although Shimizu Kanon had faith in Qing Junce, she couldn't help but worry when she saw this.

Some of the more timid spectators had already closed their eyes.

At this moment, Qing Junce, falling downwards, directly cupped the ball with one hand and, before his body hit the ground, tossed the basketball towards Miuradai's hoop.

The trajectory of the toss was from below, diagonally upwards.

Qing Junce crashed to the ground, but the corners of his mouth curved upwards slightly.

No one had any hope for this shot.

After all, Qing Junce's balance had clearly been disrupted by the opponent.

Under such circumstances, let alone shooting, he couldn't even aim.

Everyone was thinking that Miuradai would be penalized for a foul, and Qing Junce would get two free throws.

However, what happened next completely shattered everyone's perception of reality.

As they watched, the basketball flew diagonally from bottom to top towards Miuradai's hoop.

Before everyone's eyes, the ball hit the backboard and then, whether by chance or luck, bounced directly into the basket.

Swish…

Beep…

A swishing sound was followed by the referee's whistle.

The referee pointed at Naito Tetsuya and announced loudly, "Miuradai number 9, defensive foul. Basket counts, and one more free throw."

Boom…

In an instant, the stadium erupted with cheers that pierced the sky.

"Wow! He actually made it."

"Was he just lucky again? It seems like he shot like that last time too."

"Is that just how he shoots?"

"How could that be? It must have been pure luck, a fluke shot!"

"Whatever the case, that shot was incredibly cool, and it's a 2+1."

Qing Junce got up from the ground with a slight curl of his lips.

He glanced back at Naito Tetsuya, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

The unexpected incident hadn't been enough to injure him.

Naito Tetsuya stood frozen, somewhat bewildered.

He couldn't understand how the shot went in when he had clearly disrupted the opponent's balance.

Was it luck?

But seeing that smile on Qing Junce's face, he felt that his foul might have been a bit off.

Yet, grabbing the opponent's jersey was something he had genuinely intended to do.

At this moment, Murasame Kengo approached Naito Tetsuya and said, "Naito, what you did was too obvious."

Naito Tetsuya opened his mouth but had nothing to say, so he took the blame. "I'm truly sorry. I'll be more careful next time."

From the stands.

Sendo's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light. "That foul just now, Qing Junce probably guided it intentionally, didn't he!"

Huh?

Everyone from Ryonan looked at him upon hearing this.

Aida Kenichi couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean by that, Sendo-senpai?"

Sendo replied, "It's just a guess. I just found that foul a bit strange."

"You're saying Qing Junce intentionally drew a foul from Miuradai's number 9? Is that even possible?" Koshino Hiroaki sounded skeptical.

Murasame Kengo, however, said, "Forget the foul, that last shot was the real key! It seems like that guy has done that before."

Uozumi chimed in, "From our practice match last time until now, that guy probably hasn't missed a single one!"

With his reminder, everyone from Ryonan suddenly realized a terrifying truth.

"Now that you mention it, it seems true. But that shot... wait..." Koshino Hiroaki's eyes widened, his expression shifting to one of shock. "Could that kind of shot actually be his regular move?"

As soon as he said it, everyone from Ryonan fell silent.

It felt as though a mountain had suddenly fallen from the sky, crushing down on their shoulders.

After a long pause, Sendoh finally spoke, "It's not impossible. If it's true, then things are really bad."

Shohoku's bench.

"Formless shots," Shimizu Kanon told everyone.

Formless shots?

Everyone was confused.

Shimizu Kanon explained, "A-Ce's ability is to make shots from any situation, at any angle. It's not luck or coincidence, it's his skill."

What?

Everyone on Shohoku's bench stared with wide, shocked eyes.

What did they just hear?

Making shots in any situation?

That's too unbelievable!

Ayako couldn't help but interrupt, "No way, you're making it sound way too mystical!"

Shimizu Kanon replied earnestly, "Senpai Ayako, I have no reason to lie to you all. A-Ce's playstyle is just like that. What he's showing now isn't even everything."

"Not everything?" A giant question mark appeared above Ayako's head; she had no idea what that meant.

Shimizu Kanon continued to explain, "I don't really know how to explain it to you. If I had to say, it's that the playstyle A-Ce is showing now isn't his original one. Maybe it's to fit the formality of the game, or maybe he hasn't faced a strong enough opponent to stimulate him, so he doesn't feel the pressure!"

This statement only confused everyone further.

His current playstyle isn't his original one?

He doesn't feel pressure?

The others on Shohoku's bench were completely bewildered.

However, Coach Anzai, his eyes glinting under his glasses, had a thoughtful look. He murmured to himself, "Doesn't feel the pressure, huh."

He watched Qing Junce on the court sink the free throw, lost in thought.

Swish...

The ball went through the net.

Qing Junce made the free throw.

Shohoku 47, Miuradai 44.