On the court.
The Shoyo players huddled tightly together, their eyes burning with an unyielding fire.
Immediately afterward, a neat yet thunderous cheer rang throughout the entire arena.
"Shoyo... let's go..."
The sound rolled like thunder, as if all the pent-up frustration and resentment they had accumulated throughout the first half were being released at this very moment.
Seeing Shoyo's soaring morale and their momentum growing even stronger instead of weakening, everyone from Shohoku instantly became extremely solemn. A hint of wariness showed in their eyes.
Watching Shoyo's rising momentum, Qing Junce's lips unconsciously curled upward, and a trace of excitement flashed through his eyes. He muttered, "That's more like it. Otherwise, this game wouldn't be interesting at all."
As Shohoku's captain, Akagi Takenori naturally would not allow his team to lose in terms of momentum.
He clenched his fists fiercely, leaned forward slightly, and shouted with all his strength, "Good! The real game is about to begin. Shohoku... let's go..."
The Shohoku players responded one after another, shouting in unison. "Oh..."
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A sharp, piercing whistle rang out.
Shohoku versus Shoyo—the second half officially began.
Shohoku gained possession.
Everyone had expected a fierce struggle to break out as soon as the second half began, but the scene was unexpectedly calm, like the eerie silence before a storm.
Akagi Takenori steadily dribbled the basketball with both hands, advancing cautiously step by step.
However, Hanagata Toru stood before him like an iron tower, completely blocking his path. The two instantly fell into a silent standoff.
Akagi Takenori could clearly feel that the fighting spirit radiating from Hanagata Toru was even hotter than it had been in the first half. That willpower placed even greater pressure on him.
At this tense moment, Akagi Takenori moved.
He did not choose to force his