The stands.
The spectators who had previously been cheering themselves hoarse for Kainan had grown weak and faint, like a candle flickering in the wind.
In stark contrast, more and more people had been won over by Shohoku's brilliant performance. They switched sides one after another, beginning to cheer for Shohoku. Their voices surged like rolling waves, one after another.
Many people held expectations in their hearts, yearning to witness a new basketball king rise on this court. The entire arena was gradually turning into Shohoku's home court.
"Shohoku... Shohoku... Shohoku..."
The overwhelming cheers were like heavy hammers, ruthlessly pounding against the hearts of everyone from Kainan.
Even though their long-term, high-intensity training at Kainan had forged powerful mental defenses within them,
at that moment, under the impact of the deafening waves of sound, those defenses had begun to develop tiny cracks.
Bang...
Bang...
Bang...
The basketball's impacts against the floor came in a brisk rhythm. Qing Junce once again had the ball, charging into Kainan's half like a black cheetah racing at full speed.
This time, Kainan went all in, sending three players straight at him in an attempt to trap Qing Junce along the sideline.
Takasago Kazuma, Kiyota Nobunaga, and Maki Shinichi quickly moved to the corner along the baseline, successfully trapping Qing Junce inside their encirclement.
Excitement glittered in Kiyota Nobunaga's eyes as he prayed frantically inside. Almost there. Just hold on a little longer, and we can force him out of bounds.
Takasago Kazuma's gaze was firm and blazing. His entire body seemed infused with fresh vitality, and his movements were far more agile than before as he stayed ready to deal with any breakthrough from Qing Junce.
Maki Shinichi, meanwhile, focused completely on Qing Junce, concentrating all his attention on him like a hound poised