The rest of the players also shouted in unison, "The Bushido spirit will never die! The Bushido spirit will live forever!"
At that moment, fervor blazed in their eyes once more.
In the China Team's Resting Area, Wang Yi and Wang Jianhua both looked toward the Japanese Team.
They saw the players worked up into a frenzy, their eyes burning with zeal.
"Looks like we haven't hit them hard enough!" Wang Jianhua said.
Then he addressed all the China Team players. "Keep beating them! Beat them until they can't shout anymore!"
"Yes!"
All the players shouted in unison.
When play resumed, it was the Japanese Team's turn to attack.
Their offense still involved plenty of screens and players cutting and weaving around the court.
To deal with that, the China Team had to chase them hard and switch on defense repeatedly.
In the end, the Japanese Team's Power Forward, Yamamoto Yudai, got a chance to shoot from mid-range.
But the moment he got the ball, Yang Hanson was already guarding him.
Yamamoto Yudai wasn't especially skilled at creating his own shot, but that depended on who he was facing.
Now he was up against Yang Hanson, who was tall but slow-footed and lumbering.
So he resolutely decided to take Yang Hanson one-on-one.
With Yang Hanson guarding him, he dribbled and quickly crossed over from left to right, intending to use his nimble footwork to muscle his way into the paint.
He managed to get into the paint, but somehow the ball was gone from his hands.
When he looked back, Yang Hanson had already bent down and scooped up the ball, then passed it to Zhang Jiacheng.
Yamamoto Yudai was stunned.
He knew how the ball had been stolen from him, but he couldn't believe Yang Hanson could have such