They alternated between passing around the perimeter and cutting through the paint, forcing Ryonan's defenders to adjust their positions constantly.
Zhu Xingda in particular kept glancing at Chi Tong, his eyes filled with conflicting emotions.
In his previous few possessions, both his prized pull-up jumper and his signature change-of-direction drive had fallen flat against Chi Tong's defense.
Chi Tong's defense was like an invisible net. He always anticipated Zhu Xingda's moves, leaving him no opening to attack.
Now, Chi Tong stood quietly in front of the three-point line, his gaze calm as still water. Yet even the slightest movement of his feet put an indescribable pressure on Zhu Xingda, as though his opponent could see through his every thought.
Soon, after several passes, the basketball reached Lei Tianzhenglun.
He held the ball beyond the three-point line on the right wing, at a forty-five-degree angle, watching Sendoh in front of him out of the corner of his eye. Fine beads of sweat dotted his forehead.
Sento kept half a step away from him, his arms slightly raised to seal off his shooting path and leave him precious little room to drive.
With Sendoh guarding him so closely, Lei Tianzhenglun had no confidence in shooting over him. His previous attempts to drive had also been easily shut down by Sendoh.
Finally, his expression shifted. He suddenly lowered his center of gravity and made a quick jab step, feinting a drive to the left.
Sure enough, Sento instinctively moved left to cut off his driving lane.
At that very instant, Lei Tianzhenglun snapped his wrist and sent the ball inside toward Long Zeduo.
The basketball slipped precisely past two Ryonan defenders as though it had eyes of its own, landing securely in Long Zeduo's hands.
Although Long Zeduo was one of the relatively