Sakuragi Hanamichi's Bad Luck

Inertia carried his body onward, and he could not stop himself at all. His soles screeched against the floor, and directly ahead of him stood Akagi, who had yet to react.

Akagi had been watching Chi Tong's movements when he suddenly saw a red figure crashing toward him. His face filled with shock, and he even forgot to adjust his defensive stance.

Oh no!

As Sakuragi Hanamichi watched Akagi rapidly loom larger before him, his heart sank. He instinctively tried to dodge to the side, but his body could no longer keep up with his mind.

The next moment, a dull boom erupted beneath the basket as Sakuragi Hanamichi slammed solidly into Akagi.

Like two heavy sandbags, the two crashed hard onto the floor, making even the venue floor seem to tremble.

Chi Tong never once looked toward the two who had fallen. He stood steadily in place, lightly raised his wrist, and lifted the basketball above his head. His gaze locked precisely onto the center of the hoop. Without the slightest hesitation, he applied a little force with his fingertips, sending the ball flying in a smooth arc.

A crisp swish rang out as the basketball passed through the hoop without suspense.

Everyone on and off the court was dumbfounded by the sight. Whether they were spectators in the stands, coaches and substitutes by the sidelines, or reporters holding cameras, all of them stood frozen in place.

No one had expected a perfectly normal defensive play to turn out like this. Shohoku's own players had actually collided with each other!

Ah!

That hurts!

Akagi frowned, cold sweat beading on his forehead. A dull ache throbbed in his chest. He tried to brace himself against the floor and stand, but his chest felt unbearably heavy, as if a boulder were