Immediately afterward, Chi Tong smoothly sidestepped, successfully getting past Ryota Miyagi and quickly heading toward Shohoku's half of the court.
Ryota Miyagi stood there blankly. Even now, he had not recovered from having the ball stolen. He had seen it clearly just moments ago.
There had not been the slightest hesitation in Chi Tong's eyes, as though he had known from the start which direction Ryota Miyagi would pass in.
What kind of look had that been? Everything had happened far too suddenly.
By then, Chi Tong had already driven into Ryonan's paint. Facing an empty basket, he easily completed a three-step layup. The ball went through the hoop. After landing, he slowly turned around, swept his gaze across the Shohoku players, and calmly said, "Your game ends here."
"What?"
Hearing Chi Tong's words, everyone on Shohoku narrowed their eyes.
Meeting their gazes, Chi Tong spoke in the same even tone. "This is all the strength you have now. You won't improve any further in this game."
He paused slightly, his gaze falling on Miyagi, who still had not recovered from the steal, before continuing. "Your pass just now looked accidental, but it was inevitable. You wouldn't risk passing into the paint, and Sakuragi Hanamichi isn't good at shooting, so you only had two choices left: pass to Liu Chuanfeng or pass to Mitsui Hisashi."
At that time, Liu Chuanfeng was pinned down tightly, making the odds of a successful pass extremely low. So you only had one choice left: pass to Mitsui Hisashi.
All I had to do was follow your movements and intercept the instant you prepared to pass. Stealing the ball was easy.
"What a joke!"
Ryota Miyagi clenched his fists fiercely, his entire body trembling uncontrollably. It felt as though raging waves were crashing through his