Round Two of the Final Four (2)

That meticulous control from start to finish, with every move the opponent made calculated into the plan—it sent shivers down one's spine just thinking about it.

Fujima Kenji walked at the front of the team and naturally noticed that his teammates' mindsets had already become somewhat unsettled.

In truth, he himself was far from calm, his fingers unconsciously gripping the strap of his backpack.

He had always been confident that he could handle any opponent with tactics and skill, but Chi Tong was the first opponent like this he had ever encountered. Thinking about how Shoyo would soon face Ryonan head-on, he could not help but feel worried.

Just then, Fujima Kenji suddenly stopped. The players following behind him froze for a moment, then stopped as well. They all looked up at him, their eyes full of confusion. "Captain, why did you suddenly stop?"

Fujima Kenji slowly turned around. His gaze swept over the listless players behind him, and his tightly drawn lips gradually relaxed, returning to their usual composed expression. He broke the silence. "What's wrong with all of you?"

"Every one of you has your head down and looks completely drained. That doesn't look like Xiangyang's players."

His voice was not loud, but it carried a reassuring strength.

When the players all raised their heads to look at him, Fujima Kenji continued, "Our next opponent is Ryonan. They're very strong."

"But..." He deliberately paused, and his tone became firmer. "Are we at Shoyo weak, then?"

"Don't forget, we've been firmly ranked second in Kanagawa for years. We didn't get this far through luck. No team is truly invincible. We aren't Hainan, and we aren't Ryonan either." Fujima Kenji and Hanagata Toru watched their teammates regain their spirit, and their eyes immediately lit up. At a critical moment, it