Ryonan vs. Shoyo

As the game progressed step by step, especially after Chi Tong made a name for himself with his dazzling performance, things changed.

More and more spectators supporting Ryonan joined in, and the cheer squad visibly grew larger.

Before long, whole sections of the stands were filled with figures dressed in white.

At that moment, the white-clad ranks surged forward in full force, their momentum no less imposing than Shoyo's green camp. They shouted without yielding, their cheers rising wave after wave.

Ryonan! Ryonan! Ryonan! Heart-throb! Heart-throb! Heart-throb! Chi Tong! Chi Tong! Chi Tong!

Amid the fervent roar of the crowd, the Ryonan and Shoyo players stood at opposite ends of the court, their gazes meeting across midcourt. The air itself seemed to carry a tense pressure.

On Shoyo's side, Fujima Kenji stood firmly at the very front of the team, his back straight as a javelin. He lifted his eyes, his clear gaze falling upon the Ryonan players, his entire presence radiating an unstoppable sharpness.

Although they had narrowly lost to Hainan in their previous game, they still possessed the confidence of a team that had long held second place in the league.

That fearless aura, forged through countless hard-fought battles, made the entire Shoyo basketball team look like an elite force gritting its teeth and refusing to admit defeat.

Every player's eyes held an unyielding determination.

On Ryonan's side, Chi Tong stood at the front of the team. There was no excess expression on his face, and his mismatched eyes, like ancient wells too deep to see into, calmly swept across Shoyo's players without revealing the slightest emotion.

The entire Ryonan team stood there with an aura that seemed twisted into a single rope, steadily spreading in every direction.

Yet Chi Tong, standing at the forefront, possessed both a