At the next moment, Chi Tong's voice rang out again. "None of you can stop Ryonan's offense."
It was that simple.
A bead of cold sweat slid down Fujima Kenji's temple.
Chi Tong's words replayed in his mind like a curse. He had to admit that Chi Tong had struck Shoyo's weak point.
Sendoh's performance had already made it obvious. If Shoyo wanted to completely stop his drives, they needed at least two players to double-team him.
But once they pulled defenders away, Ryonan's other players would have open looks, and those remaining could not stop Ryonan's offense at all.
That meant that even if Shoyo could score from mid-range, they still could not match Ryonan's offensive efficiency.
In that case, just as Chi Tong had said, the widening score gap already foretold Shoyo's defeat.
But Fujima Kenji quickly shook his head and suppressed that dejected thought.
Nothing was absolute. Ryonan was indeed strong, but that did not mean Shoyo could only surrender. Who said a widened score gap could never be recovered?
No team was truly invincible. Hadn't even the reigning champions, Hainan, lost games at the National Tournament?
With that thought, Fujima Kenji took a deep breath, and his gaze became resolute again.
Nagano Mitsuru steadily passed the ball to Fujima Kenji.
The instant the basketball touched his hands, Fujima Kenji's gaze swiftly swept across Ryonan's half of the court. He rapidly observed everyone's positioning, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.
"Don't rush. Play steadily. Take it slow."
While dribbling, Fujima Kenji spoke quietly to his teammates. His voice was not loud, but it was clear enough to steady the hearts that might have wavered because of Chi Tong's words.
Only then did he bend his knees slightly and assume an offensive stance.
This time, instead of