The Game Continues...

The next moment, Muto Tadashi suddenly felt his ankle catch, and the ground beneath him vanished in an instant. Like a stack of blocks that had lost its support, his entire body toppled backward out of control.

How could this be?

Muto Tadashi's eyes widened, his face filled with shock and confusion.

He had clearly watched Chi Tong's every movement and prepared himself for a drive. How had he suddenly fallen?

Even when his back hit the cold floor, he still had no idea what had just happened.

The Hainan players were all stunned as well.

Kiyota Nobunaga stood there with his mouth open, his foot—which had been ready to step up and help defend—frozen in place.

Jin Soichiro's eyes were full of disbelief.

Even Maki Shinichi halted his movement to get back on defense. His brows furrowed tightly as he stared at Chi Tong, his heart full of questions.

Yet Chi Tong acted as if nothing had happened, calmly driving past Muto Tadashi's side.

The basketball continued to bounce steadily beneath his hand, and without slowing in the slightest, he charged toward Hainan's basket.

His calm demeanor made it seem as though Muto Tadashi's fall had merely been an insignificant incident in the game.

Muto-senpai!

Kiyota Nobunaga finally snapped out of it and called out instinctively.

He had seen Chi Tong use similar techniques while watching matches before, but seeing a player as experienced as Muto Tadashi fall for it firsthand still felt unbelievable.

As one of Hainan's key players, Muto Tadashi was naturally no weakling, nor was he someone who could be tripped so easily. Yet he had fallen without warning, which could only mean one thing.

Chi Tong's move was even more troublesome than they had imagined.

The instant Chi Tong got past Muto Tadashi, he shot