Sendoh's Strength (2)

The two of them had not even seen how Chi Tong had appeared.

Chi Tong gave them no time to react. After the steal, he lightly flicked his arm, sending the basketball flying like an orange-yellow bolt of lightning straight toward Yueye Hongming, who had already sprinted into Hainan's half.

The pass was both fast and precise, completely avoiding the interception range of every Hainan player rushing back on defense.

By the time Mu Shenyi reacted and tried to chase back, it was already too late.

Yueye Hongming caught the ball steadily just beyond the three-point line without the slightest hesitation.

He planted his feet apart, bent his knees slightly, and raised the ball over his head with both hands, his gaze locked firmly onto Hainan's basket.

With a light flick of his wrist, the basketball flew from his fingertips, tracing a beautiful arc through the air as it spun toward Hainan's hoop.

Hainan's players all instinctively looked up, their eyes fixed on the ball, their faces full of shock and tension.

They had not expected Ryonan to complete the entire sequence from steal to fast-break three-pointer in such a short time. The pace was suffocatingly fast.

A crisp swish sounded as the basketball dropped cleanly through the hoop.

Ryonan, 9:4 Hainan!

Possession returned to Hainan.

Maki Shinichi brought the ball up slowly. As his gaze swept over his teammates, he reminded them in a low voice, "Don't rush. Play steadily. The more it's a moment like this, the less we can lose our composure."

They had been a little too hasty just now. As long as they played steadily, there would be no problems.

Just as he crossed midcourt, a white figure firmly blocked his path.

Sendoh spread his hands slightly and lowered his center of gravity. That calm