I Am Absolute. Do Not Be Presumptuous

But this move consumed mental energy. Once he overextended himself, if he still had not widened the score gap by then, he would never have another chance.

What were you still thinking about?

Words of Talent was your talent to begin with!

The second personality, Chi Tong, suddenly spoke.

Chi Tong did not reply. How could he not understand what that guy meant? He merely wanted to take over his body once his mental energy weakened.

That was also why Chi Tong rarely used the Eye of Heaven.

However, he would not be willing to simply watch himself lose the game.

After thinking it over, Chi Tong finally made his decision.

As Bright Marsh attacked once more, Chi Tong's mismatched pupils suddenly widened.

The instant Words of Heaven and Earth activated, rings of crimson-gold light flashed from Chi Tong's two differently colored eyes, adding several degrees of majesty and dominance to his aura.

At the same time, an icy presence that chilled one to the bone spread outward from Chi Tong.

Other than Sendoh, the rest of Sacred Radiance's players were seeing Chi Tong in this state for the first time. All of them were startled by the frigid aura erupting from him.

The Bright Marsh players charging toward Sacred Radiance also halted, staring toward Sacred Radiance in fear and shock before finally fixing their eyes on Chi Tong.

What was going on?

Was he getting serious?

When Sendoh saw Chi Tong's appearance, he immediately recalled what he had looked like during their earlier one-on-one. Was it that guy?

Sawakita Eiji also turned his gaze toward Chi Tong, his eyes filled with confusion and doubt.

He actually felt pressure from Chi Tong—and not ordinary pressure at that. Within it, he sensed a trace of danger. In all his years of playing basketball, this was the first time he had ever felt such a thing.

Trying to act mysterious!

Bright Marsh's point guard snorted coldly as he dribbled forward, continuing to charge toward Sacred Radiance with the ball.

Just as everyone thought Bright Marsh would counter with another basket like before, a crisp sound made everyone's mouths fall open. The basketball had already vanished from the hands of Bright Marsh's attacking point guard.

When they looked again, they discovered that the basketball had somehow appeared in Chi Tong's hands.

How was that possible?

Bright Marsh's point guard was completely dumbfounded. As soon as he came back to his senses, he immediately turned to look at Chi Tong.

Chi Tong stood where he had been, his gaze sharp as an eagle's. With the ball in hand and his toes lightly touching the floor, he was like a ferocious beast poised to strike. Having just completed a precise steal, he had already shifted into the rhythm of his next attack before Bright Marsh's point guard could fully react.

Bright Marsh's point guard reacted quickly, roaring as he rushed forward in an attempt to take the ball back.

His steps were heavy and hurried, his eyes burning with resentment and rage as he tried to use his physical advantage to knock Chi Tong aside.

But Chi Tong's eyes merely flickered slightly.

His right foot suddenly stepped toward the front left, and with a nimble twist of his ankle, the basketball swiftly switched to his left hand beneath his legs.

The move seemed gentle, yet it was immensely deceptive, as if he had drawn an arc across the floor and instantly shifted his center of gravity.

Just as Bright Marsh's point guard's weight was drawn to that side, Chi Tong used the momentum to make a sharp cut to the right. His left foot pushed off the floor like a spring, and his body slipped through the gap in the point guard's defense like a ghost.

His body leaned slightly forward, his shoulders dipped, and his footwork fluttered like fallen leaves in the wind, yet every movement was so precise it was suffocating.

The instant Bright Marsh's point guard tried to forcibly turn and chase after him, Chi Tong suddenly slowed down. His gaze turned cold, his wrist flicked, and the ball switched from his left hand back to his right. At the same time, he pulled the ball diagonally backward with his right foot, spinning half a turn like a top and sending the ball past the point guard's feet.

In that instant, Bright Marsh's point guard felt as though an invisible force had bound his ankles. Chi Tong's feint had completely thrown off his center of gravity.

He leaned too far forward and tried to correct himself, but it was already too late.

With a dull thud, he crashed heavily onto the floor, letting out a muffled groan. His face was filled with shock and helplessness.

Chi Tong had already landed steadily, his steps unshaken and his breathing calm, as though that dazzling series of movements had been nothing more than an ordinary practice drill.

He turned back and gave Bright Marsh's fallen point guard an indifferent glance. His tone was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable pressure.

You are too arrogant!

As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Tong dribbled the basketball forward step by step, strolling leisurely toward Bright Marsh's basket.

Before everyone could recover from the sight of Chi Tong breaking through Bright Marsh's point guard and sending him sprawling, two Bright Marsh players charged in from both sides like tigers, trying to stop him before he entered the paint.

Their steps were heavy and their momentum fierce, as though they intended to swallow Chi Tong whole.

At the sight, the spectator stands erupted.

Everyone held their breath, but Chi Tong merely smiled faintly, the rings of light in his mismatched pupils flickering softly.

He controlled the ball with his right hand, lightly twisting his ankle as the basketball bounced briskly against the floor, as though it had become one with his body.

At the instant the two Bright Marsh players were about to complete their double-team, Chi Tong suddenly pulled with his right hand, swiftly switching the ball to his left beneath his legs. At the same time, the toes of his left foot sprang off the floor, and his center of gravity sharply tilted left.

His movements were light and strange, as though he were gliding across the floor, or dancing a deadly dance.

The first Bright Marsh player was fooled by Chi Tong's sudden change of direction. His steps faltered, and his body involuntarily lunged left.

Yet in the next instant, Chi Tong sharply pulled his weight back to the right, caught the basketball with his right hand again, twisted his right ankle, and darted around the first Bright Marsh player like a ghost.

Seeing this, the second Bright Marsh player came to a sudden stop and turned, trying to cut off Chi Tong's driving lane.

However, Chi Tong's rhythm did not pause in the slightest. He pushed with his left hand, bouncing the basketball off the floor again. The instant his right hand caught it, he violently twisted his ankle and surged forward like a spring.

The centers of gravity of those two Bright Marsh players had long since been thrown off by Chi Tong's successive changes of direction. Their feet were like they were standing on ice, unable to steady themselves.

At the very instant Chi Tong passed between them, one staggered and fell because his weight had tipped forward, while the other twisted his ankle trying to forcibly turn around, completely losing his balance and crashing heavily onto the floor.

Two dull thuds rang out almost simultaneously, like fate's heavy hammer falling and declaring the utter failure of their defense.

Chi Tong did not look back or pause. He walked calmly between the two of them, composed as a god receiving the worship of ants.

He slowly stopped before the free-throw line, his calm gaze fixed on the hoop. Then he held the ball in both hands and gently raised it. The basketball spun at his fingertips, as though waiting for a perfect release.

The next second, he lightly flicked his wrist. The basketball traced a graceful arc before dropping precisely through the hoop.

At that moment, Chi Tong was like a king reigning over the world.