A towering figure suddenly sprang up behind Shioda—it was Yu Zhu!
He had been tracking the ball all along. Seizing his chance, he drove both feet into the floor. His massive frame surged upward, and he stretched out an arm, reaching over Shioda Mitsuoka's head to slap the ball cleanly away.
The ball changed course in an instant and flew toward the wing.
Shioda Mitsuoka did not even register the movement behind him. A shadow fell over his head, and the ball that had been about to drop into his hands was gone.
It landed securely in Fukuda Kicchou's hands. He had been waiting on the wing.
The moment Fukuda Kicchou caught it, he turned and charged toward Toyotama High's basket without slowing down.
What?
Shioda Mitsuoka and Itakura Daijiro both stared wide-eyed, disbelief written across their faces.
Itakura Daijiro watched the ball fly to Fukuda Kicchou and cursed inwardly. Damn it!
He had thought they had the play in the bag, only for Yu Zhu to ruin it at the last moment. His smugness vanished, and he glared at Yu Zhu with open fury.
Anben Shili clicked his tongue when he saw the steal. Without hesitation, he turned and sprinted back on defense.
He was fast to begin with, and the gap between them closed quickly. As he drew up behind Fukuda Kicchou, Anben Shili even reached out to disrupt his dribble.
Fukuda Kicchou seemed to sense him. He glanced back and saw Kishimoto Minori closing in.
In the next instant, Fukuda Kicchou stopped short and snapped his wrist. Instead of carrying the ball forward, he passed it to the other side.
Sendoh was there!
He had arrived just in time to receive the pass!
Sendoh caught Fukuda Kicchou's pass cleanly. Rather than slowing down, he accelerated, slicing into