Daiei Academy (1)

Reporter Xiangtian Misheng still held his camera stiffly in midair, standing there completely dumbfounded.

His eyes were wide, filled with disbelief, and even his breathing had become more rapid than usual.

The scenes from the match kept replaying in his mind. Every moment shattered his ingrained understanding of basketball, leaving him utterly stunned by this absurdly one-sided contest.

Good heavens, when had Ryonan become this powerful?

He unconsciously bit his lower lip, his mind churning with countless questions.

In all his previous interviews, Ryonan had possessed some strength, but they had never displayed such an overwhelming aura.

Throughout the entire match, every pass, every defensive play, and every attack by the Ryonan players had been precise, as if honed through countless drills. No one hesitated in the slightest. They were like a well-trained, ruthless army, launching wave after wave of fierce assaults against Toyotama High's defense.

Was this really still the Ryonan I knew?

Mukai Yayo could not help murmuring, a trace of bewilderment appearing in her eyes.

Her notebook still contained the Ryonan information she had compiled earlier, but the descriptions in those records and the terrifyingly powerful team before her seemed like those of two entirely different squads.

Her confusion did not last long. In barely ten seconds, the doubt in her eyes gradually scattered like mist in the wind, replaced by a bright look of sudden realization.

She blinked sharply, as though she had suddenly grasped a crucial clue, then immediately fixed her gaze on the Ryonan bench.

There, even from a distance, that crimson figure radiated a distinctive presence. That was it—the reason had to be right there.

Mukai Minsheng instantly had his answer, and an excited curve even rose at the corner of his mouth.

Ever since Chitong Lingyu joined Ryonan, this team had begun