Akagiri's Trap (II)

Chi Tong continued, "Given the current situation, if we let them play freely, our chances of winning are high. But the Great Wall is still a traditionally strong team, so there is still some risk."

"I will never allow even the possibility of failure."

After a pause, he continued, "Yanyi's Misdirection will definitely leave a deep impression on the Great Wall players and keep them constantly wary of Yin Yi."

"The crucial step here is to open up the score to a critical margin within roughly the first five minutes of the game."

"That way, while constantly feeling the pressure of falling behind, they will subconsciously focus more of their attention on Xiangtian Yanyi."

As Taoka Moichi listened to Chi Tong's explanation, his brow furrowed tighter and tighter, and the confusion on his face deepened.

He could not help interrupting. "But wouldn't this have little effect on the game?"

"What exactly is your real objective?"

A faint, almost imperceptible smile curved Chi Tong's lips. A trace of unfathomable darkness flashed through his eyes before he slowly raised his head and looked toward the Great Wall's bench across the court.

Takeda Shinkai was standing there. Naturally, it was to tell the Great Wall where Lingnan's weak point was.

Akagiri's voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached Taoka Moichi's ears.

Tiangang Maoyi froze for a moment, muttering "weak point" under his breath. But seconds later, his pupils abruptly widened, the confusion on his face instantly replaced by shock, and he even unconsciously sat up straighter.

He seemed to have thought of a possibility—a possibility chilling enough to make his spine go cold.

Only this would fit Akagiri's consistently flawless style of calculation, and only this would justify all his previous preparations.

He had deliberately allowed Xiangtian Yanyi to demonstrate Gaze Induction,