Matsuoka Moxia stood where he was, a smug smile on his face and confidence filling his eyes.
He was confident in his midrange shot. Especially with no one contesting him, this shot was bound to go in!
Just as the basketball was about to reach the rim, before Matsuoka Moxia's smug smile could fully spread, a large, vein-covered hand like an iron clamp suddenly appeared in its path.
A sharp smack rang out as the basketball crashed straight into that hand.
How could this be?
The smile on Matsuoka Moxia's face instantly froze. His eyes widened, his mouth fell slightly open, and his expression crumpled in disbelief.
He had clearly beaten Aida Hikohiko's defense, and there had been no other defenders under the basket. How had a hand suddenly appeared to stop his shot?
Who was it?
Matsuoka Moxia screamed inwardly and instinctively followed the arm with his eyes. When he saw who it belonged to, his pupils abruptly contracted.
"Yu Zhu?" Matsuoka Moxia blurted out, his voice trembling slightly. "I distinctly remember Uozumi being pinned under the basket by Banshen Dahan just now. How did he suddenly get here?"
Indeed, the person who had suddenly blocked Matsuoka Moxia's shot was none other than Yu Zhu!
Banshen Dahan had been holding him back with his body under the basket, leaving him temporarily unable to move.
But when he saw Matsuoka Moxia get past Aida Hikohiko and prepare to shoot, he did not hesitate.
Relying on his far superior build and weight, he exerted a sudden burst of force through both arms, forcibly shoving Banshen Dahan half a meter to the side.
That half-meter opening gave him the chance to charge forward.
Yu Zhu sprinted toward Matsuoka Moxia with nearly all his strength, extending his huge hand the instant the ball