In Game 307, Sawakita Eiji's strength had become far greater than it had been in middle school. Whether in the variety of his offensive methods or the precision of his in-game judgment, he had reached an entirely new level.
Just as Chi Tong was deep in thought, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly rang out from the darkness of his mind.
What a surprise. I never expected the level of basketball in this world to reach such heights. It seemed I had been thinking too simply before.
The voice that suddenly arose from the darkness of his consciousness carried a trace of sentiment, as though it were also faintly scrutinizing Chi Tong in reality. His brows furrowed slightly, and the fingers gripping the railing tightened unconsciously.
The voice was both unfamiliar and familiar. It was that irritating voice again. Chi Tong's expression did not change in the slightest, and his gaze remained fixed on the court below as he replied inwardly, What do you want to say?
He hated that voice, but there was no way for him to ignore it. After all, the voice represented another side of himself.
The voice in the darkness did not beat around the bush and spoke directly. You noticed it too, didn't you? Sannoh Industrial High School's strength should be more than what they displayed today. What will you do about that?
Chi Tong's tone was firm, without the slightest hint of retreat. A trace of unquestionable confidence flashed through his mismatched eyes.
No matter how much strength they want to hide, I am absolute. As long as I want to win, there is no game I cannot win.
The darkness of his consciousness fell silent for a moment. Several seconds later, the voice spoke again, its tone carrying a little more complexity.
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