He recalled how he had tried to contain Chi Tong just moments ago. He had clearly been right on top of him, yet Chi Tong had effortlessly shaken him off with an incredibly subtle turn.
By the time he reacted, Chi Tong had already opened up a considerable distance between them. The helpless feeling of being unable to restrain his opponent no matter how hard he tried surged through him like a tide, making him question his own defensive ability for the first time.
Zhu Xingda took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently. He forced down the anxiety in his heart and turned to look at the electronic scoreboard.
There were still nearly ten minutes left in the game. The twelve-point gap was like a bottomless chasm stretching between Ryonan and Aiwa Academy.
Ordinarily, a twelve-point deficit was nothing to Aiwa Academy, a team skilled at playing from behind. In past games, they had faced even larger gaps in the final moments and pulled off stunning comebacks through sheer determination. But their current situation was completely different from before.
Ryonan's defense was as impregnable as a fortress, while Chi Tong and Sendoh's coordination was flawless. They had nearly shut down every one of Aiwa Academy's scoring options. They could not let this continue.
Zhu Xingda's gaze gradually hardened, and his voice carried unquestionable resolve.
There are still nearly ten minutes left. It's not too late. If we want to turn this around, we have to find a way to separate those two and cut off their connection. Otherwise, we'll never have a chance.
His eyes swept over Sendoh and Chi Tong in the distance as he rapidly considered a new countermeasure.
Then he turned slightly and gave Nakajima Tsugito and Lei Tianzhenglun beside him a look, signaling for them