There was a crisp, decisive force behind that voice.
Yamagishi Toru whipped his head around, his gaze locking onto the direction the voice had come from.
When he made out the figure, Yamagishi Toru's voice faltered, and his pupils contracted slightly.
It was him!
He recognized him at a glance.
The white Ryonan jersey came into view, its number 7 standing out unmistakably.
The player who had intercepted the basketball was none other than Sendoh!
The moment Sendoh snatched the ball, he raced ahead toward Mingpeng Industrial's basket, giving the Mingpeng Industrial Team's players no time to react.
He was so fast!
Watching Sendoh sprint away, Fukuda Kentai could not help exclaiming inwardly.
In the blink of an eye, Sendoh had carried the ball into the area beneath Meipeng Industrial High School's basket.
Sun Zhongkuan was already planted firmly beneath the hoop, like an insurmountable wall. Watching Sendoh charge straight at him, he merely stared back calmly, his face betraying neither tension nor disdain, as though it made no difference who came at him.
An instant later, Sendoh stood before Sun Zhongkuan. For a moment, the entire Mingpeng Industrial paint seemed to freeze.
Sento stood in front of Mori Zhongkuan, leaning slightly forward, the basketball turning gently against his right palm. His fingertips occasionally brushed its surface, maintaining his dribbling rhythm.
His gaze did not linger on the ball. Instead, it swept rapidly over Morishige Hiroshi's stance and arm movements, searching for a crack in that mountain-solid defense.
Hiroshi Morishige maintained his steady stance, feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and arms raised just enough to form a natural defensive barrier.
His dark eyes remained as calm as a deep pool, fixed on every movement Sendoh made.
Sendoh moved first. He took a small step forward with his left foot,