His wrist turned slightly, his fingers curling hard around the basketball as he tried to find a sliver of shooting space between Yu Zhu's arms. But Yu Zhu's defense was too tight. His outstretched arms were like iron bars, and no matter how he adjusted his angle, that enormous shadow filled his vision. He could not even see the edge of the rim.
His body began to descend uncontrollably. Gravity dragged at his shoulders like an invisible hand, pulling him lower and lower. His arms grew increasingly stiff, and his fingertips were gradually losing their grip on the ball.
He knew that if he could not find an opening, the shot would either be blocked or he would commit a violation. Mingpeng Industrial's entire possession would go to waste.
Left with no choice, Fukuda Kentai swept his gaze across both sides of the court. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a familiar figure to one side: Nakamura Yashi.
His heart clenched. Without the slightest hesitation, just before his body hit the floor, he snapped his wrist like a whip and sent the ball sideways through the gap between Yu Zhu's arm and body.
The basketball shot through the air in a sharp, straight line, carrying a desperate burst of force as it flew precisely toward Nakamura Yashi on the flank.
The ball landed securely in the hands of Nakamura Yashi, who had rushed over to support him.
At the sight, Yu Zhu's pupils contracted sharply while he was still airborne. He inwardly cursed.
He had yet to land, both feet still hanging in the air, and had no way to adjust his position to challenge Nakamura Yashi. He could only watch helplessly as the ball fell into his opponent's hands. His arms waved instinctively in midair,