That unstoppable momentum seemed ready to punch straight through the opponent's restricted area.
Morishige Hiroshi, stationed beneath the basket, had noticed the movement long ago. Seeing Chi Tong charging straight into the paint, a fierce glint flashed through his eyes. His massive body tensed at once, his feet spread slightly apart as he prepared to intercept at any moment.
He locked onto Chi Tong's figure, knees bent slightly, just about to step forward and stop this kid who dared invade his territory before he reached the restricted-area line.
With his build, as long as he stood in front of Chi Tong, there was no way Chi Tong could get close to the basket easily.
But just as his right foot took a small step forward, before the sole had fully settled onto the floor, a familiar figure suddenly entered the corner of his vision, rapidly closing in from behind at an angle.
Mori Zhongkuan's movement abruptly halted. The foot he had just lifted froze in midair, and his brow instantly furrowed.
At the same time, Nakamura Yashi suddenly cut across, forcefully blocking Chi Tong's path forward.
Chi Tong's forefoot had already stepped into the paint. His wrist dipped, and the basketball in his hand slammed directly into the floor.
A sharp dribbling sound rang out. In an instant, Nakamura Yashi felt the ground vanish beneath his feet. His body lost balance at once, and he toppled sideways as if the support beneath him had been pulled away.
With a heavy thud, Nakamura Yashi sat on the floor in a daze, bewilderment still lingering in his eyes.
Chi Tong did not pause. Alternating hands on the ball, he calmly dribbled past Nakamura Yashi, carrying himself with effortless composure.
Watching from the side, Morishige Hiroshi paused instinctively. His brows rose slightly, and