At the same time, he pushed his left shoulder slightly forward, his muscles tensing again. Clearly, he intended to use his greatest asset-his physical strength-to knock Chi Tong aside.
To him, it was the simplest move imaginable. Once he knocked him aside, a dunk would follow in the very next second!
Mori Zhongkuan had already rehearsed what would happen next in his mind. He was even beginning to savor the pleasure of hanging from the rim after the dunk, looking down on his opponent.
Against his overwhelming strength, this seemingly scrawny opponent could never withstand his charge. It would be like an elephant crushing an ant-there was no doubt about the outcome.
Yet just as Morishige Hiroshi's left shoulder was about to strike Chi Tong's chest, Chi Tong's gaze suddenly changed. His previously calm pupils abruptly contracted, as though all the light had converged within them.
His mild gaze instantly became as sharp as a blade. Its edge seemed capable of piercing Morishige Hiroshi's massive body and reaching the very core of his movements. Even the tension in the air seemed to rise sharply.
The Eye of Heaven suddenly activated, golden rings gleaming in Chi Tong's pupils.
In the next instant, it was as though someone had pressed pause on the noisy court. The spectators' cheers, the squeak of sneakers against the floor, even the lingering vibrations of the basketball striking the ground-all slowed in an instant, finally freezing into a motionless picture.
Morishige Hiroshi's hulking frame, the range of his arm movements, the arc the ball traced through the air with every dribble, even the tiny gaps between the rough skin of his fingertips and the ball's leather surface-all appeared in Chi Tong's vision with flawless clarity, as though magnified by a high-definition camera.
Details that ordinary people could