On the court, Mori Zhongkuan's pitch-black eyes seemed fixed in place as he stared fiercely at Chi Tong not far away.
There was no obvious anger on his face. He neither frowned and gritted his teeth nor clenched his fists, yet the taut lines between his brows clearly radiated an unyielding spirit, like a beast that refused to bow after being provoked.
Someone had stripped the ball from him so cleanly and decisively, right in the very post attack he took the most pride in.
Morishige Hiroshi felt a fire building in his chest.
He had always been used to crushing opponents with his body. Never before had anyone dismantled his offense so effortlessly.
The gap felt like a tiny thorn lodged in his heart, filling his entire body with stubborn defiance.
At that moment, however, the most shocked person on the court was Takeuchi Yusi.
She stood near midcourt, looking at Chi Tong's back. Her mouth had not fully closed, and her eyes were filled with disbelief.
As a point guard herself, she knew better than anyone how intimidating it was to face Mori Zhongkuan's head-on charge, one that carried an almost world-destroying momentum.
When that massive body came barreling forward, even the air seemed crushed into stillness. It was enough to make anyone lose the will to resist.
During team practices, she had tried defending Mori Zhongkuan while he was attacking. Yet succeeding even once out of ten attempts was considered lucky. Most of the time, she was either blown past by Sun Zhongkuan's speed or brutally knocked aside by his shoulder, unable even to touch the basketball.
That was precisely why she was even more stunned that Chi Tong had stolen Mori Zhongkuan's ball so easily.
The movement had flowed as naturally as taking a drink of