The Mingpeng Industrial players stared with eyes so wide they nearly bulged out of their sockets. Their mouths fell open in unison, their faces filled with lingering shock and disbelief.
They knew better than anyone how strong Mori Zhongkuan's body control was, yet he had fallen so easily before Chi Tong. It was beyond anything they could comprehend.
Chi Tong ignored everyone's reactions and spared Sun Zhongkuan no further glance, calmly drawing his gaze away.
Then he walked around Morishige Hiroshi, who was still sitting on the floor, and strode steadily into the paint.
Standing beneath the basket, he made no unnecessary movements. He simply raised his hand and flicked his wrist, sending the basketball toward the hoop in a gentle arc.
The ball dropped cleanly through the net, and the numbers on the scoreboard changed.
Ryonan 30, Meipeng Industrial High School 39.
The once-noisy court fell into an eerie silence.
Was that real?
A-Kuan actually fell?
How was that possible?
Takeuchi Yusi was utterly stunned by the sight.
Shan Anche also looked incredulous. "That move Lu Xiaozhuo made going back was already outrageous. Don't tell me even A-Kun can't stop him?"
A bead of cold sweat ran down Nakamura Masashi's forehead. "This is getting way out of hand," he murmured.
Fukuda Kentai stared fixedly at Chi Tong. This isn't looking good.
Off the court, at Mingpeng Industrial's bench.
Yeben Lisan abruptly straightened in his chair, unconsciously bracing both hands on his knees, his eyes filled with stunned disbelief.
He stared at Mori Zhongkuan, who had yet to get fully back on his feet, then at Chi Tong calmly retreating into his own half. His brow furrowed tightly.
The sudden turn of events had caught him completely off guard.
Chi Tong could use Ankle Breaker.
He had known that before