Just as Fukuda Kicchou approached the paint and Nakamura Yashi reached out to intercept him, Fukuda abruptly stopped, then took a crisp step back, instantly opening up the distance between them.
The same move again!
Nakamura Yashi was deeply frustrated. He had never expected Fukuda Kicchou to use that feint again. He had fallen for it twice in a row!
Nakamura Yashi had been completely fooled. His weight was still shifting forward, and he could not recover in time. He stumbled half a step, and by the time he reacted, a gap of one and a half body widths had opened between him and Fukuda Kicchou.
Chi Tong caught that opening precisely. With a light flick of his wrist, the basketball shot out in a straight line and landed securely in Fukuda Kicchou's hands.
When Fukuda Kicchou caught the ball, Nakamura Yashi had only just turned around. He tried to reach up for a block, but it was already too late. The distance between them gave Fukuda just enough room to shoot, greatly reducing the risk of being blocked.
Fukuda Kicchou did not hesitate. He raised the ball over his head with both hands. His shooting motion was not particularly fluid, and the way he extended his arms looked somewhat stiff.
The ball's arc was not as smooth and graceful as Sendoh's shots, either, but every movement was decisive.
After a brief flight, the basketball struck the backboard, then obediently bounced into the hoop.
A crisp swish rang out as the ball went through the net.
Ryonan 35, Meipeng Industrial High School 41.
The cheers in the arena swelled like a rising tide. Shouts of support for Ryonan rang out from every corner of the stands, nearly drowning out every other sound on the court.
Ryonan's players moved with increasing