Meanwhile, he slid to the right like a ghost, his ankle turning through the slightest arc yet moving too fast for anyone to see clearly. In the blink of an eye, he had slipped around Mori Zhongkuan's defensive range.
Mori Zhongkuan's pupils abruptly constricted. His heart skipped a beat as he spun sharply to the right, instinctively reaching out an arm to stop him.
But just as he exerted force with his right leg, a sudden stab of pain shot through his ankle.
His center of gravity had shifted too quickly just now, and his muscles had not kept up with the movement. A wave of soreness instantly spread through him, and his body suddenly stiffened as though someone had hit pause.
Immediately afterward, Morishige Hiroshi's body stumbled uncontrollably forward. His knee was about to slam into the floor, so he hurriedly planted a hand on the ground, his fingertips turning white from the force as he barely steadied himself.
His knee scraped across the floor, leaving a shallow mark.
Chi Tong remained where he was, his gaze as calm and unruffled as ever. It was as if he had merely performed the simplest crossover, paying no attention at all to Mori Zhongkuan's fall.
He did not even look back at his half-kneeling opponent. He merely lowered his head and dribbled the basketball, his palm striking the ball with a steady thump, thump, before charging toward Meipeng Industrial High School's basket.
Seeing Chi Tong slip past him, Mori Zhongkuan gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flashing through his eyes.
He pushed hard against the floor with his palm and sprang up. His left foot stomped down heavily, and he shot after Chi Tong's retreating figure like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Chi Tong noticed the hurried footsteps closing in