A crisp slap rang out. With a slight curl of his fingers, Chi Tong snatched the basketball from Mori Zhongkuan's hands and secured it in his palm, the entire movement as fast as lightning.
Sun Zhongkuan did not even register what had happened. He stared blankly at his empty hands, utterly bewildered. It took him two seconds to realize the ball had been stolen.
Then he jerked his head up to glare at Chi Tong, his face seething with anger and his brows knotted tight.
He had lost count of how many times Chi Tong had stolen the ball from him. Chi Tong ignored his fury entirely. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the basketball streaking through the air in a long, straight line, passing it directly to Sendoh, who was already nearing midcourt.
Sento reacted swiftly and caught the basketball. He pushed off hard, accelerating in an instant and easily shaking off Fukuda Kiccho behind him as he charged toward Mingpeng Industrial's basket like a bolt of white lightning.
In the blink of an eye, Sendoh reached the basket. He leaped off both feet, stretched his body in midair, and gripped the ball in one hand before slamming it toward the rim. The basketball plunged through the net.
Damn it!
At the sight, Sun Zhongkuan clenched his fists hard. The green in his eyes grew increasingly sharp, and a violent aura spread from him like a rising tide. Even the air around him seemed to grow heavy.
Over the next few minutes, Mingpeng Industrial High School sank into a desperate predicament, struggling to move as though trapped in a mire.
At first, they still managed to sink a few scattered outside shots and barely keep the score close.
But as the game progressed, their offense grew increasingly