This made him feel somewhat absurd for a moment, and the other players on Ryonan also widened their eyes in utter disbelief.
They knew better than anyone how strong Chi Tong was, especially his freakish predictive ability, which almost never allowed him to find himself in a passive position.
Yet now, he had been forcibly brought to a halt by Mori Zhongkuan.
Chi Tong was still pressed tightly against Mori Zhongkuan, his chest heaving violently, his breathing growing increasingly rapid, and the sweat on his forehead streaming down his cheeks to drip onto the floor and pool into tiny water stains.
A sharp, stinging pain flared from the scrapes on his knees as the movements grew larger, but he acted as though he didn't feel it at all, his entire focus concentrated on the basketball in Chi Tong's hands.
He could clearly feel Chi Tong's dribbling rhythm growing more and more chaotic, the force of his bouncing uneven, his footsteps even starting to stagger, and his center of gravity no longer as stable as before; he knew he was about to succeed.
Suddenly, Morishige Hiroshi a flash of viciousness crossed his eyes, and he forcefully exerted force to the left, his bulky body crashing heavily against Chi Tong. The impact wasn't particularly massive, but it was enough to disrupt Chi Tong's balance.
Chi Tong instinctively leaned to the right, his arm shielding the basketball tightly as he tried to steady himself.
Yet the moment his center of gravity shifted, Morishige Hiroshi's right hand suddenly shot toward the ball in his hands like lightning, his fingertips aiming straight for the basketball.
Chi Tong's heart tightened, and with lightning-fast reflexes he shifted the ball to the right, wanting to evade this steal attempt.
However, Morishige Hiroshi was well-prepared, his left hand quickly