The basketball in Nakamura Masashi's hands was viciously swatted away by that huge hand.
"What?"
Nakamura Masashi's eyes flew wide. The smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by shock and disbelief.
He cried out instinctively, "How is that possible?"
He whipped his head around to look at the player who had just blocked him. It was Sendoh, who had appeared without him noticing.
Damn it, when did he get here?
Nakamura Masashi was stunned and baffled. He had been completely focused on making the layup and had never noticed Sendoh approaching. It was as though Sendoh had materialized beside him without any warning.
Just then, Chi Tong, whom Sun Zhongkuan was guarding relentlessly, suddenly spoke. His tone remained casual, but his words reached Mori Zhongkuan clearly.
"The piece is already in place. I don't need to do anything!"
Sun Zhongkuan frowned and looked at Chi Tong in confusion. He had no idea what Chi Tong meant, but before he could work it out, Chi Tong suddenly moved.
His feet moved like the wind. Lowering his body slightly, he slipped nimbly beneath Morishige Hiroshi's arm, vanished from his sight in the blink of an eye, and charged toward the swatted basketball.
Sun Zhongkuan saw a blur flash before his eyes and felt a jolt of alarm, but his sharp reflexes still allowed him to track Chi Tong.
Without daring to hesitate, he drove hard off the floor. Drawing on his natural explosiveness, he shot after Chi Tong like a cannonball.
The two streaked across the court, one behind the other, changing positions almost in the blink of an eye.
Chi Tong's steps were light as the wind, each stride bringing him closer to where the ball would land. Morishige Hiroshi charged after him like a small mountain, his heavy footfalls