When the spectators saw what was happening on the court, they were stunned once again.
At some point, Morishige Hiroshi had moved into the passing lane. With a sweep of his huge hand, he intercepted Chi Tong's pass for the third time.
Before Ryonan's players could recover from the shock of their third interception, Mingpeng Industrial High School had already launched another fast break, and the sound of the basketball swishing through the net rang out again.
Lingnan 74, Meipeng Industrial High School 63. With three straight possessions, Mingpeng Industrial High School used Sun Zhongkuan's consecutive interceptions and fast-break coordination to unleash a 7–0 run against Ryonan.
The enormous eighteen-point gap had been cut down to eleven in the blink of an eye.
The momentum on the court reversed instantly, and Ryonan's players were beginning to panic.
Uozumi stood beneath the basket with his hands on his hips, his chest heaving violently and his eyes filled with agitation.
Yueye Hongming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his legs already feeling weak.
Even the usually composed Sendoh frowned, his gaze constantly shifting between Chi Tong and Mori Zhongkuan.
They had never encountered a situation like this before. Especially with Chi Tong controlling the tempo, they had somehow been hit by such a ferocious counterattack.
Everyone subconsciously turned their eyes toward Chi Tong, as if seeking an answer.
But Chi Tong merely stood there quietly, breathing slightly. His chest rose and fell slowly with each breath, and his face showed no expression at all—neither panic nor anxiety.
His deep eyes were as still as a placid lake, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Taoka Moichi had long since been unable to sit still. Seated on the bench, he kept tapping his right foot against the floor, producing a