The sound came extraordinarily suddenly, without the slightest buildup. It rang out precisely as Morishige Hiroshi had just taken his position in front of Chi Tong, as though Chi Tong had already anticipated his positioning and calculated the timing of the dribble in advance.
At first, the two basketball bounces sounded like nothing more than an ordinary dribbling rhythm to Mori Zhongkuan. He did not give them a second thought, merely staring intently at Chi Tong's wrist, wary of a sudden crossover drive.
But he failed to notice that the force behind Chi Tong's dribbles was quietly changing—the first light, the second heavy, as if weaving some invisible rhythmic trap.
While Morishige Hiroshi's attention remained fixed on the basketball, the third bounce suddenly rang out, louder and more urgent than the first two.
Almost at the same moment the sound exploded, Chi Tong's body abruptly moved.
Sun Zhongkuan felt his vision blur, as if a crimson bolt of lightning had flashed past. Chi Tong, who had been right in front of him, vanished from his sight in an instant.
His heart tightened, and he instinctively tracked him from the corner of his eye.
Sure enough, a crimson blur brushed past his side and flashed toward his back.
You're not getting past me!
Sun Zhongkuan let out a low roar. Without hesitation, the muscles in his legs instantly bulged, veins standing out beneath his skin. He prepared to rely on his explosive power as before, forcibly catching up and blocking Chi Tong's path with his body.
But this time, something unexpected happened.
Just as he was about to exert himself, a sharp soreness suddenly shot through both feet, as though countless fine needles were stabbing into his muscles.
Then, the explosive force gathered in his legs vanished in an instant, like