Nakamura Yashi was smothered by Fukuda Jizhao, with no room even to turn around. He could not help growling, "There's still half the game left, and you're already using full-court man-to-man defense? Aren't you taking us a little too lightly?"
Fukuda Kentai, meanwhile, was hounded by Sendoh. He tried to drive past him, but Sendoh firmly blocked his route, leaving him to sneer inwardly. Hmph!
We won't lose to anyone in a test of endurance. If you think you can wear us down, it won't be that easy.
He felt Ryonan was gambling that they could not withstand such intense defense. But Mingpeng Industrial never neglected its conditioning drills, and he was confident they could endure it.
After scanning the court, Takeuchi Yusi continued dribbling. She discovered that every teammate had a Ryonan player shadowing him. Whether they moved into position or came to receive a pass, their defenders immediately closed in. Launching a fast break was now completely impossible, and even a simple pass carried the risk of a steal.
If passing won't work... Takeuchi Yusi considered her options, her gaze settling on Yu Zhu, who was guarding her.
As a center, Yu Zhu should have stayed near the paint, yet he had come out to the perimeter to guard her. That puzzled her.
Why is it you?
Shouldn't you be guarding A-Kuan?
If you're here, then the one guarding A-Kuan... The moment that thought surfaced, Takeuchi Yusi instinctively turned toward Morishige Hiroshi. What she saw made her pupils contract sharply, and even her hand paused on the ball.
Mori Zhongkuan stood there alone, with empty space all around him. Not a single Ryonan player was guarding him.
What's going on?
Nobody's guarding A-Kuan?
Takeuchi Yusi was baffled and even wondered whether she had seen wrong. Ryonan was clearly