He suddenly realized that he had underestimated this opponent from the very beginning.
It could even be said that Mingpeng Industrial had fallen into Ryonan's elaborate trap the moment they stepped onto the court.
The game continued, but the tide had already turned completely in Ryonan's favor.
In just a few minutes, Mingpeng Industrial High School had conceded three straight successful counterattacks to Ryonan.
The confidence on the players' faces had vanished. Every move became cautious, and even their breathing carried a tense, stifled edge.
They were scared-scared of falling into another of Ryonan's tactical traps, scared of letting the score gap widen further.
Morishige Hiroshi took a deep breath and stepped in front of Chi Tong again.
This time, he felt completely different. Chi Tong's calm gaze sent an inexplicable tremor through his heart, as though some invisible force had locked onto him, leaving even his limbs stiff.
Before Mori Zhongkuan could figure out where that dread came from, Chi Tong suddenly blurred into motion. This wasn't another change-of-direction drive, but a straight-line sprint at blinding speed. He became a streak of crimson lightning and vanished from Mori Zhongkuan's sight.
Sun Zhongkuan's eyes flew wide, his pupils contracting sharply. This time, he hadn't even caught Chi Tong's afterimage. All he felt was a gust of wind sweeping past him.
He frantically scanned left and right, his gaze darting across the court as he tried to locate Chi Tong. Yet after looking all around, he couldn't find even a trace of crimson.
While Morishige Hiroshi was floundering in panic, Takeuchi Yusi had cautiously dribbled to within a meter of Ryonan's three-point line.
To her surprise, no one was guarding her.
Yu Zhu was already stationed beneath the basket, while the rest of Ryonan guarded her teammates, seemingly treating her as