Sun Zhongkuan had indeed heard his captain's warning, but the voice seemed separated by a thick barrier. By the time it reached his ears, his body had already entered the windup before a jump, his center of gravity leaning forward, leaving him no time to adjust.
In that brief instant, Chi Tong's right hand suddenly shot out from behind Morishige Hiroshi. His fingertips precisely brushed the underside of the basketball, then lightly flicked it upward at an exceptionally tricky angle.
A crisp slap echoed across the court, exploding like thunder. The basketball in Mori Zhongkuan's hands instantly went out of control, spinning into the air like a kite with its string cut.
My ball!
Sun Zhongkuan's eyes widened, his eyeballs nearly bulging from their sockets as the excitement on his face was instantly replaced by stunned disbelief.
He stared blankly as the basketball slipped from his palm. His mind went empty, and he simply could not comprehend what had happened before his eyes.
Before he could recover from his shock, Chi Tong had already leaped into the air and firmly seized the basketball with his right hand.
Then, he spun around at astonishing speed, explosively pushed off the floor, and sprinted toward Mingpeng Industrial's half like a streak of scarlet lightning.
Damn it!
Sun Zhongkuan finally broke free of his stupor, his eyes instantly filling with rage. After being broken through and stripped by Chi Tong again and again, even with his childlike, honest nature, he could no longer hold himself together.
He whirled around, the muscles in his legs swelling as veins stood out clearly beneath his skin. Then he burst forward and crazily chased after Chi Tong.
His speed was nearly twice what it had been before. Every stride covered an enormous distance, and the ground seemed to