This was simply an insult to him!
Yu Zhu clenched his back teeth tightly and shot Miyagi Ryota a vicious glare. The warning in his eyes could not have been clearer, as if to say that next time, it would not be so simple.
Ryonan did not let that lost point disrupt its rhythm. It quickly reorganized its offense and charged at Shohoku's half once more.
After catching the ball, Chi Tong did not hesitate. With a flick of his wrist, he accurately passed the basketball to Sendoh, who had already run into open space.
The ball and player connected without the slightest delay. Sento caught it steadily, pushed off with his feet, and charged alone into Shohoku's three-point line with the ball.
Shohoku's defenders immediately closed in from both front and back, trying to block his path.
Yet faced with such a pursuit and blockade, Sendoh showed not the slightest panic. He dribbled with composed ease, every feint and every advance effortless, as though the defensive wall before him were nothing more than decoration.
Just as Sendoh was about to step into the paint, a red shadow shot out from the wing like a ghost, bringing a gust of wind as it blocked his path head-on.
Sendoh's gaze sharpened, and his dribbling paused instinctively for half a beat. Looking up, he quickly saw who stood before him. It was none other than Shohoku's ace, Liu Chuanfeng!
Liu Chuanfeng moved astonishingly fast. Almost the instant he set his feet, a palm carrying a fierce gust of wind clawed viciously at the basketball in Sendoh's hands. His fingertips were nearly touching the ball, his intention to steal it obvious, as though Liu Chuanfeng would rip it away the next second.
But Sendoh's expression remained calm. He suddenly twisted his waist aside,