Before the words had even faded, Sendoh did not hesitate for a moment. He twisted at the waist, turned sharply, and chased after Liu Chuanfeng's retreating figure.
His steps were light yet steady, the rhythm beneath his feet quickening without pause as the distance between them rapidly shrank.
Meanwhile, having successfully broken past Sendoh, Liu Chuanfeng swept his gaze over Ryonan's defensive area like a searchlight.
At that moment, only Yu Zhu guarded Ryonan's interior, his towering figure standing before the basket like an iron tower.
Come on!
Yu Zhu let out a low shout. Seeing Liu Chuanfeng charging straight at him, he immediately lowered his center of gravity, spread his legs shoulder-width apart, and opened his arms in an impenetrable defensive stance.
But just as Liu Chuanfeng was about to reach Uozumi, his movement suddenly changed. His wrist flipped rapidly, switching the basketball to his other hand. Then he turned sideways and bent low, dropping his body as far as possible in an attempt to slip beneath Yu Zhu's side. How could Yu Zhu possibly let him succeed so easily?
Seeing this, he immediately shifted his weight and slid half a step sideways, intending to use his massive body to block Liu Chuanfeng's path and deny him any chance to rise for a shot.
Facing Uozumi's airtight defense, Liu Chuanfeng showed no trace of fear, nor did his momentum forward weaken in the slightest.
Just as the two were about to collide again, Liu Chuanfeng suddenly stopped short. Inertia caused his body to lean back slightly, while his wrist flipped and smoothly moved the basketball behind his back, completely evading Yu Zhu's reaching palm.
The move was astonishingly similar to Sendoh's maneuver from moments ago—the same behind-the-back switch, the same unexpected timing. It was as though Liu Chuanfeng had