Now was not the time to be stubborn. They had to stabilize the situation first and let Liu Chuanfeng calm down before they could reorganize their offensive rhythm.
Without any hesitation, Gongcheng Liangtian flicked his wrist and accurately passed the ball to Mitsui Hisashi on the other side.
That decisive pass also clearly sent a signal: Shohoku's offensive focus had shifted from Liu Chuanfeng's post-up play to outside firepower.
Mitsui Hisashi caught the basketball steadily, his gaze instantly sharpening. He was still facing Koshino Hiroaki's defense.
He gave a light jab step, faking a drive to the left. His shoulders leaned forward slightly, successfully drawing Koshino Hiroaki's center of gravity off balance.
Immediately afterward, Mitsui Hisashi snapped his wrist, quickly pulling the ball back in front of him. With a light tap of his feet, he instantly created distance from Yueye Hongming.
Damn it!
It was a perfect open look. Without the slightest delay, Mitsui Hisashi rose steadily beyond the three-point line, leaning back slightly as he assumed a textbook shooting form.
His movements were relaxed and fluid, every detail revealing the foundation built through years of practice.
The basketball left his fingertips, tracing an exquisitely beautiful arc through the air. Its trajectory was as precise as if it had been measured, slowly descending toward Shohoku's basket.
A crisp swish rang out. The basketball slipped into the hoop without suspense. Three points.
The rest of the game completely became Mitsui Hisashi's personal showcase.
It was as if he had fully regained the peak form he possessed as an MVP. His touch was scorching hot, and three-pointers came one after another, continuously blasting toward Ryonan's basket like precision shells.
Yueye Hongming was having a miserable time, throwing everything he had into stopping him.
He stayed tight on defense, reaching out to