Damn it!
He actually dodged it!
Seeing his long-planned ambush come to nothing, Sakuragi Hanamichi clenched his fists and let out a low growl. Frustration and anger covered his face, and the veins at his temples bulged slightly. Beside him, Miyagi Ryota's smile froze, replaced by utter astonishment.
He stared wide-eyed at Chi Tong, his mind churning.
Judging by how composed Chi Tong was, he had clearly known Sakuragi Hanamichi was approaching all along.
But how was that possible?
From the start, he had deliberately used his defensive stance to draw all of Chi Tong's attention. Every movement had been carefully controlled, and he had done everything he could to avoid betraying the slightest opening, all to create an opportunity for Sakuragi's surprise attack.
He had thought his performance of a defensive mistake was flawless, yet it had still failed.
Where exactly had it gone wrong?
Miyagi Ryota stared fixedly at Chi Tong's back, filled with confusion and bewilderment.
A frustrated roar rang across the court.
Sakuragi Hanamichi's eyes went wide as he lunged at Chi Tong like a cannonball fired from its barrel.
He abandoned his defensive stance entirely, intent on using brute force to steal the basketball from Chi Tong and redeem himself after his failed ambush.
Seeing this, Miyagi Ryota was momentarily at a loss.
With things having come this far, he could only grit his teeth and follow, springing forward to attack Chi Tong alongside Sakuragi Hanamichi.
One in front and one behind, the two instantly formed a double-team, trapping Chi Tong between them.
Yet even this double-team seemed incapable of posing any real threat to Chi Tong.
The rhythm of Chi Tong's dribbling suddenly quickened. Each time the ball struck the floor, it felt like a heavy hammer pounding against everyone's heart.
His gaze abruptly