Xianglei!
Xianglei!
Xianglei!
Deafening cheers erupted from every corner of the stands, sweeping through the arena like a tidal wave.
Liu Chuanfeng's explosive scoring in the first half had set the crowd on fire. Countless spectators kept their eyes fixed on him, brimming with anticipation, hoping this dazzling young player would deliver an even more spectacular performance in the second half.
Ryonan!
Ryonan!
Ryonan!
Another thunderous wave of cheering followed close behind, every bit as loud.
Ryonan had fought their way through the National Tournament, earning a large following of devoted fans along the way.
Even after watching Ryonan lose their lead in the closing moments of the first half, those fans never wavered. They stood tall and shouted themselves hoarse, sparing no effort in cheering their team on.
The two chants clashed and intertwined throughout the arena, rising and falling as they pushed the excitement to a fever pitch.
The Ryonan and Shohoku players emerged from their locker rooms one after another and stepped back onto the heated court.
After a few preparations, the players headed straight toward the center of the court and gathered near the center circle. Every face showed the determination to give this final stretch everything they had, along with a hunger for victory and wariness of their opponents.
The second-half jump ball was about to begin. Akagi and Yu Zhu stood facing each other on opposite sides of the center line. Their gazes collided fiercely in midair, as though invisible sparks were flying between them, and neither showed any intention of backing down.
Takenori Akagi let his hands hang naturally at his sides, though his fingertips subtly tensed. Uozumi held his head slightly high and his chest upright, his imposing presence no weaker than his opponent's.
Staring at that familiar face, Akagi once again