Even though Sannoh still overwhelmingly outclassed Ryonan, Domoto Goro did not dare let down his guard in the slightest.
He had absolute confidence in his team, but the coordination Chi Tong and Sendoh had just displayed was threatening enough. It was an unpredictable variable capable of changing the course of the game.
Domoto Goro's gaze swept over the scoreboard before returning to the court. Sannoh could not afford even the slightest stroke of luck in winning this half. No matter how much of an impact this threat might have on Sannoh, as long as there was even the slightest factor that could affect Sannoh's victory, he would resolutely eliminate it.
With that thought, Domoto Goro had already made up his mind. It was now Sannoh's turn to attack.
Sannoh had originally planned to give Ryonan a show of force right at the start of the second half and completely disrupt their rhythm. They had not expected Ryonan to beat them to it, striking back with a lightning-fast fast break. The casualness vanished from Sannoh's faces, and they immediately sprang into action.
Led by Fukatsu Kazunari, the Sannoh players surged into Ryonan's half like a tide.
Without any hesitation, they moved into position in an orderly pattern and swiftly formed an encirclement, closing in on Ryonan's defense with an oppressive force that seemed ready to crush it.
Chi Tong had positioned himself in front of Fukatsu Kazunari early on. His mismatched eyes locked tightly onto his opponent, his gaze as still and deep as an abyss as he waited for Fukatsu Kazunari's every next move.
Fukatsu Kazunari looked straight at Chi Tong, his expression utterly calm. Yet the rhythm of his dribbling constantly shifted—rapid crossovers, sudden stops, then a convincing fake pass—as he tried to confuse Chi Tong with his dazzling