He knew full well that if they tried to match Chi Tong in speed and individual ability, they stood no chance. Their only option was to move the ball quickly and stay outside his defensive range.
He whipped his head toward Matsumoto Minoru, and Yadi urgently shouted, "Matsumoto!"
Before his words had even faded, he shot him another look. Its meaning was obvious.
Matsumoto understood instantly. Without the slightest hesitation, he sprinted toward the perimeter and precisely found an open spot beyond Chi Tong's previous defensive range.
Sannoh's tactical execution had always been swift and decisive. This time, they gave it everything they had.
Fukatsu Kazunari hesitated no longer. The moment he crossed midcourt with the ball, he flicked his wrist, sending the basketball flying toward Matsumoto Minoru like a cannonball.
The pass was clean and crisp, without the slightest wasted motion.
Matsumoto Minoru caught the ball steadily. Without making any adjustment at all, he used the momentum of the catch to whip it out again. The ball carved a quick arc along the baseline and flew precisely toward Sawakita Eiji, who had already cut into Ryonan's paint like a cheetah!
That string of rapid passes happened so fast that Ryonan's other players had no time to react.
Sawakita Eiji secured the ball and sprang into the air. He raised it high with both hands, his gaze sharp as a blade, and viciously slammed toward Ryonan's basket.
This one was his for sure!
"Now! Sawakita, it's up to you!"
Seeing this, Fukatsu Kazunari's tense face finally broke into wild delight. He could not help roaring aloud, as if he could already see the points going on the board. The frustration of being suppressed again and again finally seemed ready to burst free.
However, just as Sawakita Eiji's arms were about