At that moment, he had thought he had already touched basketball's ceiling and reached the pinnacle of humanity.
He had even confidently believed that he now had the ability to defeat any opponent he had ever faced.
But after witnessing what Chi Tong had displayed with his own eyes, Sawakita Eiji realized as if struck by lightning that the pinnacle he had been so proud of was actually so tiny and insignificant before a true powerhouse.
The distance between him and Chi Tong was not something two years of hard training could bridge. It was a bottomless chasm.
What exactly was that?
Sawakita Eiji suddenly raised his head and stared fixedly at the crimson figure on the court, his eyes filled with unwillingness, confusion, and a trace of longing for unknown power.
The state Chi Tong had displayed just now was clearly unlike any form he understood. It was neither a simple burst of physical strength nor something like his Wildness, which relied on instinct. It was an absolute control that transcended instinct itself, as though he could see through everything.
What kind of realm was that?
Was it another, more advanced form of Wildness?
Or was it an entirely new domain beyond even his imagination?
On Ryonan's bench, the atmosphere was not relaxed despite them tying the score. Instead, it felt somewhat oppressive.
Chi Tong walked over with an indifferent, expressionless face, casually picking up a towel and draping it over his shoulders.
His steps were unhurried, yet they carried an invisible pressure that made the air around him seem to freeze.
Sento, Uozumi, and the others followed silently behind him, all lowering their heads. No one dared to casually step forward and speak to him. They barely even dared to breathe.
They all understood clearly that Chi Tong