In his field of vision, he could see only that dazzling flash of red. It moved almost like teleportation, breaking through every obstacle in the blink of an eye and appearing right before him.
Not good!
Alarm bells rang in Kawata Masashi's mind. The moment he reacted, he tried to step forward and stop him, but by the time he fully came to his senses, all he saw was a red figure leaping high with the ball, body stretched wide and radiating power.
By then, it was already too late for Kawata Masashi to jump up and intercept him.
The deafening roar of another dunk echoed through the gymnasium. Chi Tong once again slammed the basketball viciously into the hoop right in front of Kawata Masashi.
Ryonan 124, Shohoku Industrial 130. The gap had instantly narrowed to six points.
This time, Chi Tong had still needed less than three seconds to attack. His extreme speed and unstoppable drive made Sannoh's defense seem utterly useless.
There were still thirty-five seconds left in the game. Although Chi Tong's lightning-fast dunk had narrowed the gap once again, there was not the slightest hint of joy on Ryonan's faces. Instead, an even darker gloom hung over them.
Because they knew that Sannoh would most likely repeat the same trick and use the same tactic against them again.
That worry quickly became a cruel reality.
Sannoh launched another attack, their rhythm still terrifyingly steady. Chi Tong's counterattack had not disrupted them in the slightest; instead, they precisely replicated their previous successful strategy.
Ichinokura Satoshi remained firmly in front of Fukatsu Kazunari, perfectly blocking Chi Tong's Eye of Heaven from predicting the play.
As Fukatsu Kazunari adjusted with the ball, his wrist and body made an extremely subtle feint. He appeared to be passing to Sawakita