With a six-point gap and twelve seconds left, Ryonan might not turn the game around even if they made two more baskets.
Unless they were three-pointers, of course.
They certainly would not let Ryonan shoot threes freely, especially with Sannoh's tight defense.
Chi Tong ignored the dismissiveness in his tone. His gaze swept slowly over his teammates on the court, and a gentle yet determined smile curved his lips.
"It really would be hard for me alone. But I'm not the only player Ryonan has."
The confidence on Ichinokura Satoshi's face froze instantly, giving way to utter confusion.
He knitted his brows and looked at Chi Tong in bewilderment.
What did he mean by that?
Who else on Ryonan besides Chi Tong could change the game?
Sendoh had some ability, but even he couldn't stir up much trouble in these twelve seconds.
He was about to press for an answer when Chi Tong turned away, looking toward Ichinokura Satoshi and the ball with the calm assurance of someone in complete control. Shen Jincheng's chest tightened inexplicably as a powerful sense of unease crept over him.
A moment later, the sharp, crisp sound of a steal suddenly cut through the tension on the court.
The basketball Fukatsu Kazunari had just passed toward Ichinokura Satoshi had not even reached its destination before a figure darted out and intercepted it cleanly.
It was Sento!
Like a leopard lying in wait, he had read Fukatsu's passing lane perfectly. He suddenly accelerated to intercept the ball at the end of its flight, his fingers securing it firmly in one smooth, decisive motion.
Fukatsu Kazunari and Ichinokura Satoshi both stared with wide eyes, their pupils contracting in disbelief.
Fukatsu Kazunari's heart sank. He had deliberately kept that pass outside Chi Tong's reach, never expecting Sendoh to