Was this level of defense even worthy of stopping me?
Me?
Zhu Xingda's voice was not loud, but it was more than enough for Mitsui Hisashi to hear clearly.
Mitsui Hisashi clenched his fists so tightly that his nails nearly dug into his flesh. He had been dealt a crushing blow. As a former middle school MVP, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
But reality was brutally cruel. For the moment, he had no answer for Zhu Xingda and could only watch helplessly as Zhu Xingda scored over his head again and again.
Every basket was a naked humiliation to Mitsui Hisashi.
Damn it!
Damn it all!
Mitsui Hisashi roared frantically in his heart, veins bulging on his forehead. He wanted to strike back, wanted to sink threes, wanted to win back his pride. But the more impatient he became, the more distorted his movements grew. Several forced shots were easily disrupted by Zhu Xingda, and he was even stripped outright.
As time passed, Aichi's lead continued to grow.
Although Liu Chuanfeng and Fujima Kenji were struggling to hold things together for Kanagawa, they found it difficult to stand alone against Aichi's all-around scoring from both inside and outside.
Akagi had been drained of nearly all his stamina by Morishige Hiroshi in the paint and was unable to provide much support.
Although Jin Soichiro had a good shooting touch, Aichi's targeted defense made it difficult for him to receive comfortable passes.
Finally, the buzzer sounded to end the first half. The electronic scoreboard froze at 43:52, with Aichi temporarily leading Kanagawa by nine points.
Such a gap truly surprised many people. No one had expected the highly anticipated Kanagawa to trail Aichi by so much at halftime.
In Kanagawa's locker room, Takato Riki frowned deeply, his expression so dark