Resurrected Shohoku?

Like in last year's tournament, they had been completely suppressed by Takenori Akagi from start to finish, unable to move, as if even breathing had been strangled.

Yu Zhu silently repeated that name, his fists clenching unconsciously as a flame suddenly ignited in his eyes.

The basketball fell into Mumu Gongyan's hands. He had just steadied himself and had not yet had time to organize the offense.

"Kogure, here! Pass it, quick!"

A thunderous roar came from the wing. It was Sakuragi Hanamichi!

Standing beyond the three-point line, he waved his arms wildly, shouting so loudly that he seemed determined to let the entire arena hear him. Kogure Kiminobu nearly faltered, the corner of his eye twitching. Idiot, if you shout like that, who would dare pass you the ball?

The opponents had heard him too. With a glance from the corner of his eye, he immediately flung the ball to Liu Chuanfeng on the other side.

"Hey!"

Seeing that, Sakuragi Hanamichi instantly started yelling, stomping his feet in fury. "Liu Chuanfeng, you bastard! Stop right there! That's my ball!"

He took off after him like a monkey freed from its restraints, charging recklessly at Liu Chuanfeng.

But Liu Chuanfeng was already speeding away like an arrow loosed from a bow, dribbling straight into Ryonan territory.

The Ryonan players immediately tightened their defense. Their expressions sharpened as they set up their formation, and both sides became locked in a fierce struggle at the edge of the paint.

Aoki rushed forward to cut him off, but Liu Chuanfeng feinted with his feet and dipped his shoulder. A between-the-legs move followed by a crossover flowed seamlessly together, and in the blink of an eye, he left Aoki behind.

Just as Liu Chuanfeng stepped into the free-throw line, Sendoh darted in diagonally from