At that moment, the spectators at courtside only managed to catch an orange basketball streaking across the court, carving out a crisp, fierce triangular path. The entire sequence was lightning-fast, and in the blink of an eye, the ball swished through the net.
The roaring gymnasium seemed to fall into brief silence the instant the ball went in. Everyone was still stunned by that breathtaking sequence of teamwork, their minds unable to process it. Then, like a volcano erupting after building pressure for ages, thunderous cheers and shouts swept through the entire arena, fiercer than any previous ovation.
Chen Naichun will win!
Chen Naichun will win!
Chen Naichun will win!
The unified chants were deafening, pounding against everyone's hearts like war drums and gathering into a massive wave of sound that echoed beneath the gymnasium ceiling for a long time.
Heart pounding!
Heart pounding!
Heart pounding!
The spectators' cries rose and fell, every voice brimming with overwhelming passion. That blazing enthusiasm quickly spread into every corner of the Basketball Gym.
Whether they were Kanagawa's die-hard supporters or neutral spectators, everyone had been fired up by Kanagawa's utterly unconventional, textbook-defying offense, their faces flushed with excitement.
Only after the uproar on the court continued ringing in their ears did Akita Prefecture's players finally snap out of Kanagawa's ferocious attack, lingering solemnity still written across every face.
Kawata Masashi clenched his fists until his knuckles cracked. His teeth were gritted tightly, and unconcealed resentment churned in his eyes.
In that instant just now, he had actually been thrown off by the opponent's feint and failed to rotate over in time.
It was like a thorn lodged in his heart, filling him with frustration.
Beside him, Fukatsu Kazunari lowered his gaze, his narrow eyes slightly squinting as his brows drew into a faint