He took a deep breath, forcing down the anger and irritation in his heart. His gaze swept over his teammates on the court again, gradually becoming firm.
At this point, there was no point dwelling on Chi Tong's schemes or regretting having his momentum snuffed out.
What mattered most now was finding a way to steady themselves and claw the score back!
Ichinokura Satoshi forcibly suppressed his frustration at having the ball stolen. He took a deep breath to calm himself, and his eyes suddenly sharpened as his once-composed presence spread out again.
He advanced with the ball in steady strides, his sharp gaze scanning the defensive formation ahead as he calculated a route through it.
But just as his foot was about to cross midcourt and his offensive rhythm was beginning to rise, a crimson figure flashed out from the side as if appearing from thin air, firmly blocking his path and abruptly cutting off his momentum.
Fukatsu Kazunari's heart lurched. A powerful sense of danger instantly gripped him, and before cold sweat could slide down his temples, a distinct numbness suddenly spread through the palm holding the ball. A crisp slap rang out, especially jarring amid the noisy arena.
Chi Tong stood there calmly, his expression as placid as ever. It was as though he had merely lifted a hand casually, yet his fingertips had struck the basketball with perfect precision. The force was not great, but it was perfectly targeted, instantly disrupting Fukatsu's control and effortlessly stealing the ball from him.
Not good!
Ichinokura Satoshi panicked, his mind going blank for an instant. He instinctively lunged forward, reaching out in an attempt to hook back the basketball that was slipping away.
But Chi Tong moved far faster than he could react. The moment he stole the ball,