He knew full well that although Kanagawa's surge had been fierce, it mostly depended on Chi Tong's orchestration. As long as they could contain Chi Tong, the core, and sever his connection with his teammates, Akita would still have a chance to turn the game around.
So that was what you were thinking.
Chi Tong looked at Fukatsu, and a trace of barely perceptible pity flashed through his eyes, as though he were looking at someone stubbornly obsessed and pitiful.
I'm sorry, but your hope is gone.
Fukatsu's pupils contracted slightly. His face was full of confusion, and his brow furrowed even tighter.
What?
What did you mean by that?
He simply could not understand the meaning behind Chi Tong's words.
Could Kanagawa still have some hidden trump card?
Yet Chi Tong had no intention of explaining further. He had said enough; any more words would be less convincing than an example.
He slowly raised his eyes and swept his gaze across the electronic scoreboard by the court. After glancing at the remaining time, he spoke calmly, though his voice carried an unquestionable pressure.
There's still some time before the first half ends. Since that's the case, let's widen the gap some more first.
What was he saying?
Fukatsu's pupils suddenly shrank. His heart pounded wildly in his chest as stormy waves erupted in his mind.
Widen the gap even further—this was naked provocation!
With the gap already at twelve points, Chi Tong still dared to say something so ruthless. What confidence—and what contempt!
A nameless fury instantly surged into his heart.
Fukatsu's gaze immediately turned dark and vicious, while the aura around him grew violent.
He glared at Chi Tong, his teeth grinding loudly. *I won't let you have your way. If you want to widen the gap, then