Just as he drove through his legs and was about to leap, a cold voice brimming with authority suddenly exploded beside his ear like thunder, jolting him to the core.
You're not getting through!
It was Sendoh's fierce shout!
Before the words had even faded, a tall, lean figure packed with power darted out like a phantom. His speed was astonishing. Almost the instant Sawakita Eiji readied his shot, he planted himself directly in front of him like an impenetrable wall, shutting off every possible shooting angle.
Sento's gaze was cold and piercing, and the crushing pressure of his Pseudo Limit Domain radiated from his entire body. Sawakita Eiji's heart tightened, his pupils contracted, and he instinctively tried to speed up his shot.
But it was already too late.
In the next instant, Sendoh swung his hand without the slightest hesitation. He moved so absurdly fast that his hand left an afterimage, striking before anyone could react. With a fierce rush of air, his palm slammed into the basketball Sawakita Eiji was about to release.
A sharp, resounding slap rang through the spacious gym, piercingly loud and drowning out every other sound.
The force exceeded anything Sawakita Eiji had imagined, as though an immense power had crashed into the ball.
A stabbing pain shot through Sawakita Eiji's palm, and his wrist went numb. Almost the instant the slap connected, the ball was blasted out of his hands, tracing a ragged arc through the air before slamming onto the floor and rolling away.
Sendoh!
Sawakita Eiji stiffened, his hands suddenly empty. His eyes trembled uncontrollably, and disbelief covered his face. The fierce resolve that had surged in his gaze seemed to have been doused with cold water, gradually vanishing without a trace until only profound helplessness and bewilderment remained.
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