This was the sound of a basketball landing in someone's palm. Liu Chuanfeng's heart jolted, and he suddenly came back to his senses, immediately looking toward where the sound had come from.
The instant he turned his head, every muscle in his body tensed.
Sendoh had already leaped into the air. His right arm was raised high, elbow flared outward, wrist cocked back. His shooting form was complete, his body hanging in the air like a fully drawn bowstring.
Almost on instinct, Liu Chuanfeng sprang up, stretching his arm upward with all his strength, trying to swat away the basketball in Sento's hand.
But he was still a step too late. Sendoh flicked his wrist and shot. The basketball traced a steady arc through the air and dropped cleanly into the center of the net.
The ball went in!
Damn it!
Liu Chuanfeng landed heavily, both feet slamming against the floor. His brows were tightly furrowed, his expression so dark it seemed ready to drip water.
He did not look at Sendoh, nor did he look at the scoreboard. His gaze was fixed firmly on Chi Tong as the scene from moments ago replayed over and over in his mind.
On Shohoku's bench, it was that kind of pass again!
Ayako frowned deeply, her voice filled with anxiety.
Seriously, what is with that guy's passing?
Every time, he sends the ball out from a blind spot. There's no time to react at all!
That's right, Anxi.
The coach slowly spoke, his voice low and certain.
His court vision far surpassed that of ordinary people. That Chi Tong could see the flow of the entire court.
The entire court?
Ayako shuddered and widened her eyes.
Coach, are you saying he...
He could see the entire court?
Anxi Guangyi did not answer.