Akagiri's Coldness (2)

Some wiped the faint sweat from their temples, while others smiled and clapped hands as they reviewed the previous attack. Even their breathing was steady, nothing like they had just finished a round of intense offense and defense.

Chi Tong sat quietly in the corner, but his eyes never left Ichibon High School's bench.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as though reading a silent book.

From the coach crouching down to diagram tactics, to the expressions on the players' faces as they lowered their heads to listen, to Sasagi Shota's clenched fists and Nan Yun Kentaro's gritted teeth, he saw it all. A faint curve quietly touched his lips, his gaze deep, as though he had already seen through every move they would make next.

After a long while, he slowly rose to his feet. The instant the red figure moved, the atmosphere across the entire bench changed.

Sento stopped joking around, Uozumi straightened up, and everyone looked toward him at once. Chi Tong walked before them. His voice was not loud, but it struck like a hammer against steel, every word crystal clear.

"Although we hold the advantage now, their momentum has not been completely snuffed out. That means they still have strength left."

Here it comes!

Here it comes!

Everyone thought the same thing. This was the scariest thing about Chi Tong. When others led by ten or even twenty points, they might have already relaxed their guard and begun waiting for the victory countdown.

But Chi Tong was different. Even if the opponent had only one breath left, as long as that breath had not stopped, he would not let up.

What he wanted was not simply to win. He wanted to crush them completely, to ruthlessly grind away every last shred of hope they had.

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