Chi Tong Finally Takes the Court

After being inactive for so long, he gently rolled his wrist. His joints cracked faintly, and the corner of his mouth lifted in an almost imperceptible curve. His voice was low and calm.

"I'll show them what it means to be forever separated by rank."

As his words fell, he slowly raised his eyes. Deep within those mismatched pupils, two utterly different forces seemed to slowly turn, like the gaping maw of a bottomless abyss ready to devour everything in this world.

Ryonan's players simply stared at him blankly. In that instant, it felt as if someone had pressed pause on the entire locker room.

The air in Miuradai's locker room was as stifling as a soaked towel, tightly wrapped around everyone's faces.

The fluorescent tubes overhead gave off a soft buzz, their harsh light bleaching the walls white and illuminating the sweat still drying on the players' foreheads.

"Damn it, they actually pulled twenty points ahead!"

Gao Jinghong dropped onto the bench, bracing his hands on his knees and lowering his head. His voice sounded as if it had been squeezed from the depths of his throat.

A faint sound came from a corner of the locker room—the sound of someone crushing a water bottle.

"Hey, don't look like you're about to die!"

Cun Yu Jianwu leaned against the wall with his arms folded, his brows slightly furrowed, though his tone remained fairly calm.

"Isn't it just twenty points?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the group. His voice lowered slightly, yet it carried an unconcerned composure.

"Being down twenty points right now is nothing. As long as we keep Ryonan from playing basketball in the second half, victory will be ours."

The moment he finished speaking, a deep, powerful voice suddenly rang out from the corner, like a