Kengo Murasame's Anger (1)

In the 97th game, Chi Tong's three steals had looked accidental, but something about them felt strange.

Those three steals had not been merely quick reactions. It was more as if he had been waiting there in advance.

On the other side, was this the strength of Ryonan's first-year captain?

Gongcheng Liangtian folded his arms, his lazy tone carrying a hint of disdain.

It wasn't much, was it? Anyone could do that, including me.

He spoke lightly, but his gaze never left Chi Tong.

When Mumu Gongyan heard that, he quickly lowered his voice to warn him, "Gongcheng, don't let his performance fool you. His strength isn't as simple as what you've seen."

Akagi stood with his arms crossed, staring at the court with piercing eyes as he spoke in a slightly low voice.

He hadn't even used his real strength yet.

Ayako added thoughtfully, "Based on what I learned about him during the practice games, he rarely takes action himself, but every time he does, it's fatal."

She paused, her tone gradually turning grave.

He wasn't showing off. He was forcing his opponents to expose their weaknesses.

Hearing them say that, Gongcheng Liangtian said nothing, but muttered to himself inwardly.

So mysterious.

On the court, Kengo Murasame finally could no longer hold himself back. He strode over to Desert Hero, his face dark and his voice extremely low.

"Desert Hero, what exactly are you doing?"

Araki Kazuo's face flushed red, sweat still hanging from his forehead, his voice full of frustration.

"Captain, I've already been very careful, but it seems like he can track my movement patterns."

The moment the words left his mouth, even he found them absurd. But the facts were right in front of him, and he could only answer honestly.

Kengo Murasame frowned tightly, skeptical