Naito Tetsuya (1)

In Episode 99, he advanced with measured steps, as leisurely as if taking a stroll, as though the five Sanputai players before him did not exist at all.

Cun Yu Jianwu gritted his teeth and stepped forward, spreading his arms to block the route. But Chi Tong merely dipped his shoulder slightly, and the ball flowed from his left hand to his right, slipping lightly past his fingertips.

Cun Yu Jianwu continued lunging at him. Chi Tong took half a step back, switched hands behind his back without a sound, then flashed aside and slid past him from the other side.

Once, twice, three times—every attempt was effortlessly defused, as though all of his movements had been anticipated by Chi Tong.

"Damn it!"

Cun Yu Jianwu panted heavily, cold sweat sliding down his forehead. He felt as though he was not defending at all, but being toyed with—a clown futilely chasing a shadow he could never touch onstage.

The thump of the basketball was like a heartbeat, pounding against everyone's nerves.

That ball seemed to have come alive, dancing around Chi Tong like a mischievous sprite.

Between the legs, behind the back, in front of the body, crossovers, pullback spins—every move flowed like water, without the slightest hitch or a single wasted motion.

Every dribble seemed to dance upon his opponent's nerves.

In the stands, many people involuntarily held their breath before bursts of astonishment rang out. "Th-this... is this really a skill a person can train?"

"How do his hands look like they're glued to the ball?"

"That's incredible! It's my first time seeing dribbling like that!"

Fujima Kenji's brows were tightly furrowed. As one of Kanagawa's top point guards, he had absolute confidence in his own dribbling.

Yet as he watched Chi Tong's every movement, he faintly sensed