"Whoa-!!"
"Beautiful teamwork!"
"What an incredible pass!"
Thunderous applause and cries of amazement erupted from the sidelines!
Everyone was won over by that spectacular aerial play.
They pointed at Ryota Kudo, talking excitedly:
"That Japanese player doesn't just score himself. His court vision and passing are absolutely at an elite playmaker's level!"
"That big center is terrifying, too. With his ability to finish those feeds, as long as the pass gets there, it's practically free points!"
Wang Zhizhi landed and watched Hiroshi Morishige drop from the rim, his face expressionless. He simply picked up the ball at the baseline and quickly inbounded it.
Though young, he was already battle-tested and composed. He would never be shaken by conceding a single basket.
It was Wang Zhizhi's team's turn to attack. After several patient passes, the ball finally reached Wang Zhizhi, who had moved from the low post to near the free-throw line to call for it.
Guarding him was Hiroshi Morishige, braced and ready.
His face serious, Hiroshi Morishige planted himself firmly and pressed against Wang Zhizhi's back with all his strength, trying to stop him from getting deeper under the basket through sheer power.
Their muscles collided with dull thuds.
However, Wang Zhizhi's style was completely different from Hiroshi Morishige's.
Feeling the tremendous force behind him, he did not try to overpower it. Instead, he went with it and backed into his defender.
Then, pivoting on his left foot, he abruptly spun right, his body as supple as smooth silk!
His footwork was fluid and swift, the entire move seamless!
Hiroshi Morishige had plenty of strength, but against such an exceptionally smooth spin, his heavy body and relatively stiff footwork instantly exposed their weaknesses!
His vision blurred for an instant, and Wang Zhizhi had already slipped past him like an