"Whoa!" A tremendous gasp erupted from the stands!
"He's past them! Ryota Kudo! What a beautiful move!" the commentator shouted excitedly.
Eri Fujisawa and her Fan Club screamed with even greater excitement, "Kudo! You're so cool!"
Having broken free of the double-team, Ryota Kudo had only one final line of defense before him-Dai Moroboshi, the fastest to get back.
Dai Moroboshi wore a serious expression. He had already retreated inside the three-point line and stood ready.
A one-on-one fast break! Ace against ace!
The entire arena instantly fell silent, every gaze focused on the imminent head-to-head showdown.
The air seemed to have been sucked away, leaving only the sharp squeak of sneakers against the floor and their heavy breathing.
Ryota Kudo drove forward at high speed, dribbling with his knife-sharp gaze locked firmly on Dai Moroboshi, who stood ready inside the three-point line.
Dai Moroboshi's positioning was textbook. He maintained just the right distance, leaving no easy room for a drive while remaining close enough to rush forward and contest a shot at any moment.
His knees were slightly bent, his center of gravity firmly set, his arms spread. His eyes were as calm as water yet held an all-seeing sharpness, as though silently declaring: You're not getting through.
A one-on-one fast break, a clash of aces! The air throughout the arena seemed to freeze. Countless gazes focused on the two like searchlights, and the spectators unconsciously held their breath.
Eri Fujisawa clasped her hands tightly before her chest, her nails nearly digging into her palms as she stared unblinkingly at Ryota Kudo.
Ryota Kudo did not slow in the slightest, charging straight toward the three-point line like a bolt of golden lightning.
Just as his right foot was about to touch the three-point line, his dribbling rhythm abruptly changed.