Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium.

Basketball hall.

At this moment, the venue was dead silent.

The air seemed to be frozen, there was no sound at all, only the lingering sound of the basketball falling to the ground was still echoing in people's ears, as if telling the unbelievable scene that had just happened.

Everyone was staring in amazement at Murasakibara's prowess under the basket.

He was like a towering purple tower, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

The audience's eyes were filled with shock. It seemed as if their brains had not had time to process what they saw. They just stared blankly with disbelief written all over their eyes.

The Jabberwocks had their eyes wide open and their faces dull, as if their souls had been taken away, making their faces look frozen in time, stiff and expressionless. Their mouths were also wide open, and their jaws were about to drop to the ground.

They stared in amazement as if they had seen a ghost as Zihara blocked Jason Thibaud.

It should have been a sure slam dunk, but it was intercepted by Murasakibara in an almost overbearing manner.

This plunged them into a state of deep confusion and shock.

"OMG...what did I see?"

Alan's voice became a little sharp due to shock, and it was particularly harsh in the silent venue.

His eyes were as big as copper bells, his face was full of disbelief, and his body leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to confirm the incredible scene before him again.

"Xilfu...was actually...blocked by that guy."

Zack sucked in a breath of cold air. The sound was like a broken bellows. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and they were full of astonishment.

Nick's shocked face was full of doubt and confusion, his brows knitted tightly together, forming a deep "川" character. He thought to himself.

"How could this happen? That guy was clearly no match for Silvo, so how could he block Silvo's dunk?"

Nash also recovered from the momentary shock, his eyes fixed on Murasakibara, his gaze was like a sharp arrow, as if he wanted to see through Murasakibara. He said in horror.

"Zone? This guy actually has such qualifications."

He was well aware of the rarity and power of the Zone state, but he had not expected that this seemingly reckless opponent in front of him actually possessed the ability to enter this state.

Thinking of this, his expression became a little more serious.

"Even so, he was able to block Silv. Even though his strength increased by 100% in the Zone state, that power... "

There was a ripple in his heart, and he was astonished at the power displayed by Murasakibara.

In his opinion, even in the Zone state, it is extremely difficult to block a strong player like Jason Thibaud, but Murasakibara did it, which forced him to re-evaluate this opponent.

At this moment, Jason Siber stood there like a petrified statue, but the look of astonishment on his face had not yet disappeared.

His eyes were wide open, full of shock and confusion, as if he was still immersed in the incredible moment that had just happened.

His originally fierce and confident face now seemed to have been drained of its soul, leaving only an expression of disbelief.

He looked in disbelief at the guy in front of him who had been tortured by him to the point of losing his temper.

In his memory, this opponent was like an ant that could be manipulated at will. He could easily break through the opponent's defense and score points over the opponent's head.

However, the reality at this moment was like a loud slap in the face.

He was blocked by the opponent just like that.

After the astonishment came endless anger and shame.

His face gradually turned red as anger burned in his body.

He clenched his fists and the veins on his arms bulged again, like angry little snakes.

This kind of anger and shame intertwined together, causing his body to tremble slightly. The flame of revenge flashed in his eyes. He wished he could get back at once and take back his lost dignity doubly.

His eyes were fierce, and that gaze was like a sharp blade that seemed to cut everything in front of him into pieces. He said to Murasakibara with gritted teeth.

"Stinky monkey...you pissed me off."

Every word he spoke was filled with anger and hatred.

His voice echoed in the silent venue like low thunder, foreshadowing a coming storm.

His face, twisted with anger, made the air around him seem tense and filled with gunpowder.

Zi Yuan's eyes were flashing with purple electric snakes, and the purple light was jumping in his eyes like a mysterious flame.

His expression was still lazy, as if the earth-shattering block just now was just a trivial matter.

He tilted his head slightly, without the pride and joy after the block, giving people a nonchalant feeling.

But if you look closely, you will find that although he looks lazy, his eyes are now full of unprecedented wisdom and calmness.

…

The game continues.

As the referee's whistle sounded, the tense atmosphere spread in the stadium again, like a thick fog covering everyone.

Attack and defense transition.

The Dream Team has the ball.

Bang…bang…bang…

Yin Yue hit the basketball, and the rhythmic sound was like a war drum, echoing in the silent stadium.

He glanced at the Jabberwocks, his eyes sharp and deep, as if he was examining a group of ferocious prey, and thought to himself.

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