The power of lightning seemed to tear the earth apart. Wherever it went, the air was ionized and emitted a pungent smell.

Heavy rain came, and raindrops as big as beans hit the ground like cannonballs.

They are densely packed, forming rain curtains that blur people's vision.

The raindrops hit the ground, the basketball court, and the audience seats, making crackling sounds, as if playing a crazy symphony for this fierce battle.

The howling wind swept in, like an invisible giant hand, wantonly destroying everything around it.

It made the flags on the basketball hoop flutter, made the players' hair and clothes flutter, and even caused some lighter objects to be blown into the air.

The waves were raging, and it seemed as if there was an invisible ocean surging in this basketball hall.

The wave-like force seemed to submerge everything, echoing with the strong wind, heavy rain, and lightning, as if the end of the world had come. The whole scene was full of destruction and chaos, making people feel a deep sense of powerlessness and awe.

Murasakibara and Jason Siber were in mid-air, like two mountains facing each other, and were once again in a stalemate.

The air around them seemed to be frozen by the tension between them, and every breath was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Jason Thibo held the ball in both hands, and the basketball in his arms was like his conquered prey.

He raised his arms high, his muscles bulging with strength, like thick tree roots coiled around his arms.

He used all his strength to press down on Murasakibara, and that force seemed to crush Murasakibara directly from the air. His eyes were burning with anger and determination. He vowed to regain the upper hand in this confrontation and make Murasakibara taste the bitter fruit of failure.

Murasakibara also held the ball with both hands, his arms raised high. His broad palms held the basketball tightly, as if he was holding his own dignity.

He leaned forward slightly, competing with Jason Thibaud's strength, every muscle working to demonstrate his amazing power.

His eyes were determined and he had no intention of retreating. Even when facing such a fierce attack from Jason Thibaud, he was not afraid and pushed back with all his strength.

At this moment, all the focus on the court was on Murasakibara and Jason Thibo.

The audience held their breath and stared at this thrilling scene in the air.

At this moment, the wind stopped. The originally howling and raging gale seemed to be suddenly strangled by an invisible big hand, stopping its crazy roar.

The rain stopped, and the bean-sized raindrops that hit the ground like cannonballs stopped abruptly, as if the valve in the sky that was pouring rain was instantly closed.

The sea was calm, and the raging waves that seemed to be surging in the stadium also calmed down, no longer having the turbulent momentum.

The whole world fell into an eerie silence, and everything around seemed to be paused.

The shouts and breathing sounds of the audience seemed to be taken away, and the whole world seemed to be left with only Murasakibara and Jason Thibaud.

Their confrontation in the air was like a sculpture, every detail was clearly visible, time seemed to have stopped at this moment, every second became extremely long, the silence was suffocating, as if the world would collapse in the next second in this tense atmosphere.

But all this is short-lived.

I don’t know how much time had passed. It seemed like a very long time, so long that people’s minds seemed to have fallen asleep in the silence. It also seemed like only a moment had passed, as short as a meteor across the night sky, leaving no time to savor it.

Under the gaze of everyone, those pairs of eyes did not even blink, as if afraid of missing even the slightest moment.

Everyone's eyes were as if attracted by a magnet, fixed on the two people confronting each other in mid-air.

The next moment.

Bang……

A dull sound like the sound of an ancient bell being struck spread throughout the entire stadium.

The sound was like muffled thunder echoing in the valley, suddenly exploding in the silent air, heavily hitting everyone's eardrums.

It contained the huge impact of the collision of two people's power. That power seemed to be tangible and spread to the surroundings through the sound.

The basketball broke free from the two men's hands, like a cannonball that had broken free from its restraints, and flew higher above both sides.

At this moment, the whole place was dead silent.

There was no cheering, no breathing, and even the heartbeat seemed to have stopped.

The entire arena was like a vacuum world with all the air sucked out, complete silence.