It's the Dream Team's turn to serve.

At this moment, everyone on the Dream Team seemed to be shrouded in a heavy dark cloud, with solemnity in their eyes.

The thrilling scene just now was still replaying in their minds.

They saw clearly how powerful the combined strength of Qingfeng and Huoshen was, but it was all suppressed by Jason Siber alone.

What a terrifying power this is!

That kind of power seemed to exceed the limits of human beings, like a prehistoric beast, making people feel terrified.

“This bastard.”

Qingfeng clenched his teeth, and there seemed to be two burning flames in his eyes, staring at Jason Siber who was standing there.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force, and he looked as if he was going to cut the other person into pieces.

His body was shaking slightly, both because of anger and because of the unwillingness of being suppressed by Jason Thibaud.

The God of Fire was not much better. His face changed from blue to red, green to black, and was as colorful as a palette.

He encountered such a setback right after he came on the court. He felt that he had lost all face and his heart was filled with regret and shame.

At this time, Heizi came over and asked with concern in his eyes.

"Kuroko, Kagami, are you okay?"

call……

Qingfeng tried hard to adjust his state, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

Then he spoke slowly.

"Pass me the ball."

As he spoke, his eyes gradually changed from sharp to profound, as if a mysterious power was surging in them.

The anxiety of that moment had now disappeared without a trace, replaced by a terrifying calmness and concentration.

Hearing Qingfeng's words, Kuroko was stunned at first, and then he saw the familiar light in the other's eyes.

As their former super partners in junior high school, Kuroko naturally understood that this was a prelude to Aomine's ultimate move.

"good."

Kuroko didn't hesitate at all. He knew that Qingfeng needed this opportunity at the moment, so he agreed to pass the ball to the other party without hesitation.

Whoosh…

The basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and was thrown accurately by Kuroko. As if it had eyes, it fell steadily into Qingfeng's hands.

"Haha... stinky monkey, are you trying to challenge me to a duel? You're really brave."

When Jason Sibe saw Qingfeng's look, a big disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. That smile was full of contempt for Qingfeng, as if in his eyes, Qingfeng's behavior was as ridiculous as an ant trying to shake a tree.

Qingfeng ignored the other party's ridicule, and those words were like wind in his ears.

Anyway, he couldn't understand Jason Thibaud's insulting language.

At this moment, he was completely immersed in an extremely calm state.

In his world, there are only basketball and opponents in front of him, and everything else has been thrown behind him.

"I admit that you are very strong, but basketball is not just about strength."

Qingfeng's voice was steady and firm, and every word echoed clearly over the stadium.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingfeng also moved.

His steps were light and agile, like a cheetah ready to pounce. He started in an instant and rushed towards Jason Siber with an unstoppable momentum.

Whoosh…

In just a moment, in front of Jason Siber's eyes, Qingfeng seemed to still be standing there quietly, without moving at all.

However, strangely, his ears clearly captured the sound of the basketball hitting the ground coming from different locations. The sound was particularly abrupt in the silent court, as if several Qingfeng were dribbling the ball at the same time.

How could that be?

Jason Siber's brows frowned instantly, and his mind was a little confused for a moment. He couldn't figure out what was going on.

This extraordinary phenomenon was completely beyond his expectations, and even this usually confident man couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

But the next moment, something even more shocking happened.

He watched helplessly as the Qingfeng in his eyes turned into a shadow, which slowly dissipated into nothingness like smoke blown away by the wind.

This dreamlike scene made Jason Siber's eyes widen, and the astonishment in his heart flooded like a surging tide.

What?

Before Jason Siber's shock subsided, he caught a flash of green from the corner of his eye.

'It's the monkey.'

He thought to himself and instantly realized that it was Qingfeng's figure.

Thinking of this, Jason Siber immediately looked in the direction where the green light had just flashed, with vigilance in his eyes.

He moved as fast as the wind, trying to re-lock Qingfeng's position.

However, to his chagrin, when he turned around, the green color seemed to have never appeared and he had completely lost track of it.

The stadium seemed to have returned to calm in an instant, but there was a hidden turbulence beneath this calm, and Jason Thibo felt uneasy in his heart.

Then, the sound of the basketball hitting the ground continued to echo on the court like rapid drum beats.

The rhythmic sound was like a passionate war song, playing the prelude to Qingfeng's attack.

Qingfeng's afterimages were like lively ghosts, appearing one after another all over the court.

Those afterimages started from the Dream Team's half, like a chain of flickering phantoms, extending all the way, rushing straight to the Jabberwock's half at lightning speed, and rushing straight to the basket.

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