Nash's face was calm, without any emotion revealed. His peaceful expression was like a bottomless lake, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment.
But Jason Siber and others saw an almost tangible coldness and murderous intent in his eyes. His eyes were like two cold sharp blades, piercing straight at everyone, making them shiver.
Everyone's originally somewhat restless hearts instantly calmed down, and no one dared to even make a sound.
Nash said in a somewhat cold tone.
"It's just a small incident that has thrown you off balance. The game isn't over yet! Do you want to beat us?"
Having said this, his originally calm expression suddenly revealed a hideous and evil smile. There was a kind of madness in that smile, as if everything in front of him would turn to ashes in the next second.
“Not even God can do that.”
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Dream Team rest area.
At this moment, everyone in the rest area was adjusting their status.
Fine beads of sweat kept sliding down their foreheads and cheeks.
They wiped themselves with towels, trying to recover as quickly as possible from the heat and fatigue after the fierce confrontation; and the sound of "gulping down" drinking water could be heard one after another in the rest area, as if only this way could they replenish the huge amount of physical strength they had just consumed.
Murasakibara's breathing was a little disordered, his chest heaving violently, and every breath was a little heavy.
There were small patches of red on his exposed arms. Some of the red marks were irregular blocks, while others spread out like strands of blood, looking a little scary.
"Are you okay?"
Reiko Aida walked over and said, her voice full of concern, looking at Murasakibara with a serious look, holding a bottle of spray in her hand.
Murasakibara shook his head. Although beads of sweat were still on his forehead and his breathing had not yet completely stabilized, he still forced himself to speak.
"I'm fine."
There was a hint of stubbornness in his tone.
After all, in his heart, he was far from unable to continue the game. Even though the confrontation with Jason Thibaud had consumed a lot of his energy, the unyielding spirit in his bones still supported him.
"It's better to spray it just in case."
Having said that, without waiting for Murasakibara to refuse, Aida Reiko shook the spray and then sprayed it on the red area on Murasakibara's arm.
As she pressed the spray button, a fine white mist spurted out from the nozzle and fell evenly on Murasakibara's arm. The mist was slightly cool, and after it came into contact with the skin, it seemed to make Murasakibara frown slightly, but soon, the originally red area seemed to be relieved a little.
The other members of the Dream Team also noticed the red spot on Murasakibara's arm.
There was a hint of solemnity in their eyes to a greater or lesser extent, and they knew in their hearts that it didn't seem that Ziyuan was at ease when facing Jason Siber.
In the fierce inside confrontation just now, Jason Thibe was a strong opponent. It was already very difficult for Murasakibara to compete with him. I just don't know how long he can last.
Everyone knows that the next games will still be difficult and everyone's condition is crucial.
If Murasakibara were to run out of energy too early, it would not be good news for the entire team.
Akashi sat quietly on the bench, not saying a word. His eyes were deep and calm, as if he was lost in deep thought, no one knew what he was thinking about.
Beneath that calm face, perhaps he is rapidly calculating the next tactical arrangement in his mind, or perhaps he is analyzing the opponent's characteristics, trying to find a way to break through the current situation. However, his secretive look makes it impossible to guess his true inner thoughts.
Midorima and Aomine's breathing became more rapid than before.
Both of them had just come off the court not long ago. The intense game had consumed a lot of their physical energy. At this moment, they were sitting there gasping for breath and adjusting their condition.
Yin Yue took in the conditions of these people. He frowned slightly, thinking secretly about the impact of everyone's current condition on the next game.
He himself has the body of a demon king and seems to have endless energy, so he is in the best condition among the crowd.
The demon's body gave him super endurance and recovery ability, allowing him to maintain a good condition throughout this high-intensity competition. But even so, facing the current situation, he did not dare to be careless.
Yin Yue muttered to herself in her heart.
"Although we are fighting back and forth with each other and seem to have the upper hand, but..."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his head and looked at the electronic scoreboard hanging above him, a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes.
The numbers on the scoreboard seemed particularly glaring at this moment.
Dream Team 115 to Jabberwock 123.
An 8-point difference.
The score was widened invisibly.
This is not a good sign, indicating that they have been suppressed by the other party invisibly.
We must adjust our strategy as soon as possible, try to score more points and narrow the gap.
Yin Yue turned to look at Akashi, and a different kind of worry arose in her heart.
"Because of me, the plot has changed a lot. Could it be that this guy can't awaken?"
…
beep……
The whistle sounded, and the sharp sound broke the brief silence in the stadium, announcing the resumption of the game.
In order to vent his anger, Jason Thibo was like an enraged bull at this moment, with red eyes and an indomitable momentum, he dribbled the ball directly into the Dream Team's inside line.
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