Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium.
Basketball hall.
The electronic scoreboard hanging high in the air was like a stern historian, silently witnessing everything.
The leap of time is like the strong and rhythmic pulse of fate. Every ticking sound seems to be deeply carving a magnificent and slowly unfolding chapter of passionate legend on this field.
The Dream Team seemed to have opened a mysterious box of power in an instant. Every member seemed to be wrapped in the blazing flames of battle, emitting a more fierce and domineering aura than before, like a surging, unstoppable wave, crushing towards the Jabberwocks with an overwhelming force.
Faced with this sudden and shocking change, which was like a thunderclap in the clear sky, the members of Jabberwock were instantly stunned, like a group of frightened and confused lambs.
Among this panicked group, Nash was the most surprised and confused.
He had been planning hard in his heart, racking his brains to think of a countermeasure, and was thinking about how to deal with the Dream Team cleverly, so as to buy more opportunities to delay time for his side.
The god-like deterrent power displayed by the Silver Moon made the usually courageous Nash dare not launch an attack easily. He could only seize the fleeting opportunity cautiously as if walking on thin ice and distribute the basketball in his hand to other players, just to reduce the risk of being stolen when he broke through the Silver Moon.
However, the gears of fate suddenly turned.
The Dream Team's sudden change without warning was like a sharp blade that cut through the dark night sky, bringing with it an icy cold light and a breath of destruction, ruthlessly and thoroughly cutting Nash's painstakingly constructed layout into pieces, turning it into nothing.
On Aomine Daiki's side.
Qingfeng's speed was as if he was riding on an accelerating rocket, and he made another leap forward.
He was like a gust of wind, surging forward with a fierce offensive, his movement as fast as a meteor across the night sky. His posture with the ball was agile and powerful, just like a nimble dancer freely displaying his passion on the court. His compelling sharp aura seemed to be able to easily penetrate the opponent's defense.
His streetball skill of super-high-speed dribbling, combined with this new round of speed, even if it was just a tiny increase in speed, became the key weight to break the balance, allowing him to gradually find opportunities to shake off his opponent in the confrontation with Zach.
Zach instantly fell into an extremely difficult and passive dilemma.
In the duel between power forwards, Qingfeng had a slight advantage with his speed advantage.
This is Murasakibara Atsushi's side.
Murasakibara's power was like a sleeping beast that was suddenly awakened, surging within his body.
The remaining source of energy hidden in his body finally erupted like a volcano at this critical moment that determined the outcome of the battle. An unprecedented powerful force, like the rushing water of a river, quickly spread to every corner of his body.
Ziyuan's stamina tank, which originally felt almost exhausted, was instantly filled up by this new force. He felt full of strength, as if he had instantly transformed into a god of war with infinite power.
When he collided head-on with Jason Thibaud again, the situation had changed drastically.
This time, the two men were like warriors on the battlefield, fighting fiercely for every inch of land in attack and defense. Whether it was the offensive firepower bombardment or the defensive iron wall, it was almost impossible to tell who was better, and no one could gain the slightest advantage over the other.
The duel between the centers ended in a draw with no winner.
This is Midorima Shintaro.
Midorima's shooting time was further compressed to the limit.
His strength seemed to be infused with mysterious power in an instant, achieving a qualitative leap.
With the dual help of the exquisite state of unity between man and ball and the powerful amplification of the snake pounce skill, his shooting speed reached an astonishing level, nearly one-third of a second.
This fleeting moment lasted less than half a second.
As long as the basketball fell into his hands, which he controlled with ease, Nick, who was in charge of defense, would miss the best defensive opportunity even if he blinked his eyes for a brief moment. He could only watch Midorima's shot flash past his head, and then wait quietly for the basketball to fall into his own basket.
Nick's defensive steps were completely slowed down as a result. Helplessly, he could only stick closely to Midorima like a shadow, eyes wide open, concentrating on defending tightly, not daring to relax or move at all.
The duel between the shooting guards thus fell into a stalemate of mutual restraint.
This is Akashi Seijuro's side.
Akashi's passing and controlling abilities seemed to be blessed by God, and were strengthened and sublimated to an unprecedented level.
Every time his slender fingers gently flicked the basketball, and the moment he passed the ball or shot it, it seemed as if he was endowed with magical and mysterious power, driving the entire team to instantly bathe in a short but powerful buff.
In his red pupils, a golden halo shone with an awe-inspiring light. The legendary Eye of the Emperor of Heaven was like a supreme artifact that controlled fate, ruthlessly enveloping all members of Jabberwock.
In an instant, time and space seemed to be distorted, and the future basketball trajectories of everyone appeared clearly in Akashi's mind one by one, like vivid paintings.
Alan, who was facing him, seemed to be trapped in the cage of fate. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape from Akashi's all-seeing eyes of the Emperor of Heaven.
Every move and every decision he makes on the court in the future will be firmly controlled by Akashi.
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