Whoosh…
A whistling sound cut through the air, and the basketball suddenly flew out of Jason Thibo's hands like a horse that had broken free from its reins. The flying basketball also surprised everyone.
The basketball flew straight to the three-point baseline.
At this moment, the person standing firmly at the three-point baseline is Nick.
The basketball seemed to have eyes and fell right into his hands.
This sudden change caught everyone off guard. The entire stadium fell into a brief silence, as if time had stopped at that moment.
Whether it was Murasakibara who was defending Jason Thibo, or Midorima who was responsible for defending the Knicks, they all seemed to be under a spell for a moment. They were stunned for a moment, their eyes full of astonishment, and their brains didn't have time to react.
Midorima quickly came to his senses and raised his arms. His arms were like two solid barriers, blocking all possible shooting routes of Nick and leaving no chance for the opponent.
At this moment, Murasakibara and Jason Thibo both fell back to the ground under the basket.
But what was unexpected was that the moment Jason Thibaud's feet touched the ground, he pushed the ground hard again as if he was installed with a spring, and with the help of the powerful reaction force, he jumped high again in an instant. The whole action was done in one go, without any delay.
At the same time, Nick shot the basketball directly in front of the green room.
Um?
Midorima's gaze narrowed, a hint of doubt flashed across his eyes, and he thought to himself.
Shooting?
How is it possible to get in from this angle?
He frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong, and a feeling of uneasiness quietly spread in his heart.
“Could it be…?”
The next second, Midorima seemed to suddenly think of something, his face changed abruptly, he thought to himself that something was not right, and quickly turned around and shouted loudly to Murasakibara behind him.
"Purple original..."
The voice was urgent and tense, echoing in the court, full of anxiety.
Zihara, who had just landed on the ground, never expected that Jason Siber would jump again so quickly, and he was unable to react for a moment.
By the time Jason Thibaud heard Midorima's call, his feet were already some distance off the ground.
Murasakibara reacted belatedly and only then discovered the basketball thrown by Nick.
His eyes focused instantly, with a look of determination in them, and he quickly jumped up, trying to stop the other party.
However, the timing of his jump was still a beat slower than Jason Thibo.
It was just such a crucial beat. When Jason Thibo received the basketball, Murasakibara's outstretched palm was still a palm's distance from the basketball. Although he had tried his best, the distance between his palm and the basketball was still just a little bit off.
Seeing this, Jason Siber grinned, but there was a hint of ferocity in that smile that flashed away.
Then, the muscles in his arms bulged suddenly, as if dragons were coiled on them, demonstrating great strength. Then, he used this power to dunk towards the Dream Team's basket.
Clang...
Accompanied by a deafening roar, the sound seemed to break people's eardrums and echoed in the entire basketball hall for a long time.
Having lost the initiative, Zihara was ultimately unable to withstand Jason Siber's powerful attack. He was like a light leaf, and was knocked away violently, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Bang……
Zihara's feet slammed heavily on the ground, making a dull sound. The force was so great that it seemed as if a shallow dent had been made on the ground. His body staggered back several steps due to the huge impact before he could barely keep his balance. It was obvious that he suffered a lot from this blow.
Jason Thibo completed an alley-oop dunk.
The basketball goes into the net.
Dream Team 138 to Jabberwock 146.
hateful……
Zihara clenched his teeth and cursed under his breath bitterly. His already ugly face became even gloomier than the dark clouds before a storm.
Although he had already exerted his strength to the maximum extent possible in the confrontation with Jason Thibaud just now, every muscle was like a taut spring, bursting out with amazing power.
But even so, he is still slightly inferior to Jason Thibe, and is ultimately a little weaker in strength.
So when dealing with Jason Siber, Murasakibara still seemed to be struggling.
At this moment, the purple electric snakes that were originally flashing with mysterious light in Zihara's eyes began to flicker, and the light became weaker and weaker, like a candle swaying in the wind, with signs of being about to go out.
Huh…ha…huh…ha…
Murasakibara was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, and the heavy breathing sounded particularly clear in the relatively quiet stadium.
He knew very well that his physical strength could no longer support Zone's condition.
Although the Zone state can greatly improve his strength on the court, it is also like a black hole that devours his physical strength, consuming a lot of his energy.
If he continued to forcefully open the Zone, it wouldn't be long before his existing strength would be completely consumed.
By then, he would really be like a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the constantly jumping time numbers on the electronic scoreboard, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
There are nearly 4 minutes left until the end of the game, and judging from his current condition, he can only last for another minute in this zone state.
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