"Run! Run!"
"Be more active in your movement!"
Under the court, Akizuki High School coach Shingo Katori was shouting at the players on the court at the top of his voice.
At this time, it was almost 20 minutes since the start of the game, and the score between the two teams had gone from 9:10 to 17:24. Katori Shingo never dreamed that the No. 15 player from Takeishi Junior High School would actually successfully restrict his team's trump card, Sendoh Akira.
Up to now in the game, out of all 17 points of Akizuki High School, Sendoh alone scored 11 points. It must be said that Sendoh's scoring efficiency is quite good, and most of the team's points were scored by Sendoh.
But Katori Shingo was quite anxious at this moment. His anxiety was not because of the team's lag behind, but because of another thing.
Of the 11 points that Sendoh scored, 9 were scored shortly after the start of the game. However, in the nearly ten minutes of the game that followed, Sendoh only scored 2 points and one goal.
In other words, since Takeshi Jinguji came on the court, Sendoh only scored one goal in the game that lasted more than ten minutes, and his attack was successfully curbed by Takeshi.
"Defend! Defend! Defend!"
On the sidelines of the stadium, the students who came to watch the game were shouting slogans in an orderly manner.
Everyone's eyes were now on the two people facing off on the court.
On the court, a boy with a pot-cut hair and wearing a pink number 13 jersey was holding the ball in both hands and confronting the boy number 15 from the white team in front of him.
The other players of Qiuyue Middle School were actively moving at this time. Wu Shi and his team did not dare to be negligent. They carefully maintained the defense line and were alert to the players of Qiuyue Middle School who were moving.
Jinguji Budo was bent over at this time, concentrating on watching Sendo's every move. He didn't pay any attention to the running positions of other players from Qiuyue High School. He knew that Sendo in front of him would not pass the ball!
On Wu Dao's cheek, a drop of sweat slowly slid down under the influence of gravity. As it slid down, the sweat accumulated bigger and bigger, and slid faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, it fell to the ground and splashed into tiny drops of water.
Sendoh protected the ball, using his right foot as the axis and tapping the floor with his left foot, testing Takeshi's defense.
At this moment, both of them focused their attention on each other, and the shouts from the sidelines had no way of affecting them at all.
Suddenly, Sendo started. The basketball fell to the ground. At the same time, Sendo took a quick step forward, holding the ball in his left hand and rushing towards Wudao's right side. At the same time as Sendo started, Wudao also reacted quickly, moving sideways and blocking Sendo.
Sendoh's attack was blocked, and the basketball was quickly carried to his left hand. At the same time, his body paused for a short time. At the moment when Sendoh's rhythm changed, Takeshi also braked suddenly, but for some reason, Takeshi's feet suddenly slipped and his body lost balance.
When Sendoh saw this scene, his eyes lit up immediately. He once again dribbled the basketball into his left hand, and instantly accelerated, passing over Wudao. This time, Sendoh finally successfully broke through Wudao's defense, crossed the three-point line, and then rushed to the basket, easily scoring the ball against the defense of the two forwards of Takeishi Junior High School.
"Good!" Sendoh, who scored the goal, seemed quite excited. Five minutes had passed since his last goal. He finally broke through Wudao's defense again and scored the ball.
After waving his fist, Sendoh quickly ran towards the backcourt amid the cheers of the substitutes from Akizuki High School.
"It slipped..."
"Shit luck!"
Wu Dao was standing there with a frown on his face, rubbing his shoes against the floor, trying to remove the foreign matter stuck on his shoes. However, as soon as his shoes dragged against the ground, Wu Dao felt something was wrong and looked down.
At this moment, there was a long black mark on the floor, which looked like a water stain.
Wu Dao's expression froze, and he unconsciously reached out to wipe his forehead, and found that his palms were covered with sweat.
It was not until this moment that Wu Dao was shocked. He looked down at his clothes and found that the jersey on his chest had already been soaked with sweat and was tightly stuck to his body.
"I've only been on the court for a short time, and I'm already sweating so much?"
"My attention was completely focused on the matchup with Sendoh, so I didn't notice it!"
Wudao finally noticed something unusual. He noticed that there was something wrong with the amount of sweat he was sweating. Even when Wudao shifted his attention away from the confrontation with Sendoh, he could clearly feel the soreness in his legs.
This means that the martial artist's physical strength has been greatly reduced at this time.
"I was just defending with all my strength and didn't even participate in the offense. It's only been less than ten minutes, and your physical strength has dropped so obviously?"
Wu Dao looked at the floor in a daze, a deep sense of uneasiness hanging over his heart.
"Hey, Budo, don't worry about it."
"Attack!"
Just when Wudao was in a daze, Mitsui Shou appeared behind him, patted Wudao on the shoulder and comforted him. Mitsui Shou thought that Wudao was in a daze because he blamed himself for not being able to defend against Sendoh's shot.
“Hmm…” Wudao was in a low mood. He hummed softly and then ran silently towards the front.
Mitsui Shou did not notice anything unusual about Wu Dao. He ran to the backcourt, received the pass from his teammate, and then quickly advanced with the basketball.
"Come on! Let's score one more goal and increase the score difference to more than ten points before the end of the first half!"
Mitsui Shou shouted to his teammates as he pushed the ball forward. As the halfway point approached, the players' physical strength was depleted to varying degrees. At the same time, in order to maintain the score difference and reduce the opponent's offensive rounds, Mitsui Shou also deliberately slowed down the rhythm of the attack and pushed the ball forward at a leisurely pace.
Wu Dao did not enter the inside line when he came to the frontcourt. Instead, he sank to the corner and watched Mitsui advance with the ball.
"It seems like you should have felt it."
As Wudao came to the corner, Sendo also came up with a smile, noticed Wudao's expression, and said with a smile. Hearing this, Wudao looked up at Sendo, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger.
That’s great! Xiandao’s condition is a little too good!
Although Xiandao's face was covered with sweat like him, unlike Wudao, Wudao could not see any sign of fatigue on Xiandao's face.
The physical strength of the immortal path is much better than that of the martial path.
"You must be very tired. It's not easy to keep up with me."
"I started playing basketball when I was a kid. I met coach Shingo Katori when I was in the second grade of elementary school."
"I have had formal training for nearly five years."
"Although playing basketball is just a hobby for me, I have put a lot of effort into this hobby."
"You are very agile and your defense is quite sophisticated."
"However, you can never be my opponent. There is a difference between our backgrounds!"
Xiandao didn't seem to want to participate in the defense, and stood in front of Wudao and talked. To him, the team's victory was not that important. Xiandao allowed the team to lose, but he would never allow himself to lose.
"Maybe you're right. The gap in physical strength cannot be made up overnight. Accumulation is very important."
"But I won't let you score again before I fall!"
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