Chapter 109

On the court.

Matsumoto Takeru couldn't help but complain: "The title of Uncrowned King is certainly no empty name; he's really hard to deal with."

"Hmph!"

"So what?"

"As long as he's broken, he's just trash."

Hara Kazuya looked viciously in Yukimiya Kazuma's direction as he passed Matsumoto Takeru.

The game continued.

Kirisaki Daiichi's offense.

Number 4, point guard Hanamiya Makoto held the ball.

Responsible for matching up with him was Quanzhen Hall's point guard, Naga Shuyang.

And Yukimiya Kazuma, who had just initiated the pass-and-control from outside the three-point line on the offensive end, retreated to his old position, still playing 'ultra-wide range defense.'

Naga Shuyang: "..."

Five Generals, huh.

Let's see what you've got.

On the other side.

Number 7, dead-fish eye Furuhashi Kojiro, looked at Oguchi Ryuji and suddenly said: "Your body is very relaxed, and your eyes are also very boring. Just putting on an act."

Oguchi Ryuji followed with an idol-style smile. "What? Want to make a move? Go ahead and try."

Just the moment Oguchi Ryuji finished speaking.

Number 10 Hara Kazuya suddenly stepped up to set a screen...

A violent screen.

Oguchi Ryuji reacted quickly, his elbow already quietly propped up.

Bang~!

Hara Kazuya: "Ugh!"

Oguchi Ryuji: "That hurts, you bastard!"

Facing the screen action that Kirisaki Daiichi used to mess around in the referee's blind spot, Oguchi Ryuji let out a muffled grunt. Of course, Hara Kazuya, who also took an elbow, was also jolted all over.

However.

The point clearly wasn't here now.

Furuhashi Kojiro, who shook off Oguchi Ryuji's defense through the screen, immediately raised his hand to shoot after receiving Hanamiya Makoto's pass.

Then the next second...

Yukimiya Kazuma, with his terrifying defensive range, pressed up like a shadow.

"Oh?"

Furuhashi Kojiro watched Yukimiya Kazuma block him, but his dead-fish eyes didn't fluctuate at all; he just quietly raised his leg slightly.

Yukimiya Kazuma raised an eyebrow and revealed a strange smile.

Slap~!

The ball was naturally swatted far away.

But the contest had just begun...

Furuhashi Kojiro's foot was placed under Yukimiya Kazuma's foot in advance, and Yukimiya's vision ability had long discovered it. He retracted his force slightly to prevent a sprained ankle, then aimed and stepped on it.

"Ah!"

After a wail, Yukimiya Kazuma appeared to be unstable due to stepping on a foot, his body stumbling forward, a 'Tieshan Kao' (Iron Mountain Lean)!

Bang~!

Furuhashi Kojiro was directly knocked flying far away.

And it was the kind that really 'flew'; Oguchi Ryuji, who was still entangled with Hara Kazuya on the side, stopped his movements.

Beep~~!!

The referee's whistle blew immediately!

"Referee!"

"He deliberately undercut me!"

Yukimiya Kazuma took the initiative.

Referee: "..."

That's right.

It was indeed an undercut.

But...

The referee looked at Kirisaki's Number 7, who had flown far away and still hadn't recovered, and for a moment didn't know how to call it.

Whether the undercut was intentional was too ambiguous to judge, and Yukimiya Kazuma knocking the opponent away could also be said to be the opponent's 'accidental' 'self-inflicted' result.

Finally...

This whistle that interrupted the game resulted in no foul, ending only in a short timeout for an emergency.

Furuhashi Kojiro climbed up with difficulty, his face slightly green.

When he looked at Yukimiya Kazuma, his eyes looked like he wanted to kill.

The players on the Quanzhen Hall bench also saw it clearly; it was just one offensive round, and Kirisaki Daiichi had already used many despicable means.

Not just on the perimeter, Tsuchiya Daiga in the interior also encountered repeated jersey pulling, foot stepping, etc.

Kuriki Noboru was furious and couldn't help but snort coldly. "Hmph! These bastards!"

Hiromi Tatsuya: "Yukimiya, nice job! Must teach them a good lesson!"

Doumoto Akira: "That's right!"

Other substitutes looked at the battle on the court and couldn't help but swallow hard.

The opponents didn't look like they were here to play a game.

However...

Yukimiya, this guy is really skilled.

Had to sigh again.

Although he knew Yukimiya Kazuma's abilities were very comprehensive, who would have thought it would be to this extent.

Too terrifying!

On the court.

Hanamiya Makoto had a gloomy face, his man-eating eyes scanning Yukimiya Kazuma, and he had no intention of hiding what he wanted to do next.

And Yukimiya Kazuma responded with a smile.

Quietly mouthing words.

'Come do it yourself.'

After speaking, he ignored Hanamiya Makoto's gloomy face and turned to go to the baseline to receive the ball.

Because there was a mission condition of 'safely leading the whole team to complete the game,' after getting the ball, when Tsuchiya Daiga passed by him, he whispered:

"How is it? Can you still handle it?"

Compared to the 'Muay Thai master' Oguchi Ryuji, the hot-tempered Long Tianzhang who was focused on fighting fire with fire on the court and thus trained extra hard, and Naga Shuyang who did whatever he was told...

Yukimiya Kazuma could see that Tsuchiya Daiga actually had a psychological resistance to this kind of thing.

"Don't worry about me."

Looking at Tsuchiya Daiga's determined gaze, Yukimiya Kazuma only gave one final reminder: "Pay more attention to undercutting and elbowing; these two cause the most damage."

Tsuchiya Daiga nodded. "You too, that Number 7 just now, and Hanamiya Makoto, the way they look at you is not good!"

On the court.

A rebound box-out in a certain round.

Tsuchiya Daiga looked at Yukimiya Kazuma with a complex expression.

Because at this moment, Yukimiya was fighting one against two in the interior with punches to the flesh!

The area under the basket had become a mess, the muffled sounds of muscle collisions rang out, and Kirisaki Daiichi's center Matsumoto Takeru and power forward Hara Kazuya were both beaten numb.

Every move they called out seemed to bounce back, and the next second they were all sent back.

Even...

This bastard even learned their moves on the spot!

Yukimiya Kazuma raised his elbow inadvertently while grabbing a rebound, Matsumoto Takeru felt a pain in his chest, and his expression suddenly became tangled.

Not far away, Long Tianzhang's eyes lit up...

Nice job!

Naga Shuyang glanced at Long Tianzhang.