Chapter 181: One Man Passes, Nine Men Panic!

Sci-fi basketball is a bit ridiculous.

An aura, physique, and ability beyond the ordinary converge in the mind of the opponent facing them head-on, producing visions that ordinary people cannot see.

For example, the rings in Akashi's eyes, Aomine's black panther, Kagami's tiger, Haizaki Shōtarō's thunder, Murasakibara's wind-sweeping hammer of destruction, and so on…

And Yukimiya Kazuma at this moment—

Snow-colored light glimmered in his eyes, frost and snow seemed to swirl around him, and even the ball he was dribbling, when it struck the ground, seemed to leave behind layer upon layer of six-pointed ice blossoms.

On the spectator stands.

Sasame Akira and Huacheng Shūichi simultaneously widened their eyes in shock.

"What a terrifying aura!"

"What on earth happened to this guy?"

"Zone?"

"No, Zone isn't like this…"

Sasame Akira thought of the figure he had glimpsed by chance, and immediately shook his head.

On the Teikō bench, Momoi Mayumi watched Yukimiya Kazuma in confusion, and not far from her, Kuroko Tetsuya, who had been completely discarded by Akashi, wore a brightness on his face the likes of which had never been seen before.

And at this moment on the court, an astonishing thing was also unfolding!

Yukimiya Kazuma did not break past Akashi as he had just done, but instead chose a method that conserved more stamina, yet was equally effective.

Passing!

An extraordinary pass!

When Terumichi Daisuke received Yukimiya Kazuma's pass, in an instant the ball grazed his catching palm, spun once, and abruptly flew to the other side.

Immediately after, it arrived in Kasuga Yūji's hands.

But once in Kasuga Yūji's hands, it was still uncontrollable, and was instantly passed back to Yukimiya Kazuma!

*Pap—*

*Pap—*

Though it passed through two people, in truth there were only two short, crisp sounds of the ball being touched, and then the ball was back in Yukimiya's hands!

The players of Facing Qingfeng on the court now wore expressions of shock identical to the Generation of Miracles across from them, and at the same time felt a deep unease in their hearts, never knowing when Yukimiya Kazuma's pass would come their way, and even after it did, they had no idea what would happen next.

One man passes, nine men panic!

Lv3 Pass Master, Pass the Parcel, terrifying as such!

Akashi stared in surprise at the Facing Qingfeng players before him; from their reactions after receiving Yukimiya Kazuma's passes, he could clearly sense and confirm that they were being controlled by Yukimiya Kazuma's passing!

It was simply too fast!

However…

Akashi quickly discovered the pattern!

"Once the ball is passed out by Yukimiya, it can be sustained for at most two links…"

From the moment Yukimiya Kazuma passed the ball out, the first controlled receiver, the second controlled receiver—and then it stopped; this segment of puppet-show-like control came to an end.

But the problem lay in…

Whether the first and second person would shoot or pass, the variables in between were simply too many, compounded by that ultra-high-speed conduction and guided projection that ended in a single touch.

And Yukimiya Kazuma could at any moment serve as the terminal receiver, driving into the paint to draw everyone's defensive attention.

A round or two of such conduction was enough to tear Teikō's defense into disarray.

The Facing Qingfeng players ran about the court, running purely without any set play.

And then…

The ball came!

*Pap—*

*Pap—*

Still the sound of rapid, consecutive passes, and the ball on the court suddenly transformed into a streak of light!

Terumichi Daisuke faced Aomine Daiki's defense; the latter had just had his defensive rhythm disrupted by that strange passing.

The reason his defense had been broken was that just now, after the ball was passed out by Yukimiya, it went through two more links of conduction, and ultimately returned to Yukimiya Kazuma's hands—moreover, it was a ball the guy had caught after driving into the paint.

An ultra-high-speed give-and-go combination, passed out once and conducted twice, allowed Yukimiya Kazuma to breeze past the paint with a man-and-ball separation move.

Yet when Aomine's attention was drawn, the next second the ball was passed out of Yukimiya Kazuma's hands again, then went to who knows whom, and in any case ended up here with Facing Qingfeng's number 7.

*Whoosh—! *

And…

This time, it's a shot!