Chapter 319

Crap, he recognized that shot!

Qingfeng's tilt to the left was far more extreme than ever before—his body was now truly parallel to the ground, and he had already crossed the baseline, ending up behind the backboard!

At the instant he was about to hit the ground and go out of bounds—the instant he was about to crash onto the floor—Qingfeng suddenly flicked the ball skyward with one hand!

A scene no one had anticipated unfolded…

An absurdly high arc.

The spin was terrible too.

But the terrifying thing was, that ball simply refused to play by the rules—amid the stunned expressions all around, it shot straight toward the hoop, and finally, to the crisp sound of the net, plunged through!

Long Tian Zhang gaped, dumbstruck as he watched Qingfeng Daohui tumble straight past the baseline; the shock in his heart was beyond words.

No way…

There's got to be a limit to how absurd this gets!

What a monster!

Yet the facts told Long Tian Zhang that there was no such thing as the most absurd—only something more absurd. For Qingfeng, the difficulty of that shot was perhaps not much higher than a free throw.

In the stands, everyone was dumbfounded.

"This…"

"So strong—already beyond all reason."

"So this is the ace of the Generation of Miracles? He just chucked it and it went in?"

"Looks like that fall really hurt…"

After scoring, Qingfeng quickly scrambled to his feet. In his hyper-focused state, he didn't say a single word to Yukimiya Kazuma—only in the instant their eyes met, the air between them seemed to spark.

Tsuchiya Dahe picked up the ball and inbounded it from the baseline, handing it off to Yukimiya Kazuma.

Yukimiya dribbled forward. 'Strained Strings' reacted to steals as fast as lightning; while handling the ball, it let him shed the concentration needed for protecting it, throwing everything into speed and choosing his next offensive move.

*Slap~*

*Slap~*

*Slap~*

Yukimiya and Qingfeng tangled with each other, racing from backcourt to frontcourt in a rapid offense-defense exchange. In their breakneck sprint, the two seemed to see no one else, blowing past one silhouette after another!

Neither Seishin Academy nor Tonghuang could keep up with their tempo.

Too fast!

Both sides were way too fast!

Qingfeng threw himself into intercepting Yukimiya with full focus, but Yukimiya Kazuma, relying on no-slower speed, the reaction of 'Strained Strings', and the explosive bursts of 'Receive-Redirect-Return' woven in intermittently with side-steps, kept pushing toward Tonghuang's basket!

All the way to the paint, Yukimiya Kazuma suddenly slipped the ball between his legs!

Back-down…

Devil's footwork!

His offensive footwork abruptly accelerated, reaching a level on par with Qingfeng's, while the increasingly complex footwork made even Qingfeng Daohui's pupils contract!

Suddenly…

Yukimiya Kazuma hurled the ball toward the hoop almost exactly the way Qingfeng did, drawing gasps from the crowd—everyone thought that after 'Midorima's three', now Yukimiya Kazuma was about to pull a 'Qingfeng formless shot' too.

But Qingfeng's block got a fingertip on the ball, knocking it off its original trajectory.

Not a trace of surprise crossed Yukimiya Kazuma's face—this was exactly what he had expected. He had no formless-shot ability to begin with, so from the start he never intended to score by blindly chucking it!

Because the shooting space had been created by the shimmies of 'Devil's footwork', his feet, which had been pivoting the whole time, had barely left the ground.

He beat Qingfeng, who had just landed, by a step, sprinting under the basket at top speed.

Qingfeng was startled too and hurriedly followed!

Boom~!

At that moment, the ball smacked the backboard and bounced back.

Yukimiya Kazuma's legs exploded with power, his body leaping into the air; the wind rushing in at high speed tousled his snow-white hair.

Inside the paint, Wakamatsu Kosuke and Tsuchiya Dahe leapt high. Just as Wakamatsu Kosuke stared fixedly toward the backboard, an arm suddenly reached over from behind him—it was Yukimiya Kazuma.

And behind Yukimiya, Qingfeng also launched himself into the air, reaching out to contest for the ball!

But once Yukimiya had leapt up a body's length ahead, the outcome was obvious.

The next second…

With a thunderous crash, Yukimiya Kazuma—who had already set himself up—drove straight down on Wakamatsu Kosuke, who still hadn't figured out what was happening, his whole body hanging on the rim. Before his eyes was the ball that had been slammed through and was now falling back down; beneath him was Wakamatsu Kosuke, ridden down on the dunk!

The entire audience, upon seeing this poster dunk, fell silent—the crowd that had been marveling moments ago now went quiet.

Or rather, the dunk was only part of it…

From when Yukimiya pushed the ball up from the backcourt…

All the way to the score.

The technique on display—from the ball-handling, to the footwork, to the final self-toss self-dunk—was so silky smooth, like a pre-programmed combo shortcut in a video game!

The visual impact left everyone dumbstruck.

The Tonghuang coach stood on the sideline, staring fixedly at Yukimiya Kazuma in the distance, then let his gaze fall to the scoreboard.

No wonder Qingfeng Society valued him so highly.

But…

This is getting troublesome…

If this keeps up, both Qingfeng and the game itself are in serious danger.