Chapter 369

This was already a method born of no other options, nothing more than choosing between two bottles of poison.

"However, could it really be this simple?"

He looked at Kaijo's posture; it didn't look like they had reached a dead end, but rather like they were preparing for something.

I'm afraid they still have a trump card they haven't revealed!

"How far along is the preparation?" On the court, Tiandao slowly dribbled the ball, suddenly speaking as he faced the two of them, "Your imitation of us."

!!!

Hearing this, both were shocked at the same time. How did he know their team's plan?

It was simple: Tiandao could peek.

Moreover, he had read the original work; the only way Kaijo could think of to counter him was to imitate the Generation of Miracles.

Kise and Kasamatsu Yukio were unaware, staring at Tiandao's star-like eyes, secretly thinking, *How terrifying. *

The audience in the real world was the same, all shocked by Tiandao's insight.

Before his Six Eyes, it seemed as if no one had any secrets.

"About 50%," Kise said with a bitter smile, speaking frankly.

"That means closer to 60 or 70 percent." Tiandao saw through his reservation at a glance, then said, "Then let's widen the point gap as much as possible first."

"Snap!"

The basketball bounced off the ground and returned to Tiandao's hand.

But the next second, the basketball in his hand had already vanished, transforming into an orange light that pierced through the two's defense and slammed into Seta Kentaro's hands.

"This move again."

People didn't know the name of this technique; they only knew it was born from his swordsmanship.

If one had to give it a name, simply put, it would be adding "Release" before or after passing, breaking through, stealing, or shooting.

At this moment, many were thinking about how to crack this kind of passing.

The speed of the release was too fast; it was hard to capture.

"If it were you, could you stop it? Aomine?"

As opponents in the Tokyo region, Too Academy attached great importance to Kirisaki Daiichi.

And in their lineup, the only one who could stop this kind of pass from Tiandao was probably Aomine alone.

"How would I know without playing against it?" Aomine was very honest. He was a player who followed his feelings; he would think, but mostly he acted as he pleased.

If in a wild state, relying on his ball sense, he might be able to capture the trace of the pass.

But to completely stop it, he would likely have to enter the Zone, empty his brain completely, let his body feel the vibration frequency of the air, and then intercept.

"Swish!"

Seta Kentaro hit the bank shot again.

Kise didn't even move; he couldn't see through the intention or the movement of the pass at all.

"Knowing I'm not ready and not waiting—Little Tiandao is too heartless."

"If you are serious, I am disappointed."

Tiandao turned around and started jogging.

"No matter how many times I have to say it, the court is a battlefield."

"Always being slow, you are destined to never catch up to me, only able to look up at my back."

That was true.

Kise longed to win, provided Tiandao gave his all; that was the only way to show him respect.

The gap was 14 points.

Kaijo now had only one thought: they absolutely could not let the gap widen to 20 points.

That was a watershed; even in history, matches where one could complete a comeback after trailing by 20 points were extremely rare.

In the many leagues around the world every year, there were fewer than 100 matches where a comeback was completed after trailing by 20 points.

Amateur matches were even rarer; one could almost declare the match to be in garbage time.

20 points was their life-or-death line!

But Kirisaki Daiichi's suppression of them continued.

The intelligence Satsuki gave them was very effective; every point Kaijo scored required both luck and fighting spirit.

They had good luck today; Kasamatsu Yukio shot a three-pointer, the ball spun around the rim twice, and finally rolled into the net.

This was a typical lucky shot, but for Kaijo, it was precious.

Before they could celebrate, Tiandao turned around and sent the ball into the paint against a double-team again.

The ball was like a laser, slamming straight into Hara Kazuya's hands.

The continuous scoring made Kaijo's people pay attention to Seta Kentaro, but they ignored Hara Kazuya.

"There's not even a margin for adjustment." Many shook their heads.

No matter how Kaijo changed their defense, Tiandao could always find the best opportunity.

This was despairing.

That Kaijo had persisted until now without collapsing meant they were already very strong.

Because they still had hope, even if that hope was slim. *No, can you go easy on us, Great Demon King Tiandao! *

*I beg you, stop showing off, the kid is scared! *

*Can't defend, can't attack, how are we supposed to win! *

*Go easy, go easy, you bad guy Tiandao! *

*Damn it, can't you speak properly? You're driving again. *

Kise's fans were getting anxious.

Tiandao's ball made them suffocate; he didn't give them a single chance to breathe.

If there was hope, he would strangle that hope.

If there was no hope, he would kick you into hell.

The audience could truly feel the extreme pressure he exerted.

And the Tiandao followers?

They were spamming white comments, mocking those spamming yellow comments for not knowing their own limits, daring to challenge their King B.

It was like lighting a lamp in a latrine—looking for shit!