Chapter 411

In the pre-match pep talk, Masako Araki didn't talk about tactics; she had already finished talking about what needed to be said a day ago.

Now she had to ensure that every player could perform normally or even exceed their level today.

"I have no problem, Coach." Tatsuya Himuro took a deep breath.

He had indeed lost his composure just now; losing face in front of his younger brother almost shattered his Dao heart.

Facts have proven that it is best not to provoke creatures like brother-cons.

"That's good. Remember, the person you are facing today is an ordinary opponent; he is not your younger brother, understand?"

Masako Araki was really afraid that his temper would flare up and he would insist on fighting Tiandao to the death.

This is not the way a smart person acts; that freak from Kirisaki Daichi should be left for Murasakibara to deal with.

Soon, as the referee brought the ball onto the court, the match began.

The two sides stood opposite each other across the Chu River and Han Border; in terms of height, Kirisaki Daichi was a head shorter.

Tatsuya Himuro kept staring at Tiandao during this process; he clearly didn't take the coach's words to heart.

"Withdraw your gaze; no lion can tolerate the provocation of a hyena."

Upon hearing this, Tatsuya Himuro's expression turned cold, and he said, "I will make you take back what you said."

"You got one thing wrong; what you should be doing now is making me remember your name, mortal."

Tiandao had never lost a verbal battle; he was a keyboard immortal on land, after all; how could a teenager fight him?

"Beep~"

With a whistle, the basketball was tossed high into the air by the referee.

This time, Murasakibara didn't make a mistake; it should be that Masako Araki had reminded him emphatically before the match.

He won the tip-off with a crushing posture; that iron-tower-like body had the jumping ability of a jet plane.

Kentaro Seto had no way at all; he had just jumped, and the ball was already swatted away by Murasakibara; what the hell was there to compete for!

The ball fell into Kensuke Fukui's hands; he controlled the basketball well and then made a gesture.

That was the tactic Yosen was prepared to run.

However...

Before his arm could be fully raised, a white light pierced through the crowd.

"Nani?!" Kensuke Fukui was shocked; it was already too late to control the ball.

Tiandao's hand thrust out like a spear, precise and lethal, instantly "piercing" the basketball away.

"Slap!"

The ball was stolen by him.

"Damn it, don't just stand there, get back on defense!"

Masako Araki shouted from the sidelines; the Yosen players woke up as if from a dream, and those who were running toward the frontcourt immediately turned back to defend.

But how could these clumsy guys catch up to Tiandao's extreme speed?

With a "whoosh," Tiandao crashed into the Yosen paint like a comet.

Then, as the hoop let out a wail, with a "boom," the ball was slammed into the hoop by Tiandao with one hand.

Before the match, people had discussed how much time it would take for Kirisaki Daichi to break Yosen's iron-wall defense.

Now the answer was out.

It only took Kirisaki Daichi 3 seconds to break Yosen's absolute defense.

Unbelievably fast!

Masako Araki's expression didn't look good.

It wasn't that she was upset about not being able to shut out Kirisaki Daichi; in fact, she had never thought she could shut out Kirisaki Daichi.

But she hadn't expected that the lineup and defensive deployment she had carefully crafted would be torn open so easily.

It should have been them winning the tip-off and naturally scoring a goal, but instead, they were the ones who had the record opened against them first.

The rhythm at the start had deviated from her expectations, which was not a good thing.

She silently recited Tiandao's name, "Tiandao Jingyan of the Generation of Miracles!"

She had never played a match like this.

The Yosen players looked at that Kirisaki Daichi number 14, their eyes looking as if they were looking at a monster.

That calm and composed retreat, like an old lady walking in the park, seemed to be saying to them, "Absolute defense, is that all?"

"That guy... he saw through our actions from the moment Murasakibara jumped for the ball!" Kensuke Fukui gritted his teeth.

PS: My head is throbbing; have you guys ever tried writing until you're red-hot? That's it for today; I'm going back to sleep. Brothers, no need to wait.