As the saying goes, experts can tell skill level at first glance.

The reason this "comedian" could appear here seemed to have legitimate cause.

While thinking this, Nash had already dribbled across half court to the three-point arc.

Matched up against him was Akashi. Seeing his opponent still daring to zone out, the rich young master immediately planned to teach him a lesson.

"You dare lose focus while facing me? You're too arrogant, Nash!"

Akashi's eyes suddenly widened, two golden rings radiating from his pupils.

"What?!"

Nash felt all his pores simultaneously sounding alarms, a feeling of being seen through creeping into his heart.

"Could this kid possibly..."

"Pop!"

Nash sensed trouble, but it was too late to dodge.

He watched helplessly as Akashi's hand shot out like a spear, knocking the basketball away.

"Eyes similar to the Demon Eyes?"

He wasn't certain yet, nor did he want to believe that in this world, someone else possessed eyes similar to his own.

Moreover, this talent appeared in Asia, a basketball wasteland.

Seeing Akashi about to bypass him and steal the ball, Nash reacted and violently squeezed forward with his stronger body.

"Akashi!"

Hyuga Junpei and others cried out in alarm.

As an opponent, Akashi was undoubtedly a nightmare-like existence.

But once he became a teammate, there was truly no more reliable partner.

However.

Before they could cheer, they saw Nash violently push past Akashi and was about to regain control of the ball.

Almost simultaneously.

A white figure from near the free-throw line suddenly crossed the three-point line and charged forward.

He beat Nash to it, extending his arm to steal the ball away.

"Tendou!" Hyuga Junpei and the others exclaimed again.

"What?" Nash turned his head to discover it was that comedian again.

"What's going on? That guy's position should have been near the free-throw line, right?"

Even though he was farther from the ball's position than himself, and even accounting for the time wasted dealing with Akashi, he shouldn't have been faster.

Tendou didn't give him time to think.

They were playing fast-break tactics—this was a race against time.

The faster your movement, the less reaction time opponents had, the higher the success rate.

Tendou grabbed the ball and stepped forward.

The next second, his entire figure shot out like white lightning.

Audiences familiar with Tendou's abilities were already cheering.

In two national tournaments, Tendou's success rate on similar fast breaks was a terrifying 100%.

Almost no one could stop his fast break!

But Nash indicated that was only because these monkeys were too weak.

Just as Tendou was about to penetrate the three-point line, Nash's figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

He overtook Tendou with even greater speed, planting one foot heavily on the floor in an abrupt stop.

His unparalleled body balance and coordination were on full display, combined with speed that matched Tendou's.

"Don't think you can get past, comedian!"

"Hmph."

Tendou snorted coldly, showing no intention of slowing down as he charged straight ahead.

"No matter how fast you run, you're still a juggler."

The two quickly collided, as if each step closed the distance between them.

"Buzz!"

Tendou's eyes radiated azure light.

Seeing this, Nash's pupils contracted again.

"Even stronger than before—could this guy also..."

Just one contact made Nash feel Tendou's difference.

Compared to Akashi, Tendou was superior in every aspect.

Speed, strength, height, weight—everything made Nash unable to take him lightly.

Especially that aura similar to the Demon Eyes.

"Dismantle!"

Tendou forcefully dribbled the basketball. The ultra-fast ball speed drove his body to complete a flash step, instantly getting past Nash.

Gather, jump, shoot.

Three movements flowing as one.

The basketball gently fell through the net, finally dropping to the floor and bouncing.

4:0!

The Dragon Slayer Sword team had achieved a good start.

Successfully completing both offense and defense in the opening gave this revenge match a promising beginning.

"So strong!" someone sighed in admiration.

They were all audiences who had watched from last week's exhibition game.

So they had a very direct impression of Tendou's attack.

You had to know, facing Jabberwock, the college representative team members could only get beaten up, no matter who it was.

Yet Tendou had directly defeated Nash in a one-on-one confrontation—the gap was truly enormous.

"Kyaa, Tendou-sama!"

"Look here, look here!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh~"

Tendou's fans were way too crazy, weren't they?

Just as Hyuga Junpei and others were preparing to cheer, piercing screams immediately filled their ears.

In the eastern audience section, countless female fans holding Tendou support items were screaming frantically.

They had no doubt that if Tendou randomly pointed at someone now, that person could be taken home tonight.

In fact, the chosen female fan would probably feel like she'd won the lottery and definitely wouldn't say no.

"...Tch."

Nash watched with a dark expression as Tendou passed by him like an old master—that composed confidence belonging to the strong.

This composure had always belonged only to him and shouldn't appear on a monkey.

"Nash..."

"Cut the chatter and inbound the ball."

Nash had his teammate inbound from the baseline, then personally dribbled across half court.

This time he didn't zone out. Jason Silver came out from the low post to set a screen for him, then he passed the ball to Jason Silver.

"Giving the ball to a 2-meter center in that position?"

"Are you kidding? Did he get beaten stupid?"

Hyuga Junpei and others didn't understand.

They even called out to remind their teammates on court to watch their defensive assignments and be careful of Jason Silver's passing.

They were treating Jason Silver as a center with playmaking ability.

However.

Jason Silver had no intention of passing at all—they saw him start driving from beyond the three-point line.

Previously they had complained that Murasakibara, despite being a center, had guard-like offensive abilities.

Today, they truly witnessed what was unscientific!

Jason Silver grimaced as he performed flashy breakthroughs in ways that exceeded people's understanding.

A big center over 2 meters tall weighing over 100 kilograms was breaking through like a guard... no, more accurately, like Aomine.

Could you imagine what that looked like?

At least Murasakibara had never imagined it—he was completely beaten by Jason Silver in just a few moves.

Previously, people had always complained that his body type didn't match his athletic ability, but now he was thoroughly outplayed by the more skilled Jason Silver.

Despite his enormous defensive range, even returning to the paint to make a defensive play, he was still a step short and got posterized by Jason Silver.

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