The Lion of Okukozo had finally bared his sharp fangs.
This was the thought in the minds of fans from all over the country at this mont.
He either didn't score, or he couldn't be stopped.
First Akashi, then Aomine.
Teiko's Leader and Ace were both defeated by his hands.
"Kuroko, you're up!"
Seeing the situation, the old coach turned his fierce gaze toward Kuroko Tetsuya on the bench.
He wanted to strike while Teiko was down, to snatch the life from them and reverse the point difference in one breath.
"Yes!"
Kuroko had been waiting for this. Hearing the coach's call, he stood up imdiately.
But before that, there was still an offensive possession to answer.
Aomine held the ball, charging into Yuuto's Death Clasp.
Without any hesitation, he stepped inside the three-point line, intruding into Yuuto's "domain."
Yuuto lunged to defend imdiately.
Teiko's Ace didn't care what Akashi was going through.
The mont he accelerated to the right, he suddenly lowered his center of gravity, pulling the ball to his left wing with his left hand. The ball stuck to the back of his hand as if magnetized.
Streetball seed to be engraved in Aomine's DNA.
Considering he was only 15 and played power forward, this kind of ball-handling ability was simply incredible.
The five mbers of the Generation of Miracles never lacked athletic talent.
But even so, among the five, Aomine's athletic ability ranked in the top two.
However.
Even though Aomine had been recovering his condition for half a month beforehand...
Even though he ran outside the arena during halfti to play and keep his body warm...
The current Yuuto was the closest player to perfection on the court.
He attacked like a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Aomine used every trick in the book attempting to shake off his entanglent.
Crossovers linking into behind-the-back dribbles, occasionally throwing in a fake stumble to deceive the defender.
A pair of Jordan basketball shoes screeched piercingly against the floor.
Aomine's style was so flashy it was hard not to be captivated.
And Yuuto?
He used only the most concise movents, pursuing high-efficiency basketball.
His speed was no longer inferior to Aomine's, and his defense covered the T-zone.
Furthermore, he had completed weakness corrections countless tis before this, boosted by the highest-tier stats.
Right now.
He was like the nesis of the Generation of Miracles; his entire skillset existed to deal with them.
Slap!
Aomine slamd the ball down on the spot, his body leaning away from the ball, looking like he had fumbled the handle.
Yuuto reached out reflexively to grab the ball.
Then...
In the next second, Aomine scooped the ball back with even greater speed, passing him in one motion.
Only.
At this ti, Midorima shouted a reminder from the other side.
"Aomine!"
What is it?
Aomine turned his head and found that Yuuto, who had reached for the ball, was now dissipating into the air like foam. Replacing him was Yuuto firmly blocking his path.
Aomine's expression froze.
In his pupils, Yuuto's arm expanded rapidly, looking like it would stab into his eye socket.
With a SMACK, palm t basketball with a crisp sound.
Aomine instantly felt the ball leave his control, and he was powerless to stop it.
How can this be?
I was taken down so easily?
"Yuuto! Another steal! He predicted Aomine Daiki's breakthrough!"
"Even Teiko's Ace cannot gain any advantage in a one-on-one with Yuuto!"
"The strongest player is in Okukozo!"
The local comntator from Tochigi hadn't sat down since standing up earlier.
Was this Yuuto's victory?
No!
This was also a victory for the people of Tochigi, a counterattack from the countryside.
It proved that they possessed qualities not inferior to any region.
The Teiko players looked as if they had seen a ghost.
The successive failures of Akashi and Aomine dealt them a heavy blow.
Akashi and Aomine could lose?
Such a thing had never crossed their minds before.
Under their gaze, Yuuto swept across the court like a hurricane, pushing the ball forward himself.
By the ti he reached the three-point line, Murasakibara's figure had already rushed back to defend.
Despite being a center, he had extre athletic ability that even periter players envied.
Everyone thought Yuuto would turn into a golden blur to destroy Murasakibara's defense and score.
Instead, Yuuto gathered the ball as he crossed the three-point line, took two massive strides, and took off from the free-throw line, soaring with the intent to burn the heavens, crashing fearlessly toward Teiko's defensive core.
"There's a limit to looking down on people!!!" Murasakibara was furious.
No one had ever dared to challenge him head-on like this.
This was disrespect.
He jumped almost simultaneously, blotting out the sun with his massive fra to shroud Yuuto.
Yuuto looked like he was trying to shake a mountain.
But this man was no ordinary mortal.
Just as everyone subconsciously felt Yuuto had gotten ahead of himself and was done for...
The crimson in Yuuto's black eyes intensified.
He stared at the rim, aiming for the gap between Murasakibara's raised hands.
Then, he smashed the ball in his hand outward with imnse force.
KA-BOOM!
As if the net were truly being pierced, the basketball left Yuuto's right hand and plumted like a high-speed teor.
Countless failures, years of hard training, a burning desire to win.
All of it condensed into this teor Jam, powerful enough to shatter Murasakibara's absolute defense.
Murasakibara's expression changed too.
It beca dull, incredulous.
The Yuuto before him was even more overwhelming than Akashi had been that day.
After completing the dunk, Yuuto's body carried its montum forward into a collision. Murasakibara, seemingly drained of strength, fell back onto his butt on the floor from the impact.
"Daijoubu? Purple-haired big boy."
Words of concern were spoken with an icy tone, making Murasakibara grit his teeth.
2 point difference!
Yuuto had cut the lead to just 2 points in one breath.
He had completely taken over the ga!
The courtside reporters and the crowd were dumbfounded.
Yuuto had actually overturned the Generation of Miracles.
Aomine continued to attack with the ball.
He seed out of place with the rest of Teiko, a smile on his face.
"This tension, this pressure, this ga..."
The fire in Aomine's heart was ignited.
He drove straight into the paint against Yuuto's Death Clasp, then was squeezed out of bounds by Yuuto.
Then.
Just as he was about to be forced into a turnover, Aomine leaped from out of bounds, throwing the ball into the hoop from behind the backboard.
"Basketball is only fun when played like this! Co on again, Yuuto!" Aomine felt every cell in his body co alive.
Yuuto looked cold, staring down at the fanatical Aomine from above.
"There is no next ti, Aomine."
[Weakness]
[Correction]
Yes.
There was no next ti. He had perceived the weakness and completed the correction. His defense was now airtight.
Aomine could no longer score on him using the sa thod.
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