Shooting second only to Midorima, strength second only to Murasakibara, speed comparable to Aomine.
When all this is concentrated in one person, it is enough to prove that this is Rakuzan's biggest competitor in the Nationals.
Both personalities of Akashi had very solemn expressions at this moment.
Little did they know.
In this match, Yuuto still held back.
As for Aomine.
After being scored on by Yuuto, he followed his instinct to return one.
Being hit without hitting back wasn't his style.
Continuing the super-high-speed one-on-one between the two, a simple probe, and Aomine exploded for a breakthrough.
But wanting to tear open Yuuto's defense easily.
Difficult!
Fwoosh~
White steam continued to erupt. With Yuuto's intense movement, it made the duel between the two hazy, adding a sense of mystery.
"Damn it, couldn't see their movements clearly to begin with, now there's that steam!" Fans stretched their necks, feeling like a cat scratching at their hearts.
Then. After consuming more than ten seconds of offensive time, a cyan lightning bolt streaked out from the steam.
"Little Aomine got past!"
"Not yet!"
Akashi opened his Emperor Eye, also seeing a snow-white figure killing his way out right after.
His jersey was white, the steam erupting from his body was white, and even his hair turned snow-white due to Demon Mode.
But this figure brought endless killing intent and oppression to Tōō.
Aomine didn't have eyes like Yuuto's, but his instincts and concentration reached their peak at this moment; he knew the environment behind him without looking.
He accelerated and crashed into the Seiho paint. Iwamura dared not act rashly, establishing position a step early according to his judgment.
"At least create a little time for Yuuto, even just a second is fine." The Seiho captain didn't ask for much.
But Aomine didn't intend to give him even this one second, attempting to use Iwamura as an obstacle to stop the pursuit from behind.
He streaked past Iwamura's side like lightning.
"Damn it!" Iwamura realized immediately that he thought too much. "Such a monster isn't something I can contend with!"
At this moment, his brain was thinking about how to move so as not to interfere with Yuuto.
However.
The Left Eye of God had already seen through everything. Aomine was hard to predict, but that didn't mean others were.
Before his teammate moved, Yuuto had already made a choice.
Crossing from Iwamura's other side with a huge stride, he chased Aomine all the way to the baseline.
Both leaped out of bounds almost simultaneously.
However.
Before that, Aomine had already thrown the ball into the hoop from behind the backboard.
An unreasonable way of scoring, causing a riot in the Tōō fan stands.
Goal!
Aomine could still score.
"Offensive time consumed was about the same as before. Even entering the Zone, there isn't much difference from before."
"How can there be no difference?" Midorima held a roll of clear tape and said, "Both having activated 100% of their potential, the actions they can complete in one second now might be double or even more than before."
Kise turned his head and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Meaning Aomine's stamina consumption will increase with every attack; he won't last until the end of the game." Akashi added, "But Yuuto's match rhythm hasn't been disordered; he has always been in his most perfect rhythm."
"What will happen?"
"Aomine will be unable to hold on sooner."
In other words, Little Aomine will lose?
Kise's heart trembled.
This genius who indirectly connected him with basketball and led him to contact the sport was the opponent and idol he wanted to defeat the most.
In the past, he couldn't even imagine the scene of Aomine losing.
Back on the other end.
Yuuto moved at high speed, impacting Tōō's defense.
White steam erupted from his body, like a demon walking out of purgatory.
Bang bang bang~
He dribbled with five fingers, Lightning Dribble power fully on. At the same time, the ball sense granted by the Tezuka Zone made the basketball seem like his arm, manipulated by him at will.
In a trance.
Aomine seemed to see Yuuto killing towards his left and right sides simultaneously.
"Haizaki's move?"
"To actually reach this extent!"
He knew this wasn't real.
It was just that the opponent in front of him was too fast, and simultaneously used some detailed small movements to deceive his visual system, influencing his brain's judgment.
"Split into two?!"
"So amazing!"
Someone couldn't help but scream. The arena was very noisy and chaotic.
On the other side.
Far away from Tokyo, Haizaki, who had graduated from Hozumi Academy and gone to Fukuda Sogo, was hugging a girl in a cold drink shop, watching the live broadcast on TV.
He had originally put down basketball.
After completing his revenge, Haizaki had no regrets in his heart. But seeing his old teammates playing, his legs stopped moving.
"You really pulled it off, Yuuto..."
Phantom Step (Dream-like Bubble) was his signature, a technique derived from Pillage.
But now it was taken a step further by Yuuto, exploding with amazing destructive power.
It could be called Double Phantom!
But it made sense. The birth of Phantom Step was inseparable from Yuuto; he was the one who let him find the direction forward.
"Is Shogo-kun also interested in basketball? Seiho and Tōō, are those the famous Lion of Okushirazome and Generation of Miracles?"
The dressed-up high school girl beside him followed his gaze.
Seeing a player wearing number 10, erupting with steam all over, with snow-white hair.
For the first time, she knew basketball could be played so magically.
"Not at all... only a little bit." Haizaki thought he could naturally say "not interested," but the words became "only a little bit" when they reached his lips.
Prepared to leave, he simply sat down again and ordered another drink.
These things happened simultaneously.
On the court.
Yuuto split into two and quickly swept past Aomine's sides.
"Aomine!" Harasawa couldn't help but shout.
He wanted to remind him it wasn't real, but the time Yuuto gave him wasn't enough for him to react.
And Aomine.
Entering the Zone state, he had filtered out external interference.
He acted on his body's instincts.
Suddenly.
Under everyone's gaze, he closed his eyes. Not letting his eyes look, so the brain wouldn't receive the information provided by the eyes.
Then he followed his body's feeling, sensing with his skin.
"Right side!"
Yuuto's breakthrough speed was too fast, like a hurricane. The airflow brought by the breakthrough told the opponent the direction.
"Pervert!" Someone on Seiho's bench exclaimed.
They were all stunned. Tōō's Ace closed his eyes and chased.
But they didn't know.
Precisely because he closed his eyes, Aomine could make the correct judgment.
Aomine chased up, but Yuuto had already taken off.
No flashy scoring performance.
He used the simplest method, using stronger body confrontation to force his way against Aomine, then banked in a 2-pointer.
Everything was like his basketball style: pragmatic to the extreme, only wanting the result of the ball going into the basket.
Swish!
Ball in. Time used was only 7 seconds. Yuuto's scoring was becoming simpler.
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