Fang Yu's evasive maneuver was executed with breathtaking elegance, leaving even Zhang Chengyi stunned, unable to comprehend how the boy had moved so swiftly.
All he knew for certain was that he had lost the first round to this nobody.
At that moment, the faces of the onlookers, who had gathered merely for entertainment, twisted into grimaces of disbelief, as if they had just tasted bitter medicine.
The Lightning Flyer Zhang Chengyi had lost? And in such a swift, decisive fashion?
"It seems I underestimated you." Zhang Chengyi glowered at Fang Yu, his pride stung by the murmurs of surprise rippling through the crowd.
"Your turn to attack now." Fang Yu smiled calmly, bent to retrieve the basketball, and tossed it casually to Zhang Chengyi.
In the second round, Zhang Chengyi would attack, and Fang Yu would defend.
Yet when it came time to guard, Fang Yu did not mirror Zhang Chengyi's intense stance. Instead, he folded his arms across his chest and watched the man beyond the three-point line with an amused grin.
"You bastard! How dare you look down on me!" Zhang Chengyi's face darkened with rage. What was this? Insult? Contempt? Indifference?
He vowed to teach the boy a brutal lesson, using his signature move—the slam dunk, the skill in which he held unshakable confidence. Even the captain of the school team could not match his explosive vertical leap.
And so—
Zhang Chengyi dribbled, then burst forward in a flash, launching himself into the air, poised to finish at the rim.
At that exact moment, a playful smirk crossed Fang Yu's face. He leaped upward, and in the blink of an eye, he hung level with Zhang Chengyi.
"You lose this round too." Hanging midair beside Zhang Chengyi, Fang Yu swatted the ball away with one hand. A sharp thud echoed as the ball bounced away onto the court.
Chaos erupted.
Everyone present stared in stunned silence at the two figures landing back on the floor, their eyes wide with utter incredulity.
If the first point had been written off as luck, this second-round block was a display of pure, unadulterated skill.
A boy barely 1.7 meters tall had just shut down the signature move of a 1.9-meter giant. It was nothing short of astonishing.
"Wow, he's actually incredible." Lin Ruofei's face lit up with excitement from the crowd, gazing at Fang Yu as if he were already her boyfriend.
"Hey, it's just a basketball game. No need to act like a lovesick fool." Yan Ting nudged her arm, teasingly.
"I think he's pretty handsome too." Xiao Qin nodded earnestly in agreement.
"Hmph, you two are such groupies." Yan Ting pouted, yet a flicker of pride sparkled in her own eyes.
"Fang Yu, you really do hide your strength well. Let's see if you can stop me this time!" Zhang Chengyi had been thoroughly provoked. To be humiliated in front of so many spectators would strip him of his Lightning Flyer title for good. If he could not reclaim his honor, he would never live it down.
"Why don't you try and find out?" Fang Yu shrugged nonchalantly, then gestured toward the two tall boys standing nearby. "If you don't want to lose too badly, let them join in. Make it three against one."