"I'm in the Dragon Clan, what the heck is the Naruto Counterattack System?"

"What are you doing?"

The surrounding gasps were deafening. Zhang Shaojie glared at his teammates and snapped, "Didn't I tell you to stop them?"

Damn it, didn't you say you didn't need our help? You had to show off, didn't you? Now you're blaming us for conceding a goal?

The other four team members' faces darkened upon hearing this. Although they dared not refute Zhang Shaojie due to his long-standing tyranny, they had already cursed him to the core in their hearts.

At the same time, a player from the Linhai team was already standing on the baseline and passed the ball out of bounds to Zhang Shaojie, who had a dark expression on his face.

Zhang Shaojie received the ball and, facing the defender from Shilan team, suddenly lowered his center of gravity.

This was entirely a guard's dribbling habit; despite his height, he was exceptionally agile, shaking off the player before accelerating.

"You're not qualified to guard against me," he whispered as he brushed past me.

He dribbles past her with one step, then another, aiming for the free-throw line...

"And what about me?" came a voice with a smile.

Seeing Qi Xiuyuan blocking his way, Zhang Shaojie's face darkened instantly, and he cursed the inside player as useless.

The battle between the inside players begins before they even touch the ball.

Positioning, collisions, violent confrontations, the most primal form of slaughter...

The fact that Qi Xiuyuan suddenly appeared in front of him could only mean that his team had no interior players left.

"Damn, this pretty boy thinks he can guard against me?"

Faced with Qi Xiuyuan's obstruction, Zhang Shaojie cursed under his breath, and without making any swaying or changing direction, he turned around and tried to play a back-to-back one-on-one game.

He's planning to rely on his physical advantages to engage in physical confrontations.

Zhang Shaojie considered himself a technically skilled power forward, and rarely used such a simple and brutal offensive approach. But today, he had finally encountered someone easy to bully, and he had to have his fun.

In his eyes, Qi Xiuyuan was just a bean sprout; even if he used a triangle top to limit his power, a light bump would be enough to break through his defense...

Bang! !

"Whoa whoa!!"

Upon seeing two figures from completely different levels collide, the men and women in the audience immediately erupted in excited shouts and cheers.

Qi Xiuyuan's height and build made him look like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, completely overestimating his own strength.

But where no one could see, Zhang Shaojie, with his back to Qi Xiuyuan and the ball out of his shoulder, looked completely bewildered.

He felt as if he had run into a wall, his proud physical advantages failing to budge him in the slightest.

Even more terrifying, the wall began to exert its force, as if it were about to crush him.

"How is that possible?!"

Zhang Shaojie's face twitched violently, his shooting motion was completely distorted. Seeing that he could not break through Qi Xiuyuan, and that Shilan's point guard had arrived, he could only grit his teeth and pass the ball to another player.

However, just as he passed the ball, a blurry shadow appeared and instantly appeared in front of the player, intercepting the basketball with a single slap!

Bang!

The basketball slammed to the ground with a thud. The moment it hit the ground, Chu Zihang released the ball and darted forward again, rushing out of the backcourt three-point line.

"Holy crap? Where did you come from?"

The player who was dispossessed was completely dumbfounded, staring in disbelief at Chu Zihang's retreating figure.

Even he didn't expect Zhang Shaojie to give up on breaking through and inexplicably pass the ball to him, and Chu Zihang had already run up to him.

One believed the other could stop them, the other believed the other could steal the ball.

Do these two guys really trust each other that much?!

Seeing their teammate being suddenly dispossessed, the other two quickly stepped forward to stop him.

Seeing the person blocking his way at the three-point line and another person about to catch up behind him, Chu Zihang did not risk shooting or trying to back down the opponent.

Instead, at the instant he faced the opponent, he switched from dribbling with his left hand to his right, and his left foot also pushed off the ground instantly, seemingly trying to shake off the person in front of him.

The player reacted very quickly, his heart rate instantly spiked by the feint, and he turned to the right to raise his hand to steal the ball.

But the moment he reached out to block to the right, Chu Zihang pushed off with his right foot and shifted his weight to the left, the ball in his right hand passing between the legs of the player in front of him.

Bang! !

The player was completely faked out and stumbled. Chu Zihang seized the opportunity to rush out from the left and catch the ball that had passed between his legs.

From initially breaking through to the right, to feigning a change of direction to the left to mislead, it ultimately veered to the right.

The two feints were quick and sharp. To the audience, his movements were extremely abrupt, as sharp and swift as a razor. The player's flustered reaction, in particular, drew gasps from the crowd.

Three-point line, fadeaway jump, shoot.

Swish!

The sound of a basketball grazing the net rang out.

Instantly, cheers erupted from the entire stadium once again.

"A fadeaway jumper, swish, a long-range three-pointer!" the male commentator on the sidelines shouted. "Shilan's number 8 player has actually blocked Linhai's number 1 player!"

"The two players from Shilan team have created an unexpected chemistry! 28:32! Victory is smiling upon Shilan team just three minutes into the game!"

The five players from the youth sports school, their faces dark with shock, subconsciously looked up at the time on the big screen.

It felt like we'd been playing for ages, but only three minutes have passed?!

"Don't just stand there!" Zhang Shaojie, having received the ball, decisively waved his hand and shouted, "Pick and roll!"

Upon hearing this, the shooting guard and center, who had been suppressed to the point of depression, came back to their senses and came to cooperate and screen for Zhang Shaojie. The three, who were of higher overall skill level, broke through the two defenders of the Shilan team in an instant through the screen and set.

Chu Zihang was still in the backcourt and hadn't arrived yet. Zhang Shaojie, who had the ball, was overjoyed. Right in front of him was a straight path to the basket.

Without hesitation, he accelerated straight toward the basket. This time, facing Qi Xiuyuan who was chasing from the side, and seeing that he was deep enough, Zhang Shaojie stopped fighting against him and suddenly withdrew his strength, turning around and shooting a jump shot at close range.

With astonishing jumping power, Zhang Shaojie leaped into the air, gritting his teeth as if to vent all the anger in his heart. His adrenaline surged, and he pushed the ball out of his hand.

The shot feels great, this one will score!

It's like Jordan, Curry, and James have possessed him!

But the instant he had this thought, the instant he released the ball, a hand slowly rose from below his field of vision, positioned between the basketball and the rim...

Thud! Thud!

The terrifying thud of the basketball being slammed into the court ripped through the air, and the powerful shot slammed into Zhang Shaojie's face.

Blood gushed from his nose and arced through the air. His scream was drowned out by the screams of the audience.

"A block! An absolutely brilliant block! Unbelievable!"

The male commentator suddenly stood up, his face flushed, and roared, "Shilan's number 8 player caught up with Linhai's number 1 player from half-court and made a block from a height of at least 3 meters!"

"Player number 8 has sealed the victory!"

The moment the ball hit the ground, Chu Zihang, who was already prepared, leaped up and grabbed the defensive rebound with one hand, breaking through the opponent's defense with unstoppable momentum and scoring another goal.

Their own side stared wide-eyed in disbelief, their morale soaring almost simultaneously, while the enemy side was directly stunned by the ball, their already low morale plummeting even further.

"Brother Jie, are you alright?"

A player walked up to Zhang Shaojie, who was hanging his head, and cautiously reached out his hand as if to say something with concern.

Snapped!

Without holding back, a palm struck his hand. Zhang Shaojie abruptly raised his bloodied face, veins bulging, his expression ferocious and furious as he roared, "Get out!"

The image of that fleeting face—the one that leaped high into the air, reached out its hand, and looked down at him—flashed through his mind.

Calm yet disdainful.

Shame, disgrace, anger...

A flood of negative emotions overwhelmed him, almost completely overwhelming his reason.

The sunlight refracted and dazzled his eyes, giving them a faint golden hue. His originally round pupils seemed to shrink, almost turning into vertical pupils like those of a snake.

In his eyes, the stadium in front of him seemed to be on fire, and flames climbed up his body, licking him joyfully, making his body burn. The cheers around him turned into a sharp, piercing buzzing sound, growing louder and louder.

At this moment, in the audience, Xia Mi's pupils reflected Zhang Shaojie's face, and a golden light, more dazzling than the sunlight, shone from beneath her eyes.

Words of Power: The King's Chosen Attendant.

Almost at the same moment he saw the basketball pass to Qi Xiuyuan, Zhang Shaojie felt as if a string in his mind had been forcefully pulled.

Snapped.