Shohoku's bench.
"Super high-speed dribbling," Kara Smith explained to everyone with a focused look. "This is also Jack's original style of play, and it is also one of his abilities."
Super high-speed dribbling?
What was Jack Carter's original playing style?
One of his abilities?
Everyone in Shohoku had a bewildered look on their faces, their eyes full of confusion, as if the familiar game of basketball had suddenly become unfamiliar to them.
Ayako couldn't help but speak first and asked curiously: "Kara, you said this is Jack Carter's original playing style? What does this mean?"
The other people around also quieted down and looked at her expectantly, waiting for Kara Smith's answer.
Kara Smith sorted out her thoughts for a while and said slowly, "Because Jack has been playing basketball on the basketball court since he was a child. That kind of environment has enabled him to develop a playing style that is completely different from orthodox basketball."
Hanamichi Sakuragi, who was still pestering the coach, also quieted down, widened his eyes, and wanted to hear what Kara Smith continued to say with great interest.
Kara Smith went on to explain: "Jack's style is not bound by any rules or forms; it is completely free-flowing. On the court, he is like a free dancer. Any movement can become his way of dribbling, and any moment can be the moment for him to shoot, just like the seemingly random shot by Jack before. Super-high-speed dribbling, coupled with his unfixed shooting, this is Jack's true style of play."
As soon as she finished speaking, the entire Shohoku bench fell into silence.
The corners of Kiminobu Kogure and the others' mouths twitched uncontrollably, and their eyelids twitched constantly.
Following Kara Smith's description, they imagined in their minds the scene of Jack Carter using super-high-speed dribbling and Formless Shot at the same time.
Hiss...
After a moment, everyone couldn't help but gasp. What a shocking and exaggerated scene it must have been!
Thinking back to Jack Carter's amazing dribbling on the court just now, everyone was shocked.
Oh shit.
I'm so p****d.
Everyone thought about it secretly in their hearts. Just imagining it made them feel a chill on their backs and a sense of fear surged in their hearts.
Fortunately, however, such a strong player is a member of their Shohoku.
Coach Anzai also listened quietly to Kara Smith's story. The eyes behind his lenses became deeper and wiser.
The dribbling skills that Jack Carter just demonstrated really shocked him. He had never seen such a dribbling method before and had to admit that he still underestimated Jack Carter's talent.
I didn't expect this young man to be so extraordinary.
At that time, street basketball had not yet become popular, so it is easy to imagine how amazing and shocking the super-high-speed dribbling displayed by Jack Carter was.
On the court, Tsukubu's players seemed to be cast under a spell, standing still, their eyes dull and numb, staring straight at Jack Carter.
A silly smile appeared on their faces involuntarily.
Hehehehe…
The laughter was hollow and weak, as if it was self-hypnosis.
I must have been dazzled just now.
It's an illusion, it must be an illusion.
Am I dreaming? Yes, I must be dreaming!
They comforted themselves over and over again in their hearts, trying to convince themselves that what they had just seen was not real.
Koichiro Nango, who was lying on the ground, had already forgotten the pain in his body. His eyes were wide open, and he stared blankly at the tall figure under his own basket, a deep fear rising in his heart.
Devil, I saw the devil.
His heart was screaming, and his self-confidence began to shake and gradually crumble at this moment.
And everyone in Shohoku also looked at Jack Carter in disbelief, their eyes filled with lingering shock.
They knew that Jack Carter was very strong, but they never expected that he would be so unreasonably strong.
What a joke.
Can basketball be played like this?
They exclaimed in their hearts, with disbelief written all over their faces.
Takenori Akagi frowned and thought to himself, "What kind of person is this in the basketball club?"
Hisashi Mitsui opened his mouth slightly and muttered to himself: "What on earth is that?"
Ryota Miyagi's eyes widened, his face full of astonishment: "What did I just see?"
Kaede Rukawa's eyes flashed with hesitation, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "After returning, should I challenge him in a one-on-one fight...?"
Time passed by every second.
In the subsequent games, Jack Carter fully demonstrated his terrifying strength, allowing everyone to see what a truly undefended scoring champion is.
Although he has not yet performed ultra-high-speed dribbling with a larger range of movements, nor used those extremely difficult Formless Shots, his current performance alone has left the audience and players stunned and dumbfounded, and even gave rise to fear in their hearts.
That's right, it's fear, a kind of awe and fear that arises involuntarily when faced with absolute strength.
Bang...
Bang...
Bang...
Under Tsukubu's basket, the sound of the basketball hitting the ground continued to ring out.
Jack Carter and Koichiro Nango met again on a narrow road.
Jack Carter didn't hesitate at all and jumped high with the ball.
In mid-air, he held the ball with one hand, as if he was going to dunk.
Upon seeing this, Koichiro Nango thought Jack Carter was going to dunk, so he jumped up immediately and stretched out his hands to block it.
At this critical moment, Jack Carter raised a strange smile at the corner of his mouth, and with a slight shake of his wrist, the basketball drew a strange arc and flew past Koichiro Nango's palm at a peculiar angle.
Koichiro Nango reacted hastily, but was a step too slow, and his whole hand slapped heavily on Jack Carter's arm.
Beep...
At the same time, the referee's sharp whistle sounded.
Swish...
The basketball went into the net steadily.
Then, the referee's voice came clearly. "Tsukubu No. 15, foul, the ball counts, one penalty kick."
"Damn it!" Koichiro Nango's face was full of regret and his heart was filled with resentment.
Jack Carter stood calmly at the free throw line, took his shot and shot the ball in one smooth motion.
With a "swish" sound, the basketball easily went into the net and the free throw went in steadily.
Similar scenes continued to unfold in the following games.
Jack Carter and Koichiro Nango faced off again, still under Tsukubu's basket.
Jack Carter leaped into the air before the free throw line.
"Ah..." Koichiro Nango shouted and jumped up to stop it.
Jack Carter held the ball with both hands, moving from right to left and from top to bottom, drawing a circle, cleverly avoiding the palm of Koichiro Nango and successfully throwing the ball out.
Koichiro Nango sensed something was wrong and hurriedly changed his movements to stop it. In his panic, his elbow accidentally touched Jack Carter's arm.
Beep...
The referee's sharp whistle sounded again.
Swish...
The basketball fell into the basket as expected.
At the same time, the referee's voice came again. "Tsukubu No. 15, defensive foul, the ball counts, one penalty kick."
Koichiro Nango widened his eyes, his eyes full of reluctance and despair, and looked at the referee in disbelief.
"Why? Why is this happening?" he shouted angrily in his heart.
However, people can never predict what their end will be.
Jack Carter dribbled the ball again, like a red lightning, rushing towards Tsukubu's basket.
Koichiro Nango was chasing him desperately from behind.
"It's almost there, it's almost there, I'll catch up soon." He muttered to himself.
Finally, at the moment Jack Carter jumped, Koichiro Nango rushed into the blocking range.
He used all his strength and jumped up.
He deliberately glanced at the distance between the two of them, secretly delighted. "No foul this time."
He breathed a sigh of relief and thought, "You're not going to score this time."
Snort...
Jack Carter snorted, hooked his wrist, and threw the basketball directly towards the backboard.
The basketball hit the backboard and bounced back quickly, coincidentally colliding with Koichiro Nango's palm.
The basketball bounced out again with the elastic force of hitting Koichiro Nango's palm and fell right into the basket.
Swish...
The basketball goes into the net.
The sound of the basketball hitting the net was crisp and pleasant, but it sounded like thunder to Koichiro Nango's ears.
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