The words had barely left his mouth when Ryonan’s team doctor immediately pressed on his shoulder, his tone serious: “Don’t move! We can’t determine the condition of your ligaments and bones yet, so getting up rashly might worsen the injury.”
As he spoke, he quickly checked the swelling in Gu Jin’s left leg. When his fingertips lightly touched both sides of the knee, Gu Jin let out a muffled groan of pain, his knuckles instantly clenching the floor.
“Get him on a stretcher first, then go to the hospital for X-rays,” the team doctor called out to the Ryonan players nearby, “Who’s going to push the stretcher over? Be gentle!”
Taoka Moichi, pacing anxiously nearby, heard the team doctor’s words and immediately yelled towards the bench: “Quick! Get the stretcher over here! What are you all standing around for!”
Two substitute players hurriedly pushed the stretcher over. The team doctor carefully adjusted Gu Jin’s posture and gestured to everyone: “When you lift him, pay attention to his left leg. Keep it level, and absolutely do not let any weight bear on his knee.”
Sendoh knelt beside him, reaching out to help, but was stopped by the team doctor: “Let the professionals do it. You just need to keep him from shaking.” He could only retract his hand, staring intently at Gu Jin’s pale profile, his Adam’s apple bobbing: “Just bear with it. We’ll know the situation after the hospital examination.”
Uozumi stood on the other side, his tall figure deliberately blocking some of the spectators’ view, as if building a barrier for Gu Jin, and said in a low voice: “Don’t worry, it’ll definitely be fine.”
Gu Jin clenched his teeth and said nothing. As he was carefully lifted onto the stretcher, a slight jolt to his left leg sent a piercing pain through him, and his vision momentarily went black.
He closed his eyes and recovered for a few seconds. When he opened them again, his gaze fell directly on Kise, who was being carried towards the players’ tunnel—the opponent was still motionless, and as the stretcher passed, he could still see the splint temporarily fixed to his neck by the team doctor.
“Useless!” Aino Mikuriko cursed again in her heart.
She couldn’t even be bothered to glance at Kise again; that pathetic sight only made her feel annoyed—he couldn’t even collide properly, and instead managed to get himself into such a mess.
But when her gaze fell on Gu Jin’s figure being carried onto the stretcher, her heart inexplicably clenched. That fleeting abnormality vanished in an instant, and the next second, a twisted smile appeared on her face, as if mocking something.
In a corner of the stands, several figures could hardly conceal their excitement.
It was the Hainan Team.
“Gu Jin is injured too?” Kosha Kazuma lowered his voice, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, “A fracture would be best. Without him in the finals, Ryonan would be much easier to deal with.”
“Kosha? Isn’t that a bad way to think?” Kiyota Nobunaga frowned in rebuttal, “If we’re going to win, we should do it honorably, head-on…”
“Kiyota.” Maki Shinichi interrupted him coldly, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority, “As a player for the victorious Hainan, you don’t need to say such naive things again in the future.”
As his words fell, the surrounding air seemed to grow heavy.
Several gazes from nearby turned towards them, carrying undisguised disdain. Even some players from other schools watching the game couldn’t help but frown, their eyes showing undisguised disgust when they looked at them.
Is this the King, Hainan?
As the stretcher was carried off the court, Gu Jin turned his head to look at the court. Sakuragi Hanamichi was like an enraged lion, roaring at Joko High School’s half-court: “You scumbags! How dare you injure Gu Jin? This genius will dunk the hoop to pieces for you today!” Before he finished speaking, he used his momentum to complete a powerful dunk, making the backboard hum.
But the game was still paused, and his action almost earned him a technical foul!
Gu Jin smiled: “Sakuragi is really amazing now. His growth rate is too fast. Currently, there are very few people in Kanagawa who can stop him.” Thinking of this, he slowly closed his eyes.
Fukuda and Aida Hikoichi followed beside the stretcher, chatting with Gu Jin all the way, as if deliberately distracting him.
Gu Jin listened, and a faint smile slowly curved his lips—he truly felt his teammates’ concern.
“Don’t worry,” he said hoarsely, his voice trembling slightly from the pain, “I feel like I don’t have any major problems.”
On the sidelines, Taoka Moichi glared fiercely at Joko High School’s bench, a vein throbbing violently on his forehead, his voice extremely low but laced with ice: “From now on, no need to be polite. Go, crush them for me!” He paused, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the Ryonan players on the court, his tone suddenly turning ruthless, “If anyone dares to pull any more dirty tricks, I’ll take him out directly! I’ll take responsibility for any consequences!”
As his words fell, the Ryonan Team’s aura instantly changed.
It was as if a sleeping beast had been fully awakened, every advance carrying the oppressive force of a landslide.
As soon as the ball reached Sendoh’s hands, he performed almost no fakes, an acceleration tearing through Joko High School’s defense. A dull thud echoed as bodies collided, and the defender stumbled backward, watching helplessly as he scored a layup.
This was just the beginning.
In the next few minutes, Ryonan’s offense was like a bursting dam, unstoppable.
When Ikegami drove with the ball, his shoulder dipped slightly, carrying an unstoppable momentum. Joko High School’s guard only dared to make a perfunctory reach before retracting his hand as if electrocuted—the image of Kise and Gu Jin colliding was still fresh in his mind, and he had no doubt that if he dared to block, he would be sent flying off the court the next second.
Uozumi Jun was even more like an enraged Chicago Bulls.
Every time he received a pass in the paint, he would first lower his shoulder to push off the defender, then leap up, slamming the basketball into the hoop with force, making the backboard hum.
Upon landing, he would always let out a deafening roar, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes full of ferocity, scaring the opposing center into retreating repeatedly, not even daring to get close to box out.
The timer on the sidelines kept ticking, and the score gap widened. The Joko High School players’ faces gradually lost color, their running steps became heavier, and the fear in their eyes overshadowed their will to fight when they looked at the Ryonan players.
Several times, Ryonan players drove into the restricted area with the ball, and even though they were in defensive positions, they instinctively dodged the moment the opponent approached—that feeling of being locked on by absolute power and fierce momentum was more terrifying than taking a hit.
As for Sendoh Akira, ever since Gu Jin was carried off the court, the usual lazy smile had not reappeared on his face.
His eyes remained cold, like a frozen lake, without a ripple, yet exuding bone-chilling coldness.
Every pass was terrifyingly precise, every run carried calculation, and even after scoring, he would only glance indifferently at the scoreboard before turning to play defense, the low pressure around him making his teammates hesitant to speak to him.
He didn’t need to roar, nor did he need to deliberately display ferocity, but as long as he stood on the court, that silent oppressive force was like a net, tightly covering the entire court.
Taoka Moichi stood on the sidelines, his clenched fists finally relaxing slightly.
He looked at his players, who were like wild horses on the court, then glanced towards the outside of the gymnasium, a complex look flashing in his eyes—this was a fierce spirit, a fierce spirit forced out of them.
If Gu Jin was truly seriously injured, he might lose his composure.
Ultimately, Ryonan ended the game with a score of 118:22.
Thunderous applause erupted from the stands, “Ryonan, the Beast!!!”
Such a tough offense was simply a visual feast.
After the game, the Ryonan Team did not feel much joy in their victory. Led by Taoka Moichi, they rushed to the hospital immediately.