The schedule of the national competition has reached the second round of the second round, and the stands around the stadium have not decreased, on the contrary, the stands that originally had some empty seats are already full at this time.

The later the national tournament progresses, the more intense and exciting it becomes, and today, there are many fans who are not local to Tokyo who come all the way to watch the game.

The people of Yanshui Middle School didn't have too much communication with the players of Wushi, and after packing up, the players of Yanshui went to the stands under the leadership of the coach.

In this match between the two teams of Wushi Middle School and Castle Peak High School, the final winner will face them Yanshui Middle School tomorrow. As a member of Iwazu's team, this is a good opportunity to observe the strength of the opponent.

There are no underdogs who can make it to the third round, and even if they are seeded and fourth in the country the previous year, they will pay more attention to today's winners.

The change of clothes at Wushi Middle School was very fast, and several starters put on their uniforms early and walked into the court to start warming up. Not long after the players from Mushi Middle School entered, the players from Aoyama High School also entered.

"It's okay, it's okay, there are no strange players in this team of Aoyama High School."

In the middle of the court, Chiba Oishi, who had just completed the layup, returned to the end of the row, looked at the Aoyama players who were warming up on the other side of the court, patted his chest, and said with a smile.

Yesterday's game left a big shadow in his heart, and the tough Shinomiya Field left a deep impression on his heart. In the first game of the national competition, he met such an opponent, and Chiba Oishi's attitude towards the national competition was not as full of fighting spirit as before.

His attitude towards the game can even be said to have some fear.

"Haven't fought before, who knows?"

"Although the coach said that the other party is not a threat to us, the team that can pass the first round always has some strength, so don't take it lightly."

Mitsui Shou was standing in front of Chiba Oishi, and when he heard the words of Chiba Oishi behind him, Mitsui Shou also turned around and looked at the opposite court.

At first glance, none of the players in the Aoyama High School were particularly tall, and the height of the opposing team was relatively average, basically around 180cm. Looking at the momentum of the players, in fact, it is not uncommon.

In the face of such an opponent, Mitsui Shouke is full of confidence in himself.

In the same way, Jinguji Takemichi is also full of confidence in this game, quite simply, because he has just asked for the list of players from the coach from the coach when he is in the stands.

In the list, Jinguji Martial Arts did not find those famous masters in the original book. Unless the game of basketball is really talented, there is no way to achieve it quickly, and generally speaking, players who can grow into masters in high school will not be unknown in middle school.

And the world of SD is so big, those few are masters, which ones are not, and the martial arts are still relatively clear.

Aoyama High School, apparently there are no notable players.

The warm-up time passed quickly, and after the referee blew the whistle for the end of the warm-up, the players of both teams returned to their respective lounges.

The tactical arrangements for this game have already been made, so after the whistle, several of Takeshi's starters sat on the stools and waited for the game to start.

Not long after, the referee walked to the center circle with the basketball and blew the whistle.

Under the instructions of the referee, players from both teams settle in the center circle and prepare to jump the ball.

The team uniform worn by Wushi Middle School in this game is a black team uniform, while the side of Aoyama High School is wearing a green team uniform. Wu Dao stood on the center circle line of his side of the half, crouching down slightly and preparing to compete for the basketball.

He was defended by a player wearing a green No. 14 jersey, half a head younger than Budo, with his hands on his knees and his eyes on the basketball.

"Beep!"

After all the players were in place, the referee blew the whistle and threw the ball high into the air.

Wu Dao bent his knees slightly, staring intently at the basketball that was thrown into the air, his muscles tensed, and he watched intently.

"Smack!" After a soft sound, Masao Fujii, who was jumping the ball, took the lead in shooting the basketball, and the red basketball flew directly towards the martial arts.

Wu Dao saw the basketball flying, his expression was overjoyed, and he was just about to step forward to get the ball, when the player from the Qingshan High School standing beside him suddenly straightened his waist, quickly raised his left hand, and chiseled an elbow into Wu Dao's chest. At the same time as the elbow, the side of the opponent's body directly covered the body of Wu Dao, and the falling basketball was blocked and passed to a teammate not far away.

Jinguji Martial Arts wanted to step forward to get the ball, but he was suddenly hit hard, and he couldn't help but breathe, and he held his breath in his chest, and took a few steps back before stabilizing his body.

"Elbow .... Elbow me?! ”

"Grass!!"

The strange feeling from his chest made Wu Dao couldn't help but scold angrily, although it was not very painful because of the relationship between the golden bell hood and the iron cloth shirt, but the suffocating feeling of holding a breath in his chest made Wu Dao very uncomfortable.

"Referee! This guy has a foul! Wu Dao, who had recovered from his recovery, shouted directly at the referee, but the referee who had just executed the serve looked at Wu Dao blankly, not knowing what was going on.

"That 14, that 14th elbow!" Wu Dao walked in front of the referee and gestured. Seeing this, the referee looked suspiciously at the linesmen on the other side of the pitch. However, the two linesmen obviously didn't see anything, and both shook their heads at him.

The referee, who got the message from his colleague, turned his head and shook his head towards Takemichi.

Seeing him like this, Wu Dao knew that the opponent's elbow action was not seen by these referees.

Just as Wu Dao and the referee were communicating at this moment, the side of Qingshan High School had already launched a fast attack, and the referee did not blow the whistle, of course the game would not stop.

On the side of Wu Shi, because of the lack of martial arts, there was a huge gap, and in the end, the side of Aoyama High School threw from the empty No. 14 and took the lead in scoring points in less than ten seconds after the game began.

"Well done!"

"Beautiful shot!"

Several players from Aoyama High School high-fived each other in celebration and trotted back towards their own half. When the 14th passed through the martial arts, he smiled at the martial arts, and the mockery in that smile could be felt by the martial arts even if there was a distance.

“.......”

"Mother Trey!"

Seeing the other party's appearance, Wu Dao didn't know what the other party was thinking, after rubbing his chest, he scolded in a low voice, and then quickly ran towards the backcourt.

"Little San, give the ball!" Such a dumb loss, Wu Dao will not swallow it like this.

A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, this is the style of martial arts. Since the other party is playing, then the martial arts will not be polite, at this time the martial arts have been provoked by the other party, and decided to give the other party some colors to see.

"Playing with Lao Tzu with this kind of thing, playing with a big knife in front of Guan Gong!"

Although Mitsui Shou didn't know what was going on, seeing Takemichi's angry look, he didn't think much about it, and directly gave the ball to Takemi's hand.

After receiving the ball, Wu Dao whispered, and quickly advanced towards the front court with the ball, his goal was also very clear, and he rushed directly to the fourteenth with the ball.

No. 14 of Aoyama High School obviously didn't take martial arts to heart, and when he saw Martial Dao's angry appearance, he grinned and posted directly towards Martial Dao.

Seeing the opponent step forward, Wu Dao accelerated towards the three-point line, and when the opponent arrived in front of him, Wu Dao was still about a meter away from the three-point line.

However, in this position, Wu Dao didn't want to think about it, so he jumped directly and shot the basketball. The fourteenth raised his hands high to make defensive movements, turned his head to look at the basketball that flew out, but his body took a few steps forward, looking like he wanted to step on his feet.

However, at this moment, Wu Dao, who got up and jumped to shoot, was already prepared, and at the same time as the jump shot, his body also had a slight inclination, and Wu Dao's foot was a strange and unobtrusive kick forward, and he kicked directly in the lower abdomen of the defender.

"Bang!"

"Bell~"

Two distinct sounds emanated from the court, one was the sound of a basketball smashing the basket and the other was the sound of a body hitting the floor.

The basketball thrown by Wu Dao collapsed into the basket, and the rebound was accepted by the center of Aoyama High School, but at the same time, the No. 14 player who defended Wu Dao fell to the ground, covering his lower abdomen with both hands, and was unable to stand up immediately.

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