Midorima's string of three-pointers completely ignited the passion of Shūtoku's supporters in the south stands.
They shouted, roared, cheered, their voices hoarse as they gave everything to support their team.
The point gap between the two sides had been closed to single digits.
This was the power of the three-point shot — even though Kirisaki Daiichi was continuously scoring, Shūtoku was chasing relentlessly, refusing to fall behind.
This was also why Midorima was so obsessed with three-point shooting.
He firmly believed that three-pointers were the strongest weapon to win a game — without exception.
In the first quarter, he had scored zero across the board.
But now, with just over half of the second quarter gone, he had unknowingly racked up 18 points.
If he kept shooting at this pace, achieving a performance like Klay Thompson's historic 37-point quarter wasn't impossible.
Tendou said nothing.
He responded with action.
Next possession.
Facing the double-team from Shūtoku's rookie duo again, he appeared ready to drive and kick.
But this time, he didn't pass.
Instead, he suddenly retreated beyond the three-point line with lightning speed—
Swish!
The ball sank through the net!
A clean, dagger-like three-pointer instantly crushed the cheers of Shūtoku's fans into silence.
It was the same step-back pull-up shot, but compared to Hyūga Junpei's supposedly "untouchable shot," Tendou's execution was on a completely different level.
With animation-level special effects, Midorima and Takao Kazunari seemed frozen in place —
Watching helplessly as Tendou retreated and released his shot.
The whole sequence was smooth and composed, almost artistic.
"Three-pointers aren't yours alone, Midorima."
You provoke me one way, and I'll return it in kind.
That was Tendou's pride.
The crowd was mesmerized by his overwhelming dominance.
Tendou's fan club — known as the Tendou Corps — exploded with excitement, screaming about wanting to "have his babies."
Their numbers were huge, almost exclusively female, ranging from middle schoolers to college students, with even a few elementary school kids, all shapes and sizes, waving banners and flags for Tendou.
Midorima's face remained stoic, seemingly unmoved by anything.
This was deliberate — only by maintaining absolute calm could he ensure maximum shooting precision.
Yet deep down, even he couldn't suppress a growing anxiety.
Because Tendou's speed… was still climbing.
He kept improving, seemingly without limit.
Meanwhile, Midorima had already reached his own peak.
He couldn't go any faster — if he did, his shooting accuracy would collapse.
Finally—
At the 7-minute mark of the second quarter—
Tendou completed his Thunderclap Flash: Fourfold Move.
Midorima, using his teammates' screens, darted across the court at high speed.
He was determined to take another three-pointer.
This meant unless Kirisaki Daiichi's defenders collapsed onto him, he would definitely shoot.
But this time—
As soon as he began to move, Tendou bent his knees deeply, gathering explosive power.
Golden lightning surged even more intensely at his feet, flickering bright and dim.
The glow made his face appear even more solemn and majestic.
Through his Six Eyes, Tendou saw the future —
And found a "wide open road" leading directly to the finish.
"Thunderclap Flash!"
"Fourfold Move!"
He muttered lowly, and his legs exploded with strength, propelling him forward.
At that moment, Shūtoku's players witnessed something terrifying—
There were four black afterimages around them:
One in front, one behind, one left, and one right — near the Shūtoku players.
It wasn't that Tendou had split into four —
It was a projection of the positions he was about to pass through.
"Break!"
Tendou, like a beam of light, cut through the crowd, blasting past four screens in one breath.
Shūtoku's players could see him, but their bodies couldn't react in time.
Screech!
Tendou stomped his right foot hard on the floor, his piercing gaze locked onto the basketball in Midorima's hands.
"It's over, Midorima!"
He thrust his arm out fiercely.
Midorima gritted his teeth and sped up his shooting motion —
But Tendou's explosive speed was already crashing down on him.
"Dismantle!"
On the livestream, spectators only saw the screen flash to black —
Then shatter apart as if split by a blade.
They flooded the chat with one word in colored font:
"Dismantle."
Smack!
Midorima's shot was disrupted.
The ball was scooped up by Haizaki, who had been waiting for the opportunity —
And he charged forward immediately.
"Finally succeeded."
Everyone had known this moment would come.
They just didn't expect it to arrive so quickly.
From the first time Tendou displayed Thunderclap Flash, only seven minutes had passed—
And yet his Fourfold Move was already complete.
"Get back on defense!"
Masaaki Nakatani roared from the sideline.
Shūtoku's players immediately sprinted back.
They were highly disciplined, their tactical awareness second to none.
One player rushed to halt Haizaki's advance, breaking up Kirisaki Daiichi's fast break.
The others quickly dropped back into half-court defense.
"These guys... really are stubborn."
Haizaki clicked his tongue in irritation, preparing for a half-court battle.
But Tendou had other plans.
He called out softly, "Haizaki."
Hearing this, Haizaki immediately lobbed the ball back without hesitation.
Without even turning his head, Tendou reached out and caught it with one hand.
In that instant, Shūtoku's defensive attention shifted entirely onto him.
They quickly formed a defensive wall, determined to stop this monster no matter what.
But Tendou didn't pause for even half a second.
He stared straight ahead, took the ball, and charged.
"Thunderclap Flash!"
"Triple Move!"
With the fastest dribbling and the fastest sprinting, Tendou unleashed the fastest breakthrough in the entire nation.
He weaved through like a phantom, changing direction three times in rapid succession —
Breaking through three defenders almost simultaneously.
A thunderous assault, piercing straight through Shūtoku's defense like a storm.
Spectators were overwhelmed by the visual shock, their bodies covered in cold sweat.
"Tendou!"
In a desperate last-ditch effort, Midorima rushed back —
Leaping high and extending his hand to block.
"You guys... When will you ever fix these bad habits?"
Aomine, Kise, Murasakibara, even Akashi —
They all had this tendency:
Always shouting loudly during games.
Now, Midorima had joined them.
Midorima was stunned —
Not by Tendou's words, but because Tendou hadn't jumped.
He had anticipated Midorima's chase-down attempt.
Using just a tiptoe push, Tendou caused Midorima to overcommit and fly past.
Tendou himself, who should have been airborne, stayed grounded —
Using only a slight pivot to evade.
With a gentle flick of his fingers—
Swish!
The ball dropped cleanly into the net.
In this single possession, Tendou had blown past four Shūtoku players—
An unstoppable figure etched into everyone's memory.
"Don't shout so easily during the game.
It only shows you're lacking confidence."
Boom!
The ball bounced off the floor with a heavy thud.
On Shūtoku's bench, the substitutes sat in complete silence.
The Shūtoku fans in the southern stands were also dead quiet, swallowing nervously.
Their once-invincible Shūtoku defense—
Had been pierced so easily.
With no fancy tricks.
Just pure strength.
He had thrown them all behind him.
"Monster!"