Chapter 172
The whistle sounded again. The match continued. The basketball was thrown into the air. Alaric let out a roar and jumped high, stretching his arm out. His fingertips reached higher than the 6.5-foot-tall Hataland players’ fingertips. He smacked the basketball toward his side. Then, like a red lightning bolt, he rushed between the opposing players before they could react. He sprinted out of the three-point line and caught the basketball the moment it landed. Immediately after, he jumped high and took a shot from outside the three-point line. The ball landed steadily in the hoop, scoring them three points.
Everyone was shocked. They fell silent. Then, there was an earth-shattering cheer. Someone shouted, "Here they are. Alaric’s best skills: passing the ball to himself, sprinting like lightning, and three-point shots!" Another exclaimed, "Oh my god, my sports camera only caught a blur. Is this really a basketball game and not a sprint competition?"
A girl explained, "You don’t know, right? Alaric used to practice sprinting for some time. He almost reached the standard of the national team."
Another girl added, "He even practiced running for marathons. He once won the national college marathon championship."
A voice asked, "Fuck. He’s practically all-rounded in sports. Why hasn’t the national team recruited him yet?"
Everyone was cheering for Alaric. Even Josie’s face was radiant, no longer crying. Faced with such cheers, Alaric’s face was expressionless. No, that wasn’t accurate. His face was unusually cold and savage, as if he had gone from a hungry wolf to a wounded and starving tiger, and scores were his only salvation. It was as though he would die if he couldn’t get any points.
Alaric went crazy. His eyes turned red. He ran like a maniac, taking back possession of the ball and taking shots. No one could stop him. He was intensely aggressive. Even if he faced an opponent over 6.5 feet tall and much larger than him, he would still bump into him and steal the ball from him.
Among the repeated collisions to get the ball, Alaric fell hard several times. First, his knees and arms bled, then his nose bled, and then his face was bruised and swollen.
Everyone exclaimed, "Alaric is really crazy now."