The match entered the 11th minute.

Kitamura Industrial center Moriyama Kenta and power forward Yosuke Shibata attempted a high-low post combination in the paint.

Yosuke Shibata used his body to firmly block Toru Hanagata, lobbing the ball to Moriyama Kenta at the bottom of the basket.

After receiving the ball, Moriyama Kenta used an extremely realistic fake move, attempting to trick Zijing Cheng into jumping before forcing a layup.

But Zijing Cheng did not jump at all; he simply looked coldly at Moriyama Kenta's performance, his gaze resembling that of watching a comical Joker.

The moment Moriyama Kenta thought he had succeeded and truly jumped up for a layup,

Zijing Cheng moved.

He simply raised his right hand slightly, without even lifting his heels off the ground, and his huge palm pressed with absolute precision onto the basketball shot by Moriyama Kenta.

"Such a soft shot, are you tickling me?"

Zijing Cheng's wrist suddenly exerted force.

Bang...

The basketball was directly and fiercely pressed back into Moriyama Kenta's face, the immense force knocking the 194cm stalwart directly to the ground, and nosebleed instantly gushed out.

"Huh? I couldn't even feel any resistance, you're way too weak!" Zijing Cheng's voice truly carried a hint of doubt, the incomprehension in his eyes completely undisguised, resembling a knife stabbed straight into Moriyama Kenta's heart.

...

The match entered the 18th minute.

Kitamura Industrial point guard Saku Akizuki attempted to use his speed advantage to forcefully break through Shoyo's defense during a fast break.

Like a nimble loach, he continuously bypassed Shoichi Takano and Kazushi Hasegawa, charging into the restricted area. Facing the purple giant resembling a towering mountain, Saku Akizuki clenched his teeth, forcibly twisting his body in mid-air, attempting to avoid the block with an extremely difficult reverse layup.

"Dodged it." Saku Akizuki was ecstatic in his heart.

However...

"Who... do you think you're playing against?"

Zijing Cheng's massive body in mid-air actually displayed a terrifying hang time and flexibility that completely defied the laws of physics.

His left arm, which had originally swung through empty space, suddenly folded downward at an extremely incredible angle, and with a reflex speed so fast it was invisible to the naked eye, he backhanded a slap onto the basketball that was about to hit the backboard.

Slap...

As if hit by an anti-aircraft machine gun, the basketball fiercely smashed into the floor with a loud bang, and then directly bounced up into the stands.

Saku Akizuki fell to the ground, looking blankly at the high-and-mighty Zijing Cheng, his internal defenses completely collapsing and shattering at this moment.

Couldn't defend.

Couldn't attack.

Whether using shots, layups, reverses, or tactical combinations, pick-and-rolls, and three-pointers.

As long as the basketball dared to rise within the three-point line, what awaited it was only that huge purple hand representing absolute strength and despair.

Beep...

The whistle signaling the end of the first half finally sounded.

The dazzling red numbers on the scoreboard, like sharp daggers, fiercely pierced into the eyes of everyone in the arena.

Shoyo 56 to 0 Kitamura Industrial.

The entire No. 2 Basketball Gymnasium fell into a deathly silence.

No one spoke, only heavy breathing and the sound of catching breath.

Everyone looked at the purple figure yawning while walking towards the resting area, feeling a chill surge straight from the soles of their feet to their crowns.

"He... he didn't even cross half court..."

"Not a single step... Just by standing on the defensive end, he completely suffocated all hopes of Kitamura Industrial..."

"This is the Purple Demon... This is the monster that shut out Toyotama!"

...

Second half.

Although the physical strength of Kitamura Industrial's players had reached its limit, and their mentality was even on the verge of collapse, Captain Takigawa Soma's rock-like will still bitterly supported this tattered team.

"Don't give up, even if we just score one basket, even if we just take one point, we must never leave this court with a zero." Takigawa Soma roared hoarsely on the bench, his throat already hoarse and his eyes red.

Kitamura Industrial, like a pack of desperate wolves, launched an extremely tragic charge.

They pick-and-rolled desperately, ran desperately, and even used their bodies to hard-fight the tall bodies of Shoyo's interior, just to tear open an extremely tiny crack.

However, in front of this abyss named Zijing Cheng, all efforts were merely a cruel futility.

Bang...

Zijing Cheng slapped Yosuke Shibata's dunk out of bounds. After landing, his purple eyes flashed with extreme impatience: "Why won't you guys just obediently surrender!"

In the second half, Zijing Cheng's defensive area seemed to expand further.

His nerve reflex speed seemed to have completely turned on some kind of berserk mode, and any Kitamura Industrial player attempting to enter the three-point line would instantly feel the ultimate death threat of being stared at by a primordial fierce beast.

5th minute of the second half.

Takigawa Soma's pull-up jumper was intercepted from the side like lightning by Zijing Cheng, who slapped it flying.

10th minute of the second half.

Shirakawa Ryo received the ball outside the three-point line, and before he could make a shooting motion, Zijing Cheng's huge body had already crossed half the court, directly and forcefully stealing the ball from his hands.

15th minute of the second half.

Moriyama Kenta and Yosuke Shibata attempted to double-team Zijing Cheng in the paint, but Zijing Cheng simply turned around extremely rudely, his terrifying strength directly knocking the two flying like bowling balls, and then casually intercepting Saku Akizuki's pass thrown into the air right in mid-air.

Despair.

Suffocating despair.

As time passed, the score gap expanded crazily like a bottomless pit.

68 to 0.

82 to 0.

94 to 0.

...

Kitamura Industrial's players on the court were like walking corpses, their breathing was as violent as a broken bellows, sweat had long completely soaked their jerseys, and some people's calves had even begun to cramp uncontrollably.

But as long as they got the ball, they would still mechanically launch charges towards Shoyo's basket, only to be mercilessly suppressed by that purple mountain time and time again.

Looking at those opponents who still crawled up even after falling countless times, there was no pity in Zijing Cheng's eyes, only extreme disgust for this meaningless persistence.

"Truly unsightly..." Zijing Cheng looked down from above at Takigawa Soma, who had been blocked to the ground by him once again, his voice chillingly devoid of a trace of temperature. "Clearly without any talent, clearly as weak as ants, yet still making this meaningless struggle here. Your persistence will only make you appear even more pathetic."

"Even if pathetic..." Takigawa Soma supported the ground with both hands with difficulty, panting heavily, yet a flame of never-yielding spirit burned in his ordinary eyes. "We will never... surrender to a guy like you who relies solely on talent..."

"Is that so?" Zijing Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his pupils full of displeasure. "You guys are really annoying."

The last minute.

The score had reached 102 to 0.

Kitamura Industrial ball possession.

This was their last chance for an attack.

Takigawa Soma, Moriyama Kenta, Yosuke Shibata, Shirakawa Ryo, Saku Akizuki.

These five starting players had completely abandoned all tactics at this moment. Like five tattered yet still sharp bayonets, under each other's cover, like moths flying into a flame, they launched a final desperate charge towards Shoyo's restricted area.

The ball was passed quickly in their hands.

With every pass, they were approaching that despair-inducing Purple Demon.

Finally, the ball was passed to the hands of Captain Takigawa Soma near the free-throw line.

Without any hesitation, facing Zijing Cheng's huge figure that was enough to obscure the dome's lights, Takigawa Soma poured out all the sweat, all the unwillingness, and all the will of his three years in high school, leaping high and pushing the basketball in his hand out.

"Go in..." All the substitute players of Kitamura Industrial in the audience, and even some spectators who couldn't bear to see a shutout, couldn't help shouting out loud.

This shot carried Kitamura Industrial's last dignity.

However, in front of absolute strength, dignity was worthless.

On Zijing Cheng's lazy face, a touch of extreme impatience and ruthlessness emerged.

"I said it already, it's useless."

Boom...

Zijing Cheng, like a purple nuclear bomb, soared boomingly in the paint.

His jumping height reached the peak of the entire match at this moment.

His entire upper body even exceeded the height of the basket.

In mid-air, Zijing Cheng, like a demon god wielding punishment, extended that huge right hand, carrying a terrifying monstrous strength, fiercely smashing onto the basketball shot by Takigawa Soma.

Bang...

A terrifying loud bang that was duller and more violent than any previous block exploded throughout the No. 2 Basketball Gymnasium.

The basketball was forcefully slapped by Zijing Cheng, bursting the airflow in mid-air. Like a meteorite, at a speed difficult for the naked eye to catch, it fiercely smashed onto the floor of the mid-court line, and was subsequently picked up by Toru Hanagata, who scored a basket.

In the blink of an eye, a minute quickly passed.

Beep...

The referee blew the sharp long whistle ending the match.

Time, at this moment, seemed to completely stand still.

The red numbers on the scoreboard froze on a scene that made everyone's souls tremble.

Shoyo 106 to 0 Kitamura Industrial.

The venue holding tens of thousands of people was quiet as a dead graveyard at this moment.

Only the heavy breathing and the faint echo of the basketball bouncing in the third-floor stands remained.

The five starting players of Kitamura Industrial all collapsed onto the floor.

They did not cry, only empty eyes staring straight at the ceiling, as if their souls had been completely drained.

Their will, at this moment, was completely crushed into powder by that purple monster with the most cruel and violent absolute strength.

And under Shoyo's basket.

Zijing Cheng steadily landed back on the ground, without even glancing at the desperate opponents on the ground.

He just stretched a big, extremely natural yawn, his bones making crisp crack-crack popping sounds.

Those purple eyes regained that dazed and lazy look as if he had just woken up.

He walked slowly to the bench, grabbed the caramel potato chips he hadn't finished eating earlier, and chewed them heavily with crunch-crunch sounds.

"Ah... it's finally over, I'm so tired!"

While chewing the chips, Zijing Cheng muttered to the surrounding Shoyo crowd in a complaining tone with a drawn-out ending, "Fujizai, the game is over, I want to go eat barbecue... We agreed..."

Looking at this monster who had just created the myth of two consecutive shutouts and destroyed a Tokyo powerhouse with defense cruel to the extreme, yet was complaining like a three-year-old child wanting candy at this moment, they smiled helplessly.

"Rest assured, I won't go back on what I promised you."

After a long while.

The audience in the entire No. 2 Basketball Gymnasium, after half a minute of dead silence, stirred up an unprecedented crazy tsunami like a volcanic eruption.

"Ahhhhhhh..."

"A shutout... another shutout..."

"A monster... This is a true monster!"

"This year's National Tournament, Shoyo High School is going to defy the heavens."

...

Hearing the deafening screams in her ears, Shinomiya Shion in the front row of the stands had slightly red eyes, tightly covering her chest, where it was throbbing crazily because of that purple figure chewing potato chips.

For a moment, the whole arena fell into shock and madness.