Whoosh!
The two six-foot-nine professional heavyweights exploded off the hardwood floorboards with their heavy, muscular forearms and thick elbows raised high in mid-air, aiming their weight straight for Jaxon’s face.
"Die, equipment boy!" the heavyweights roared out in a synchronized, gravelly unison, their massive, blocky shadows completely covering his smaller frame on the perimeter.
"Jax, watch out! Get out of the way!" Coach Vivienne Cross screamed frantically from the home sideline, her hands flying to her mouth as her clipboard clattered against the floor.
Bzzzzt.
[Skill Activated: Wind Runner (Passive Speed Boost)]
Jaxon vanished from the impact zone entirely.
In a mere fraction of a second, his physical frame accelerated laterally like an absolute phantom, leaving nothing but an empty slipstream behind. The two massive varsity defenders misread his trajectory completely, their heavy bodies lunging forward into empty space before crashing violently into each other’s broad shoulders with a dull, heavy thud that resonated across the baseline.
Bam!
"Ugh! What the actual fuck?!" one of the heavyweights spat, staggering backward three steps with a bleeding, split bottom lip and a dazed look in his eyes.
"Where the hell did he just go?!" the other mercenary roared out, wildly flailing his giant arms to balance his heavy frame against the lacquer wood.
Jaxon calmly brought the leather basketball smoothly back through his legs, his breathing perfectly even, completely unbothered in the absolute center of the key.
Kira’s Shared Passing Reflexes: 15% Active.
Without even bothering to turn his head to locate his teammates, Jaxon tapped directly into the synchronized court vision humming inside his brain, executing a lightning-fast, no-look wrap-around pass behind his back. The heavy leather ball zipped with mechanical precision directly through the wide, scrambling legs of the two disoriented heavyweights.
Zip!
"Got it!" Roxie’s voice rang out across the gym, clear, sharp, and filled with a sudden surge of adrenaline.
The leather ball hit Roxie Sterling right in her rapid stride on the baseline wing, the placement absolutely flawless.
"Drive it straight home, Roxie!" Coach Vivienne yelled, her voice echoing off the high ceiling rafters as she stepped onto the court boundary.
Roxie didn’t hesitate for a single fraction of a second. Using her explosive track acceleration, her tight black athletic bodysuit flawlessly contouring every single distinct curve of her extreme hourglass silhouette, she exploded violently toward the unprotected rim. She left the scrambling defenders trailing helplessly in her dust, rising effortlessly into the warm air for a fluid, textbook layup.
Swish!
The packed bleachers gasped in absolute silence before exploding as the leather ball tore cleanly through the white nylon net.
"Holy shit!" a varsity player in the front row blurted out, gripping his hair in absolute disbelief. "Did you see that wrap-around pass?!"
"He didn’t even look at the baseline!" another booster spectator yelled, jumping completely out of his seat. "That was fucking disgusting!"
Bzzzzt.
[Streetball Scoreboard Updated!]
[The Constellation ’Goddess of Wealth’ throws 20,000 Cosmic Tokens into the Stream!]
[Current System Wallet Balance: $26,615,000.00]
Over on the opposite perimeter wing, Kira Thorne’s long, statuesque legs shifted slightly on the hardwood floorboards, her body tensing.
Her exceptionally voluptuous, heavy breasts heaved rapidly beneath her white compression top, her dark amber eyes wide with a raw shock as she stared at Jaxon’s god-tier passing reflexes.
"That court vision..." Kira breathed out, her throat completely dry as she clutched her side. "That’s... my exact line of sight... how is he using my eyes?"
"You fucking useless, high-priced idiots!" Garrison Vance screamed from the sideline, thick veins bulging aggressively on his neck as his face turned a deep, beet red from pure humiliation. "Stop watching him play and hit someone on the baseline! I’m paying your sports federation millions to break them! Target the point guard’s left knee! Break her leg and end this!"
"Understood, boss," the lead heavyweight grunted, wiping a smear of dark blood from his split lip as his eyes turned predatory, his posture dropping low. "No more basketball rules."
"Let’s shatter her permanently," the second mercenary hissed, his broad face twisting into a dirty, vicious sneer as he stepped forward.
Step. Step.
On the very next possession, as the basketball was checked at the perimeter line, the two concrete-wall defenders bypassed Jaxon’s position entirely.
"Kira, move out of the lane!" Roxie shrieked from the baseline, her voice filled with a sudden, frantic terror as she tracked their angles.
Whoosh!
The two giants charged violently across the floor toward the left wing baseline, executing a dirty, illegal blindside screen directly aimed at Kira Thorne’s weak, unarmored left knee to permanently break Jaxon’s lineup and force an immediate medical forfeiture.