"Check!"
Garrison slammed the ball hard onto the polished hardwood court, his eyes burning with an intense, chaotic rage as he dropped his center of gravity.
Without a single word of warning, the six-foot-six star shooting guard lowered his massive right shoulder, driving straight down the center line with two hundred and twenty pounds of raw, aggressive muscle.
Thud!
It was a brutal, intentional body-check, designed specifically to crush Jaxon right off the defensive line and send him sprawling across the floor.
Jaxon didn’t even blink. He didn’t offer a single micro-expression of fear.
The Unstoppable Drive, Jaxon thought, his internal monologue passing a dry, cynical judgment on the attack.
He remembered the exact string of sleepless nights two years ago when he had spent three full Chapters typing out this signature offensive move for Garrison, labeling it an unblockable Division-One weapon in his original manuscript.
How completely pathetic, Jaxon added silently, his mind entirely relaxed as he stood his ground. I wrote your signature drive, Garrison. I designed the exact weight distribution of your frame. But right now? I hold Roxie’s explosive speed and Kira’s mechanical court vision.
Squeak!
Jaxon’s footwork shifted like a flash of absolute lightning, his worn grey sneakers biting sharply into the lacquered surface of the floor.
Combining Roxie’s elite track acceleration with Kira’s flawless, three-hundred-and-sixty-degree court awareness, Jaxon didn’t even attempt to block the heavy blow. Instead, he simply vanished into Garrison’s immediate blind spot with a single fluid movement.
Garrison hit pure, empty air. The sudden, total lack of physical resistance sent his heavy varsity frame lunging forward, his momentum completely throwing him off-balance.
"What the—?!" Garrison gasped, his breath hitching as his eyes widened in sudden panic.
Neon-blue screens violently exploded across Jaxon’s vision, completely hidden from the rest of the room.
[System Synchronization Active!]
[Perception: Hyper-Focused!]
[Executing Skill: Ankle-Breaker Crossover!]
Before the players on the sidelines could even register the change in direction, Jaxon snapped the heavy basketball cleanly behind his back.
Snap!
The ball hit the hardwood with a sharp, echoing crack. Jaxon shifted his entire weight to the left wing, then instantly ripped the ball back to the right in a brutal, lightning-fast crossover.
Crack!
Garrison tried to violently adjust his stance to recover, but the sheer speed of the direction change caused his knees to buckle inward. His ankles twisted awkwardly under his own weight, his physical balance shattering completely.
Thud!
Garrison slammed flat onto his back, his heavy frame sliding a full three feet across the polished floor like a useless bag of trash, a loud groan escaping his chest.
Silence. A dead, suffocating silence instantly filled the entire locker room and court area. The surrounding varsity players stood frozen, their mouths open in absolute horror.
"Holy shit..." a player on the bench whispered, his voice trembling in disbelief. "He... he just broke Garrison’s ankles cleanly."
Standing on the right wing, Roxie Sterling let out a soft, breathy gasp, her fingers twitching against her sides. Her striking platinum-silver undercut caught the harsh gym lights as she stared at the assistant manager in complete shock. Her tight black athletic bodysuit highlighted every defined curve of her extreme hourglass silhouette, her chest rising and falling sharply with short, shallow hitches of breath as she took in his relaxed posture.
On the opposite wing, Kira Thorne’s legendary, sub-zero "Ice Queen" mask shattered completely. Her long, statuesque legs tensed against the floor, her dark eyes wide with an uncharacteristic amazement. Her exceptionally voluptuous chest strained tightly against her compression top with every fast, shallow breath she took. She was a tactical genius who understood every set on the floor, but she hadn’t even seen Jaxon’s footwork coming until it was already over.
Jaxon caught both of their mesmerized gazes, his internal confidence overflowing.
Target 1 and Target 2, Jaxon thought, a quiet, unbothered smirk touching his lips as he held their attention. Keep watching closely. Your internal mental defenses are dropping significantly faster than Garrison. Read this novel at novelping.com for the best experience.
Bzzzzt.
[The Constellation ’Goddess of Wealth’ is cheering hysterically and throwing rewards!]
[Stream Views Explosive Growth: +10,000 Cosmic Tokens Received!]
[Current System Wallet Balance: $21,065,000.00]
Jaxon gathered the basketball smoothly off the floor, his touch light and precise. He took a single, controlled step backward, settling his feet right behind the three-point arc while completely ignoring Garrison, who was still groaning and rolling on the ground in total humiliation.
He bent his knees slightly, rising gracefully into the air with a textbook shooting form.
Swoosh.
He reached the absolute, perfect apex of his jump, his wrist cocked back smoothly to release the ball toward the net.
Suddenly, time completely froze mid-air. The dust motes in the gymnasium suspended in space, and the groans from the floor died out.
The bright white arena lights abruptly shifted, turning a deep, violent shade of crimson as a blood-red system notification ripped directly across his field of vision.
Bzzzzt.
[WARNING: Stream Rules Hijacked!]
[The Constellation ’Asmodeus of the Deep Desires’ has officially entered the Channel!]
[A Sudden Cosmic Bet Has Been Issued!]
[Condition: Convert this 3-Point Shot under R-18 Penalty Rules...]