Slam Dunk: My physical abilities can be increased indefinitely.

Chapter 3 Fukuda's Challenge, One-on-One Match Up to the 100th Ball

On the morning of the third day, Sendoh pushed open the door of the gymnasium, and Fukuda Kichou was already there.

The guy stood alone at the free-throw line, the ball spinning in his hands, his eyes fixed on the basket like a cheetah eyeing its prey's throat. Hearing the door open, Fukuda glanced to the side, his lips twitching slightly—not a smile, but a look of "finally here."

"The Path of Immortality".

"morning."

Fukuda threw the ball over with considerable force, and Sendoh caught it with one hand, his palm going numb from the impact.

"One-on-one," Fukuda said, "ten balls."

Sendoh patted the ball on the ground a couple of times, feeling the texture of the ball. This wasn't the first time he'd faced Fukuda one-on-one; that guy's offensive desire was like a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days, and every time they faced each other, he seemed determined to devour his defender alive.

"OK."

Fukuda took off his jacket, revealing a black, tight-fitting training suit underneath. His muscles were a size bigger than Sendoh's, his shoulders were broader, and his arms were stronger. His offensive talent was indeed top-notch, but his defense... Sendoh glanced at Fukuda's stance. His center of gravity was too high, and his heels were almost touching the ground, a typical "I only want to attack" defensive stance.

The Immortal Way attacks first.

He dribbled with his right hand, slowly pushing forward, while Fukuda lowered his center of gravity and reached out to steal the ball.

The response was good.

But the path to immortality is faster.

He pushed off with his right foot, accelerated, and cut in from Fukuda's right side. Just like in yesterday's practice game, the explosiveness of that step was noticeably stronger than before. Fukuda turned to chase, but was a fraction of a second too slow, and Sendoh scored a layup.

The system popped up a notification, but he didn't read it.

"1-0".

Fukuda, expressionless, picked up the ball and served from the baseline.

It was Fukuda's turn to attack.

The moment that guy received the ball, he was a completely different person. His eyes became sharper, his shoulders dropped, and his dribbling rhythm suddenly sped up.

Sendoh defended, keeping his center of gravity low and blocking Fukuda's path of attack with his hand.

Fukuda took a step to the right, and Sendoh followed with a sliding step.

Then Fukuda stopped abruptly, stepped back, and jumped to shoot.

The ball flew past Sendoh's fingertips and swished through the net.

1-1.

Sendoh flicked his wrist. He had actually hit Fukuda right in the face, but Fukuda's release point was too high and his jump was enough to lift the ball off his head and throw it.

"He's got something."

Fukuda didn't reply, but threw the ball back, his eyes showing something different – ​​not provocation, but seriousness.

The third ball, Sendoh has the ball.

This time, instead of using his speed to overpower Fukuda, he called for a screen. Although there was no teammate there, he pointed to the floor, indicating to Fukuda, "I'm going to get past you here."

Fukuda frowned.

Sendoh dribbles the ball with his left hand, takes a step to the left, Fukuda shifts his weight to him, then Sendoh switches hands behind his back, the ball bounces from left to right, and his body changes direction accordingly.

Fukuda's steps couldn't keep up, and he was pushed back half a body length.

Sendoh rushed in, jumped, and switched hands for a layup.

The ball spun around the rim once and then fell in.

2-1.

Fukuda stared at him, his lips moving slightly, "You've gotten faster."

"yes."

"Don't pretend."

Fukuda dribbled the ball back to the three-point line, this time without stopping abruptly, and drove straight towards the basket. He used his shoulder to push Sendoh's chest inward, his strength advantage was too obvious, and Sendoh was pushed back a step, feeling a tightness in his chest.

Fukuda went to the basket, jumped, and slammed the ball down with both hands.

The ball slammed into the basket, and the entire basket frame shook.

2-2.

Sendoh rubbed his chest, where the dull ache from the impact still lingered. A C+ level of power was indeed at a disadvantage against someone of Fukuda's caliber.

The system panel flashed briefly at the edge of my field of vision.

[Strength deficiency exposed; targeted training recommended]

I know without you saying it, I rolled my eyes inwardly.

The fifth ball, Sendoh has the ball.

He took a deep breath and dribbled to the left at a 45-degree angle. Fukuda was even closer this time, practically hanging his entire body on him.

confrontation.

Sendoh turned his back, using his shoulders to feel Fukuda's center of gravity, with his right leg forward and his center of gravity slightly to the left.

He suddenly turned to the right, pivoting on his right foot and taking a big step forward with his left.

Fukuda lunged at him.

Instead of shooting, Sendoh looped the ball around his waist, behind his back, and into his left hand. He then pushed off with his left foot and jumped.

Throw.

The ball arced high, passed Fukuda's fingertips, and fell into the basket.

3-2.

Fukuda stood still, looked at the basket for two seconds, and then bent down to pick up the ball.

"Where did you learn that trick?"

"You're self-taught. If you want to learn, I'll teach you."

"That's a lie."

The path of immortality was not explained.

The sixth goal, Fukuda attacks.

This time, instead of using his body to overpower the opponent, he dribbled the ball back and forth on the outside, performed three consecutive crossovers, and then suddenly pulled up for a jump shot.

Sendoh lunged to block the shot, his fingertips touching the bottom edge of the ball, but the ball still flew out, hit the backboard, and bounced into the basket.

3-3.

Lucky ball.

Fukuda himself knew this, so he didn't celebrate; he simply threw the ball back.

The seventh basket, Sendoh's attack. Change of direction, acceleration, sudden stop, three-pointer. Goal. 4-3.

Eighth ball, Fukuda attacks. Back to goal, turns, leans back. Goal. 4-4.

The ninth shot, Sendoh's attack. He started from beyond the three-point line, using two consecutive crossovers to shake off Fukuda's balance, then pulled up at the free-throw line and took a jump shot. The ball spun twice around the rim before falling in. 5-4.

Match point.

Sendoh to Fukuda, "The last ball."

Fukuda caught the ball, stood outside the three-point line, and slowed down his dribbling pace.

Once, twice, three times.

Sendoh stared into Fukuda's eyes, and the guy's expression changed, his pupils slightly contracting, giving off a "I'm going to eat you up" look.

Futian was launched.

It wasn't to the right, it wasn't to the left, it was a straight breakthrough, directly using his shoulder to knock open Sendoh's defense.

power.

Pure power.

Sendoh was pushed so hard that he lost his balance and stumbled.

Fukuda rushed to the basket and jumped.

Sendoh didn't give up. He gritted his teeth and jumped up to block the shot, his fingertips almost touching the ball.

But Fukuda made a move in mid-air, switching the ball from his right hand to his left, dodging Sendoh's block, and then making a low layup.

The ball grazed the paddle and went into the net.

5-5.

After landing, Fukuda was panting heavily and stared at Sendoh.

Neither of them spoke.

The lights in the arena were humming, and there were two sweat stains on the floor, stretching from the three-point line all the way to the basket.

Fukuda spoke first: "You didn't give it your all."

Sendoh wiped his sweat. "You too."

"Next time, I will win."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Fukuda picked up his coat and walked towards the door. He paused at the door but didn't turn around.

"With your speed, you'd better keep it hidden until the county competition."

The door closed.

Sendoh stood alone in the empty stadium.

Fukuda's last words were still echoing in his ears: "Keep it hidden." That guy was reminding him that revealing his strength prematurely would allow his opponent to prepare.

Immortal looked down at the system panel.

[Strength C+, one-on-one with Fukuda exposes weaknesses in combat]

[Recommendation: Improve your level to at least B- before the county tournament, otherwise you will have a hard time against Maki Shinichi]

Four days left.

It takes two skill point upgrades to improve Strength from C+ to B-.

Every time at four o'clock.

His current PP balance is 6.

Starting tomorrow, I need to add strength training.

Sendoh put the ball into the net and walked out. As he reached the door, he glanced back at the court. There were two footprints on the floor, intertwined, making it impossible to tell which was his and which was Fukuda's.

The door closed and the lights went out.

The sunlight outside the building was dazzling, and Sendoh squinted as he walked towards his dormitory.

My phone vibrated.

A message from Yueye: Taoka says tactical drills will begin tomorrow, and the opponent will be Hainan.

After reading it, Sendoh put his phone back in his pocket.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly.