The crowd watched with disbelief and awe.
Spectators leaned forward in their seats, eyes wide with amazement at what they were witnessing.
This was no ordinary high school basketball game!
"The future of Jilin is bright," Mark said, almost in the verge of tears. "This is something out of a professional game!"
Nina couldn't help but nod in agreement. From all the games she had watched, this one was the most intense. Even their city's representative team couldn't curate plays as such!
The illusion Max had unleashed was the stuff of legends—a technique so advanced it seemed impossible that it had come from a teenager.
The crowd buzzed with excitement, murmuring to each other, trying to grasp how something like this was even possible.
"Can you believe this?" one fan exclaimed to his friend. "Max Zhou is unreal. No wonder everyone says he's the best young player in the city."
