The next few minutes were hellish for Oyama High players. They didn't know what kind of spiritual things possessed the two Tsunemori freshmen players, but those two suddenly went berserk. The attacking pattern was still the same, with Riku setting up the tempo while Yuki blitzed up his way toward the front. However, they were getting stronger, quicker, and even trickier, making it impossible for Oyama players to keep it up.
"Damn! Come on, everyone! They are just two players! We just need to get used to their speed and we can stop them!"
"Shut the fuck up, Captain! That is easier said than to be done!"
It was clear by now that Oyama's front-line players were out of breath, struggling to keep up with Tsunemori's blitz attack. They didn't know how Yuki managed to run all over the court without losing breath at all. They just knew for sure if they didn't have any solution for the glasses boy who kept running rampant, it would be them who collapsed first.
"Come on, we can do this!"
