Slam Dunk: My physical abilities can be increased indefinitely.

Chapter 5, let's fight again.

The day after his power level was increased to B, Sendoh took the initiative to go to Fukuda.

Fukuda was practicing dribbling alone in a corner, alternating between his left and right hands, the ball bouncing rapidly on the floor. Seeing Sendoh approach, Karma stopped and nodded at him with his chin.

"Again?"

"Ten more balls."

Fukuda tucked the ball between his waistband and gave Sendoh a once-over. "You finished your strength training yesterday and came to see me today? Aren't your muscles sore?"

"acid."

"Then why are you still hitting me? Are you out of your mind?"

"Don't talk nonsense, are you going to fight or not?"

Fukuda smiled, the kind of smile that says, "You're asking for it, I'll grant your wish." He tossed the ball to Sendoh, "You go first."

There was no one else in the gymnasium. It was only 6:30 in the morning, and the view outside the windows was hazy, with only half a row of lights on. The two people's shadows were stretched long and projected onto the east wall.

Sendoh dribbles the ball to the three-point line.

Fukuda's defensive positioning was different from last time; he lowered his center of gravity, extended his right hand to interfere with dribbling, and spread his left hand to block the driving lane. This guy's defense has definitely improved, or rather, he practiced it after the last one-on-one.

Sendoh dribbled the ball with his right hand and took a step to the right.

Fukuda followed with a sliding step.

Instead of charging straight at him, he leaned against Sendoh's shoulder, blocking his path with his body.

confrontation.

Sendoh's power had reached B-rank, but Fukuda's power was already considerable. Their shoulders collided, muscles and bones making a dull thud, and neither of them yielded.

Immortal Dao abruptly stopped and took a step back.

Fukuda lunged forward, covering his face with his hands.

There isn't enough space to shoot, and forcing a shot will most likely result in interference.

Instead of shooting, Sendoh passed the ball from his waist to his left hand, pushed off with his right foot, and changed direction to break through to the left.

Fukuda's focus has already shifted elsewhere, and it can't be brought back.

Sendoh rushed to the free-throw line, jumped, and made a mid-range shot.

1-0.

Fukuda picked up the ball, patted it, and said, "Your first step is even faster than last time."

"Once you gain strength, you can push off the ground more powerfully."

Don't get cocky.

Fukuda inbounds the ball from the baseline and dribbles it to the three-point line.

This time, Fukuda didn't rush to attack, but instead moved slowly, his eyes scanning Sendoh's body as if looking for a weakness.

Sendoh defended, lowered his center of gravity, and reached out to interfere.

Fukuda suddenly changed direction, switching from his right hand to his left, and broke through from the left side.

Sendoh caught up, his steps were fast, and his body moved sideways, blocking Fukuda's path.

Fukuda didn't force a drive; instead, he stopped abruptly, dribbled behind his back, switched to his right hand, and took a step-back jump shot.

Sendoh jumped up to block the shot.

The fingertip touched the ball.

But the ball still flew towards the basket, hit the backboard, and bounced in.

1-1.

Fukuda himself knew it was a lucky shot, and he frowned after the ball landed.

"Your defense is even more tenacious than last time."

"Your shooting is still so ugly."

Fukuda wasn't angry; he threw the ball back.

The third ball, Sendoh has the ball.

This time, he didn't use speed, but instead turned his back to the ball, wanting to test the level of his B-grade strength against Fukuda.

Back to goal, dribble, and drive inside.

Once, twice, three times.

Fukuda was pushed back two steps by him and lost his footing.

Sendoh turned around, jumped, and shot with one hand.

Fukuda jumped up to block, but couldn't reach it.

Goal!

2-1.

After landing, Fukuda stared at Sendoh's back for two seconds. "Your strength has really improved."

"Hmm, it's alright."

"Last time I pushed you so hard you almost lost your balance, but today you're back to your usual self. What have you been eating these past few days?"

Protein powder.

"You're kidding me."

The path of immortality was not explained.

The fourth goal, Fukuda attacks.

This time, Fukuda played smarter. Instead of going head-to-head with Sendoh, he called for an imagined screen, pretended to move to the right, and then suddenly switched sides behind his back to the left.

Sendoh was jolted and his center of gravity shifted slightly.

Fukuda burst in and slammed the ball down with both hands.

The basketball hoop wobbled.

2-2.

Sendoh turned around and glanced at the basketball hoop.

After landing, Fukuda was panting heavily. "You can't stop me with your speed, and you can't stop me with my jumping ability."

"continue."

From the fifth to the eighth goal, each player scored two points, bringing the score to 4-4.

The ninth goal, Sendoh's attack.

He dribbled to the left at a 45-degree angle, made a fake bowing motion, pushed the ball forward with his right hand, leaned forward, as if to accelerate and break through.

Fukuda's center of gravity has shifted downwards.

Instead of driving to the basket, Sendoh pulled the ball back and pulled up for a three-pointer.

Fukuda pounced on him.

The ball flew over his palm in a high arc.

"Whoosh."

Hollow.

5-4.

The turning point for the Immortal Path.

Fukuda's lips twitched slightly as he tossed the ball to Sendoh. "Last ball, it's my turn to attack."

"OK."

Sendoh threw the ball back.

The tenth goal, Fukuda attacks.

Fukuda dribbled the ball outside the three-point line at a very slow pace, once, twice, three times.

Sendoh stared at Fukuda's waist, the source of all his feints. No matter how his upper body swayed, the direction of his waist determined the direction of his breakthrough.

Fukuda took a step to the right.

Sendoh slid half a step to the right.

Fukuda suddenly switched hands between his legs and lunged to the left.

Sendoh twisted his ankle, but he gritted his teeth, forced his center of gravity to shift, and followed.

Fukuda jumps.

Immortal also jumped.

The two people collided in mid-air.

Fukuda switched the ball from his right hand to his left, trying to avoid Sendoh's block, but Sendoh's left hand reached out and his fingertips touched the ball.

The ball was touched, its trajectory changed, it hit the front edge of the rim, bounced up, and then fell back down.

It spun around the basketball hoop twice.

Then it slid out.

5-4.

Sendoh won.

Fukuda landed awkwardly, stumbled back two steps, and braced himself on the floor. He stared at the still-bouncing ball, his gaze slightly different.

"You touched the ball."

"Um."

You couldn't reach it last time.

"It was different last time."

Fukuda stood up, dusted off his pants, walked up to Sendoh, and extended his hand.

Immortal Dao grasped it.

My palms are very hot and sweaty.

"Let's play one more time before the county tournament," Fukuda said.

"OK."

"I will win."

"You always say that."

Fukuda released his grip, turned, and walked away. After taking three steps, he stopped again.

"The Path of Immortality".

"Um."

"Your speed, your strength, your shooting—all of these combined, you're bound to beat Hainan."

Sendoh paused for a second.

This was the first time Fukuda had said something like this.

"Yes."

Fukuda didn't turn around, but pushed the door open and went out.

Sendoh stood alone on the court.

He looked down at his palms, at the red marks left from bouncing the ball and the thin calluses from gripping the barbell. Three days ago, his hands weren't like this.

The system panel pops up.

[One-on-one victory, PP+5]

Current PP: 11

He stared at the number for a few seconds.

Strength is B, speed is on the edge of A-, jumping is still B, reaction is B+, and flexibility is B-.

Not enough jumping ability.

Against a high-flying player like Rukawa Kaede, a player with a B-level jump shot will get dunked on.

He silently chanted in his mind: Add a little more, increase the bounce.

[Jump height: B→ B+]

PP Consumption: 4

[Remaining PP: 7]

I don't feel anything physically. My jumping ability isn't as noticeable as my strength; I'll probably have to wait until the next training session to measure it.

Sendoh walked to the basket and tried jumping.

Reach high.

My fingertips touched the bottom edge of the basket.

I've encountered this before, but this time my calves felt less strained, and the jump was easier.

"good."

He bent down to pick up the ball, preparing to shoot another three-pointer.

The door opened.

Coach Taoka leaned halfway in and said, "Sendoh, come here for a second."

Sendoh walked over.

Taoka was holding a fax paper in his hand, the edges of which were slightly curled.

"The schedule for the county-level competition has been released."

"Who will you face in the first match?"

"Buri."

Xian Dao nodded. Wu Li isn't strong; a crushing victory is highly likely.

"The second match," Taoka paused for a moment, "is against Hainan."

The air was silent for two seconds.

Sendoh heard his own heartbeat, one beat, then two.

"understood."

Taoka looked at his expression. "Aren't you nervous?"

"A little."

"Only a little bit?"

"Only a little."

Taoka stared at him for three seconds, then smiled. The old coach folded the fax paper, stuffed it into his pocket, and turned to leave.

"Didn't you say a few days ago that you didn't want to be hit by Maki Shinichi?"

"right."

"Are you ready?"

Xian Dao glanced at the system panel.

Jumping ability: B+, Speed: A-, Strength: B, Reaction time: B+, Flexibility: B-, Endurance: B+.

not enough.

Far from enough.

"Five more days," Sendoh said. "That should be enough."

Taoka didn't say anything more, pushed open the door and went out, leaving Sendoh alone in the gymnasium again. He picked up the ball and stood outside the three-point line.

The shot went in.

【PP+1】

He shot again and it went in.

【PP+1】

I tried again, but missed.