At this time, a basketball game meant for three had dwindled to a duel.

The two competitors, clones in stature and physique, one clad in black, the other in white, were caught in an intense dance of offense and defense.

Kyson played the role of referee, while Selina spectated.

Brian, with an agile leap, scored another three-pointer, prompting Selina to cheer, "Nice shot!" Her applause rang out.

Kyson joined in the applause, an itch to join the fray evident.

“Brian, your shot's remarkable."

During that moment, Lyndon deftly intercepted the ball from Brian.

Evading Brian, he launched into a slam dunk.

Kyson exclaimed, "What a dunk, Lyndon!"

Rolling up their sleeves to the forearm, the two prepared for more action.

With the intensity of the match escalating, they were gasping for air.

Their gazes were ablaze, resembling warriors in combat, each refusing to concede even a single point.

Kyson, cupping his hands around his mouth, called out, “Brian, Lyndon, ready for another round? The score's tied!"

Brian, manipulating the ball with his right hand and arching an eyebrow playfully, challenged, "Need a breather? You seem tired. But just so you know, even your best efforts won't be enough."

Though not fully recovered from a recent mishap, Lyndon's fatigue didn't dampen his spirit.

“Don't count me out just yet. The game's still on!" he retorted.

Brian's grin widened.

“If you need to stop, just say so. I don't go easy on anyone."

Lyndon's gaze intensified.

"Watch it, don't slip up. I've got my eyes on you."