Kuroko's Basketball template: the king of slacking off, Shohoku's strongest sixth man.

This roar carried a resolute determination, as if the ship had been thrown into the water.

The entire audience was astonished.

Even Sakuragi Hanamichi on the Shohoku bench was startled.

"Wow! That Ah Fu is in critical condition!"

Sendoh was also taken aback.

Immediately, a smile spread across his lips.

"OK."

Without any hesitation.

With a flick of his wrist, the basketball transformed into an orange lightning bolt, precisely navigating to Fukuda's hands.

That is trust.

Even if you've just been beaten to a pulp, even if you're being humiliated.

I'll give it to you if you want it.

"Snapped!"

Fukuda receives the ball.

At that moment, his world consisted only of the basketball hoop in front of him.

And that obstacle blocking the way...

Linbei.

"Get out of here!!"

Fukuda roared as it started up.

This time, there were no fancy feints.

Pure speed!

Pure power!

He wanted to pour all his anger into this ball.

Like a runaway heavy tank, it rolled towards Lin Bei.

"Good timing."

The deep blue light in Lin Bei's pupils instantly ignited.

The moment Futian started up, the world in Lin Bei's eyes was sped up by 0.5 times.

Fukuda's muscles trembled slightly, his center of gravity shifted, and his breathing became rhythmic...

Everything is in slow motion.

"Too slow."

Lin Bei sneered inwardly.

This kind of straightforward attack might be intimidating on a street basketball court.

But in the face of the true "Generation of Miracles"...

It's full of vulnerabilities, just like a program riddled with bugs.

Just as Fukuda's shoulder was about to collide with Lin Bei's chest.

Lin Bei made a move.

He didn't try to tough it out.

Instead, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his body, like a weightless piece of paper, slid backward smoothly along with Fukuda's momentum.

Remove the chairs?

No.

In the instant he retreated, his right hand shot out like a viper's tongue.

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

The target wasn't the ball, but rather the moment when Fukuda dribbled... the break in his rhythm.

"Snapped!"

A crisp snapping sound.

Fukuda felt like he had run into a ball of cotton, unable to exert any strength, and so uncomfortable that he felt like he was going to vomit blood.

Immediately afterwards, the ball slipped from his hand as if it had been coated with oil.

"What?!"

Fukuda was horrified.

It's happening again!

I clearly used my body to protect the ball!

How did he manage to get his hand in there?!

Lin Bei poked the ball to the floor, where it bounced towards the center circle.

"That's mine!!"

Fukuda lunged forward like a madman, sliding across the floor in an attempt to regain possession of the ball.

But a black lightning bolt was faster than him.

Linbei.

He simply scooped it up with his hand.

The basketball obediently flew up and landed neatly in his palm.

Then, he floored the gas pedal!

"Stop him!!"

Taoka Shigeichi's shrill shouts echoed throughout the stadium, sounding like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Without him having to shout, Sendoh Akira had already retreated to his defensive position immediately.

As Ryonan's ace, his top-notch basketball IQ allowed him to anticipate this moment.

"This road is blocked."

Sendoh spread his arms, blocking the center circle, his eyes sharp as knives.

1V1.

Shohoku's surprise weapon versus Ryonan's ace.

The entire audience held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

This is truly a collision between Mars and Earth!

Lin Bei looked at the ready-to-fight Immortal Dao in front of him, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

It did not slow down.

instead……

It's still accelerating!

"Are you looking for death?"

Immortal Dao was startled.

Rushing at that speed, the only outcome would be a collision with the ball.

Just as the two were about to collide.

Lin Bei's body suddenly made a movement that defied the laws of physics.

He slammed on the brakes with his right foot while speeding at high speed.

The sneakers screeched violently against the floor.

"squeak--!!"

The immense inertia caused his upper body to lean forward, but his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground.

Emergency stop?

Sendoh subconsciously adjusted his center of gravity, preparing to defend against the shot.

however.

Just as the immortal's center of gravity shifted upwards.

Linbei started up again.

From extreme motion, to extreme stillness, and then back to extreme motion.

There was not even a 0.1-second delay in between.

Change direction!

The amplitude was astonishing, almost enough to break the opponent's ankle!

He quickly pulled the ball from his right hand to his left, his body almost touching the floor, and it slipped under Sendoh's armpit.

Unpredictable direction change!

"What?!"

Immortal Dao only felt a blur before his eyes.

The red figure had already disappeared from sight.

It's been approved!

Clean and tidy!

They didn't even give him a chance to foul!

"Whoosh—!!!"

The audience erupted in chaos.

"It's over! Sendoh's been eaten alive!"

"What kind of monster is that number 16?!"

"Is this kind of deviation even possible for a human?"

"Don't you want your knees anymore?!"

After passing through the Immortal Path, Lin Bei was left with only a smooth road ahead.

But he didn't choose that simple layup.

because……

Boring.

Now that we've included Aomine Daiki, we need to do something special.

He rushed to the free-throw line.

Jun Uozumi was still sprinting in the backfield, but he was clearly just inhaling exhaust fumes.

Lin Bei tossed the ball onto the backboard.

The basketball hit the backboard and bounced back.

Self-inflicted harm?

Everyone thought he was going to do that.

however.

Lin Bei took off.

He caught the rebounding ball in mid-air, forcibly rotating his body 180 degrees.

With his back to the basket.

He held the ball with both hands and slammed it hard into the basket from behind his head.

A back buckle with an empty catch!

And it's a folding back buckle that catches rebounding balls!

"boom!!!"

The rim groaned in agony, as if it were about to be torn apart by the blow.

Lin Bei hung on the basket, his legs swinging with inertia.

The ball lands, bounces, and then falls again.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Then came a deafening roar of screams that threatened to tear the roof off the stadium.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

"So cool!!"

"That's an NBA-level move!!"

"That number 16 from Shohoku! I want to have your babies!!"

Lin Bei let go and landed on the ground.

He turned around, looked at Fukuda who was standing there dumbfounded not far away, and then glanced at Sendoh, whose eyes were filled with complex emotions.

Finally, his gaze fell upon Taoka Shigeichi, whose face was ashen.

Lin Bei extended a long, slender finger and placed it near his lips.

He made a shushing gesture.

"Shhh."

"Did you hear that?"

Lin Bei's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone in Lingnan, carrying three parts mockery and seven parts nonchalance.

"That's the sound of your mentality collapsing."

55: 46.

The point difference has returned to 9 points.

"asshole……"

Taoka Shigeichi slumped into a chair.

"That dribbling rhythm, that explosiveness, and that ability to stay in the air..."

"This is clearly a max-level account that's even more terrifying than the Immortal Path!"

Shohoku bench.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's wide-open mouth could fit two eggs.

He pointed at Lin Bei on the field, his fingers trembling.

"Dad... Dad..."

"That damn master..."

Was he flying just now?

Coach Anzai's glasses reflected the light, obscuring the smile in his eyes.

"Sakuragi-kun."

"That's the ultimate physical talent, plus the ball feel honed through countless hours of practice."

"That's... the freedom of basketball."