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

The once bustling stadium was instantly emptied of air.

Everyone stared wide-eyed.

My mouth was so wide open it could fit a light bulb, and my brain completely shut down.

What happened?

No confrontation?

No foul?

Is it just a change of direction?

Kiyota Nobunaga...

I'm speechless.

In the center of the stadium.

Kiyota knelt on the ground, his hands supporting him, his face blank.

A surge of intense shame rushed to his face like lava, making him tremble all over.

I want to stand up. I want to roar.

But he couldn't do it.

A shadow loomed over him.

Lin Bei didn't take the opportunity to break through, but instead grabbed the ball with one hand and stood in front of the kneeling Kiyota.

Looking down from a high vantage point.

His eyes were icy cold, devoid of any warmth.

He lowered his eyes slightly, looking at his trembling opponent at his feet.

It wasn't contempt, it was ignoring.

It was as if the other person's existence was superfluous.

Lin Bei parted his thin lips slightly and uttered a sentence that left the entire room breathless:

"You're holding your head too high."

boom--!

These words struck like a thunderbolt, deeply affecting everyone's hearts.

overbearing!

Madness!

Arrogant!

Kiyota Nobunaga's face turned a deep purplish-red, but he was so overwhelmed by the terrifying aura that he didn't dare to lift his head.

Lin Bei stopped looking at him and strolled past him leisurely, as if stepping over a roadside stone.

Hainan's center Kazuma Takasago only then seemed to wake up from his dream.

"Stop him!!"

Takasago roared and braced himself to cover.

But in Lin Bei's eyes, which had activated the "Eye of the Heavenly Emperor," his movements were as slow as a slideshow.

"Don't block the way."

A simple sudden stop, followed by a pullback between the legs.

Takasago's massive body seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, clumsily lunging at nothing and almost falling flat on his face.

Ahead lies a smooth road.

Lin Bei stopped at the free throw line.

Take off.

Their posture was as precise as that of a well-oiled machine.

With a gentle flick of the wrist.

Swish!

Hollow-core netting.

18:20. The score difference is 2 points.

It wasn't until the basketball landed and rolled far away that the entire audience regained their ability to breathe.

"Waaaaaaahh ...

"Lin Bei!! Lin Bei!!!"

"My God!! What was that just now?!"

"He made Kiyota Akira kneel down!! He knelt down!!"

"That's brutal!! That's Shohoku's ace!!"

The "Linbei Supporters Club" went completely crazy.

Several girls shouted themselves hoarse, waving the flag frantically.

Shohoku bench.

Coach Anzai's teacup wobbled, and a glint of white light reflected from his glasses.

"Whoa..."

"That ball control technique...that sense of pressure..."

"Lin Bei, how many more surprises are you hiding?"

On the field.

Sakuragi Hanamichi almost dislocated his jaw.

Pointing at Lin Bei's back.

He stammered as he asked Rukawa:

"Feed...the fox..."

"Did he...did he just use sorcery?"

Rukawa Kaede stared intently at Lin Bei.

A blazing flame ignited in those usually calm and collected eyes.

His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

"powerful."

"Very strong."

Rukawa Kaede uttered a few words, his blood boiling.

Hainan.

Maki Shinichi's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

He strode over to Kiyota and pulled up the junior who was still questioning his existence.

"Mu... Mu-senpai..." Kiyota's eyes were red, and he was so ashamed and indignant that he felt like he was going to die.

"Shut up."

Mu Shenyi patted him on the back, but his gaze was fixed on the figure slowly walking back.

That number 16.

The momentum that erupted just now.

It even made this "Emperor's Shepherd" feel a slight unease.

That's the feeling of encountering someone like yourself.

Do not!

That's what it feels like to face a tyrant.

"Shobei..."

"Did Akagi's intervention unleash an even more terrifying monster?"

Mu Shenyi's expression was more solemn than ever before.

"Beep—!"

The whistle blows.

"Hainan University Affiliated School requests a suspension!"

Coach Gao Touli put away his folding fan, his expression stern.

He knew all too well how dangerous that shot had been.

That wasn't just two points; it was a devastating blow to Hainan's morale.

If this momentum is not stopped immediately.

Hainan will lose this game!

Lin Bei stopped when he heard the whistle.

He turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the Hainan bench before finally settling on Gao Touli.

A smile, both extremely confident and extremely dangerous, curved at the corners of his mouth.

"Should we pause?"

"A wise choice."

Lin Bei turned and walked towards the Xiangbei rest area.

As he passed by Maki Shinichi, he didn't stop, but simply uttered a verdict.

The sound was very soft, yet deafening.

"No matter how hard you struggle, the outcome will not change."

"because……"

Lin Bei pointed to his temple, his eyes flashing with a chilling light.

"I am the true emperor."

……

The atmosphere in the Hainan rest area was as frozen as a stone.

The folding fan in Gao Touli's hand froze in mid-air.

Those eyes, which were usually narrowed and scheming, were now wide open like copper bells, staring intently at Lin Bei's back in the audience.

"Click."

The fan ribs made a crisp sound, the sound of a broken mentality.

The meticulously crafted tactical balance in Gao Touli's mind had completely collapsed.

If Lin Bei was a knife hidden in Xiangbei's sleeve before...

Just now, this guy pulled out an Italian cannon!

That was a massacre.

"Fujima from Shohoku, Sendoh from Ryonan..."

"You were killed by this kind of monster?"

Gao Touli's eyes shifted from shock to apprehension.

It was thought that with Akagi off the court, Shohoku's inside game would be a free-for-all, and Hainan would win the game without lifting a finger.

Who would have thought that the seemingly lazy number 16...

In just one round, he stole the spotlight from the entire arena.

He must be crushed!

If this "bug" is not fixed...

Hainan's proud winning streak may be about to collapse today.

……

Xiangbei Rest Area.

"call……"

Lin Bei plopped down into the chair.

The chilling crimson light in his eyes quickly faded, returning to its original deep black.

In his mind, the template was turned off.

"This thing is really mana-intensive..."

Lin Bei grabbed a towel and covered his head to rest.

"Hahahaha!!"

A burst of maniacal laughter exploded in his ears, making Lin Bei's head throb.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, like a gorilla on a high, grabbed Lin Bei by the neck, spitting everywhere with excitement:

"Master! That wild monkey!!"

Sakuragi laughed so hard his facial features were all over the place.

Pointing in the direction of Hainan, they launched a vicious attack:

"I'm kneeling!"

"That arrogant wild monkey actually gave you a big bow!"

"That feels so good!"

Miyagi Ryota also came over and punched Lin Bei in the chest.

His eyes were filled with adoring little stars:

"That change of direction just now... was amazing!"

"That kind of rhythm is simply too fast for humans to react to!"

Mitsui Hisashi unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to him without saying a word.

But his eyes were practically screaming "Awesome!"

That goal was more than just two points.

It was like a shot in the arm, directly piercing the lifeline of Xiangbei.

"Alright, stop shaking it, or it'll fall apart."

Lin Bei made a muffled sound from under the towel, pushing away Sakuragi's red head with some disdain.

"Let me charge for a minute, be quiet."

Everyone understood immediately and fell silent.