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

On the field, Hainan has possession of the ball.

Shinichi Maki dribbles the ball forward.

His expression was as calm as a mountain.

Each step felt like a heavy tank rolling over the floor, making a dull thud.

That oppressive feeling of being a king pressed down on Shohoku's half of the court like a wall.

Miyagi Ryota spread his arms in an attempt to stop him.

As a result, he was met with a simple physical confrontation from Maki Shinichi...

Bang!

Miyagi felt like he had run into a brick wall.

My chest felt tight, and I involuntarily took two steps back.

"Such immense power... What did this thing eat to grow up like this?" Miyagi gritted his teeth.

This is the raw power of Kanagawa's top point guard!

Shinichi Maki ignored Miyagi.

His gaze bypassed the defense and locked onto the player at the top of the key.

Linbei.

Lin Bei did not press the matter further at this moment.

He just stood there casually, his hands hanging down, his whole body full of openings.

But Maki Shinichi sensed an unprecedented danger.

In his vision, Lin Bei seemed to be enveloped by an invisible force field.

That's a forbidden zone, a no-go zone; whoever enters will die.

"Kiyota!"

Suddenly, Maki flicked his wrist, and the basketball flew like a cannonball to the wing.

A head-on confrontation is risky, so let's cut the flanks first!

Kiyota Nobunaga catches the ball.

Facing Rukawa's defense, this wild monkey was clearly seething with anger.

"Take this!!"

Kiyota unleashed his full power, forcefully breaking through from the baseline.

Rukawa Kaede stayed close by, the two moving so fast they left afterimages.

"It's not over yet!"

Kiyota stopped abruptly at the baseline and jumped. Not to shoot, but to pass!

The basketball flew straight to the inside, where Kazuma Takasago was already positioned.

At this point, Shohoku's inside game was without Akagi, and they only had a rookie Sakuragi Hanamichi.

"Got it!!" Kiyota roared.

Takasago receives the ball, turns around, and prepares to dunk.

Sakuragi Hanamichi has an abnormally high jumping ability.

However, due to his lack of experience, he lost his balance when Takasago made a feint.

"Oh no! I've been tricked!" Sakuragi exclaimed in shock.

A smug smile appeared on Takasago's lips.

Without Akagi, Shohoku's inside game is like Hainan's backyard!

however.

Just as Takasago jumped, the basketball was about to hit the rim.

A chilling sensation suddenly descended from behind.

There were no footsteps, no breathing.

It was as if a ghost had appeared out of nowhere behind me.

Takasago's pupils dilated sharply as he caught a glimpse of a dark red figure out of the corner of his eye.

Suddenly, Lin Bei, who was originally "watching the show" at the top of the penalty area, appeared in the penalty area!

"Too slow."

The chilling voice, like the pronouncement of death, exploded in Takasago's ears.

Within those crimson-gold [Eyes of the Heavenly Emperor].

All of Takasago's movements were broken down into slow motion at 0.5x speed.

Muscle contraction, force trajectory, basketball's upward angle...

All data is at your fingertips.

Snapped!

A slender, fair hand precisely sliced ​​the bottom edge of the basketball.

It wasn't just a block, it was a surgical steal!

During Takasago's rising period of all-out dunks.

Lin Bei used only two fingers to disrupt the balance of the basketball in that instant.

The basketball flew out of his hands.

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

"Holy crap?!"

"When did he get there?! Did he teleport?!"

"I didn't even notice."

Shinichi Maki's pupils trembled violently.

In that brief moment, he didn't even see Lin Bei's movement clearly.

This isn't a matter of speed at all; it's about anticipation!

It is absolute foresight of the future!

The basketball flew out of bounds and was about to go out of play.

Lin Bei's figure flashed like a ghost, his toes lightly touching the sideline, and he scooped the ball back with one hand.

Turn around.

Faced with the shocked gazes of the entire audience.

Lin Bei's indifferent face remained completely expressionless, as if he had merely swatted a fly.

He held the ball with one hand and pointed it at Maki Shinichi, who hadn't yet reacted.

A cruel smile curved his lips, his eyes filled with disdain:

"This is what you call an emperor?"

"Too weak."

"Since you don't want to kneel down..."

Lin Bei's violent aura surged skyward, like a tyrant reigning supreme:

"Then I'll break your legs myself."

……

The entire room was deathly silent, so oppressive it made one want to vomit.

Lin Bei's phrase "break his legs" didn't sound like trash talk; it sounded more like a judgment.

It was smeared directly on the faces of everyone on the Hainan team.

Especially Maki Shinichi.

This "emperor" ruled Kanagawa for three years.

Instead of flying into a rage, he laughed in exasperation.

That's the prelude to the explosion after the anger meter is full.

"very good."

Maki Shinichi's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, with a metallic, scraping quality.

His muscles were tense all over.

Beneath his dark skin, the veins coiled like tree roots, exuding a palpable aura of ferocity.

This is the bottom line for a king; to cross it is to die.

"You first-grader brat, since you want to die, I'll grant your wish."

The oppressive atmosphere is suffocating!

Anyone could see that Amu's face had turned red.

This is ten times more terrifying than when the palace was breached earlier.

The Xiangbei team instinctively wanted to tighten their formation and surround and annihilate this out-of-control beast.

"Step back."

A detached voice cut off his teammate's actions.

Lin Bei stood at the top of the three-point line, dribbling normally.

Those crimson-gold pupils calmly watched Maki Shinichi rushing towards him.

There was no fear or tension in his eyes.

Even... a little boring?

It's like watching a fly desperately trying to break through a glass window.

"Arrogant!"

Enraged by that look, Maki Shinichi pressed himself against him.

No tricks, no fancy moves.

In the face of absolute tonnage and power, skill is a joke.

He wanted to use the most primitive and brutal methods to take this kid down directly!

"Bring it to me!"

Mu Shenyi's right shoulder slumped down sharply, and his right hand quickly reached for the ball in Lin Bei's hand.

however.

Within milliseconds of the impact.

Lin Bei's world has changed.

The Eye of the Heavenly Emperor

The flow of time seemed to have been forcibly slowed down several times.

Lin Bei saw Maki Shinichi's lightning-fast movements as being broken down into slow-motion replays frame by frame.

Muscle activation point, center of gravity shift axis, ankle support angle...

It's full of flaws.

All of them are red lines.

"Too slow, all unnecessary movements."

Lin Bei lightly tapped his left foot and took a half-step to the side.

This mere half-step is like an insurmountable chasm.

The right hand missed!

Maki Shinichi's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly lost his balance.

"How is that possible?!"

Did this guy predict my prediction?

Relying on his terrifying core power, Shinichi Maki forcibly twisted his waist.

He stomped his right foot on the floor, trying to use the width of his body to squeeze back.

But this was exactly the trap Lin Bei had set for him.

"Got you?"

A mocking smile appeared on Lin Bei's lips.

Just as Maki Shinichi's entire weight was pressing down on his right foot, his old strength exhausted and no new strength generated.

boom!boom!

The sound of the ball dribbling at high speed exploded, like a rapid drumbeat.

The basketball transformed into an orange phantom in Lin Bei's hands.

Crossover, pull back quickly, change direction!

Lin Bei suddenly shifted his weight to the right, luring Mu Shenyi into making a defensive reaction.

Immediately afterwards, defying the laws of physics, the basketball whizzed past Maki Shinichi's weakest supporting foot.

This is a precise attack on the human physiological mechanism!

Shinichi Maki's brain frantically issued the command to "turn left and defend".

But his spinal reflexes were still processing the previous feint.

The brain says: Go left!

My body says: It's still moving to the right!

The knee said: "Then I'll leave?"