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

The entire room fell silent.

It wasn't quiet, it was suffocating.

The thousands of people seemed to have their necks grabbed, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

Maki Shinichi slowly stood up.

His movements were as stiff as a rusty machine, and with each inch he straightened up, the chilling, oppressive atmosphere intensified.

His originally calm and dark face was now as black as the bottom of a pot.

In those eyes, there was only the madness of a gambler who had lost everything.

He was knocked down.

He was forced to kneel.

Being looked down upon.

This is hardly a conceded goal.

This is tearing off his face as the "Emperor of Kanagawa," along with the glory of Hainan over the past decade, and throwing it on the ground to be trampled on!

"Maki! Calm down!!"

On the sidelines, Coach Gao Touli's folding fan had long since flown away.

He cupped his hands into a megaphone shape and roared, his voice cracking from shouting.

Useless.

The entire population of Hainan is in a state of shock.

Jin Soichiro stared blankly at the scoreboard.

Kiyota Nobunaga stared with his mouth agape like a fish starving for air.

Kazuma Takasago's eyes darted around, and he didn't dare to look at his captain at all.

Their god, the eternally unyielding Maki Shinichi...

I just knelt down before someone.

The sound of faith collapsing is more fragile than a broken bone.

Give me the ball...

Maki Shinichi's voice sounded like he had swallowed a handful of sand.

Rough and harsh.

There were no tactics, no communication, and he didn't even glance at his teammates.

He walked to the baseline and snatched the basketball from Takasago's hands.

"team leader……"

Takasago made a dent.

They were so frightened by the murderous aura emanating from Mu Shenyi that they shut their mouths.

Shinichi Maki now is like a mad beast driven into a dead end.

The competition has resumed.

Shinichi Maki dribbles the ball forward.

He doesn't consider the situation or look for open positions.

All they could see was the black-haired boy standing in the center circle with an indifferent expression.

He has to get his revenge!

Using the most primitive and violent methods!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The sound of the dribbling was as loud as thunder.

Maki Shinichi wasn't fast.

But every step he took made the floor tremble, and he felt like a runaway heavy tank.

With the kinetic energy to crush everything, it crashed straight into the heart of Shohoku.

Miyagi Ryota gritted his teeth and stepped forward to delay.

"Get out of here!"

With a loud shout, Mu Shenyi slumped his shoulders and charged straight at the enemy.

Pure, overwhelming power!

Miyagi felt like he had been headbutted by a bull and sent flying.

A sharp pain shot through my chest, and I staggered backward, almost collapsing to the ground.

The referee didn't blow the whistle.

In the final moments of the final, this level of competition falls under the "privilege of the strong."

Break through the first line of defense!

Shinichi Maki had only eyes for the basketball hoop and that figure that had to be crushed.

But he didn't go to Lin Bei.

Because Lin Bei stood there like a ghost, not moving at all.

Rukawa and Sakuragi were assigned to provide backup defense.

"Don't even think about going back."

Rukawa Kaede stood across the free-throw line with a cold, icy expression.

Sakuragi was also vying for position with Takasago under the basket.

A cruel smile crept across Mu Shenyi's lips.

The main person isn't showing up?

Then let's use you two as a sacrifice first!

"Drink it!!"

Just inside the free-throw line, Maki Shinichi sprang into action!

He didn't slow down, his muscles tensed like iron blocks, forcibly stretching out in the air.

He raised the basketball high with both hands, clearly intending to deliver a devastating dunk over Rukawa!

This is his trump card.

To forcibly create damage using absolute force and tonnage.

He wants to use this ball to win back all the face, morale, and dignity he has lost!

Sakuragi was held back by Takasago and could not stop him in time.

Rukawa Kaede didn't give an inch, leaping high into the air and blocking the shot with his long arms.

"Bang!"

The two collided violently in mid-air, the dull thud of their muscles hitting each other making one's teeth ache.

Maki Shinichi's core strength was terrifying; he forcefully pushed aside Rukawa Kaede in mid-air, grabbed the ball with both hands, and slammed it hard into the basket.

"Go to hell!!"

A roar exploded above the basket.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

Everyone thought the ball was a sure thing, and there was no way to save it.

however.

In Lin Bei's view, the world has already been reduced to a lower dimension.

The clamor recedes, and the colors fade.

The world is reduced to black, white, and gray data lines.

Maki Shinichi's seemingly violent and unstoppable actions were broken down into countless slow-motion frames in Lin Bei's eyes.

The amplitude of muscle contraction, the trajectory of splattered sweat, the blind spots in finger exertion...

It's full of flaws.

"It's too rough."

Lin Bei scoffed inwardly.

Anger makes people lose their minds. Maki Shinichi's movements were too exaggerated, and his whole body was exposed like a sieve.

A second before he jumped, Lin Bei had already foreseen the outcome.

He doesn't even need to make a big fuss.

Just as Maki Shinichi raised the ball to its highest point, his old strength exhausted and new strength yet to arise.

A black and red afterimage slashed in like a ghost, then leaped high into the air.

There was no sound of footsteps, no sound of wind, and even breathing was perfectly concealed.

Death wields its scythe, reaping souls without ever warning.

Lin Bei remained expressionless, his crimson-gold pupils devoid of any emotion.

Raise your hand.

The movement was light and casual, like brushing a speck of dust off a sleeve.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, clear sound pierced the dullness of the muscle collision.

That long, slender, fair hand made a precise, surgical cut on the lower side of the basketball.

That was Maki Shinichi's absolute blind spot.

Just as Maki Shinichi was about to unleash a powerful dunk in frustration, his hand suddenly felt lighter.

The ball, which should have been slammed into the basket, mysteriously slipped out of my hand and flew away!

"What?!"

Maki Shinichi's pupils contracted sharply, his hands flailing aimlessly in the air, the momentum carrying him as he slammed into the backboard in a sorry state before crashing heavily to the ground.

The basketball bounced off the backboard and landed on the ground.

The entire audience erupted in uproar, and then things got out of hand.

"Holy crap?! It broke?!"

"A mid-air block? He snatched away Maki's signature dunk?!"

"What the hell is that hand speed?!"

The basketball bounced twice on the floor and obediently rolled to Lin Bei's feet.

At this moment, Maki Shinichi had just steadied himself and turned around, his face showing a look of utter disbelief.

Rukawa landed, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the retreating figure with a complex expression.

Lin Bei didn't launch a quick attack.

The field in front is a vast grassland; he can score points at will if he wants to.

But he refused.

He bent down to pick up the basketball and held it with one hand.

Then he tilted his head slightly.

Those crimson-gold eyes looked down coldly at Maki Shinichi, whose face was ashen.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"I said that."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like the entire venue was amplified.

All your struggles are in vain.

"On this field, I am the rule."

mad!

This is outrageous!

Standing on the ball, hands in pockets, he charged straight at the Emperor of Kanagawa.

This attitude is as if the word "arrogance" has been etched into their DNA.

The Hainan team members were so angry they were trembling all over, as if their lungs were about to explode.

"Damn it! Don't be so arrogant!!"

A scream broke the deadlock.

Kiyota Nobunaga could not bear to see his captain suffer such a humiliating disgrace.

While Lin Bei was speaking, the wild monkey pounced from the side, trying to steal the ball.

Give me the ball!

It was fast, with a desperate, ruthless attitude.

however.

Just as his hand was about to touch the ball.

Lin Bei turned his head.

Those crimson-gold pupils were fixed on Kiyota Nobunaga without any emotion.

Om-!

Kiyota Nobunaga felt as if his brain had been hit hard by a hammer.

What kind of look is that?

Cold, violent, and aloof.

It was as if a giant dragon was looking down at a foolish ant.

A fear stemming from biological instinct surged from the tailbone straight to the top of the head.

That seemed to be a suppression of bloodline!