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

Maki Shinichi's heart sank to the bottom.

Lin Bei, this "tyrant," has started to exploit his teammates.

If Lin Bei was previously an invincible single-edged sword...

The current Shohoku High School is a war machine equipped with nuclear weapons.

The next two minutes turned into hell once again.

Shinichi Maki used "Resonance" to connect the whole team with all his might, but every time he scored, he had to pay a huge price.

Kiyota vomited from running, and A-Shen's legs were shaking.

Meanwhile, on Xiangbei's side, Lin Bei became the mastermind.

He used the Eye of the Heavenly Emperor to dismantle the defense and used absolute pressure to attract double teams.

Then that orange basketball would always be comfortably fed into the hands of Rukawa, Mitsui, and even Sakuragi.

In the stands, Fujima's eyes were distorted.

"Domination..."

"He dominated the fear of his opponents, and he also dominated the talent of his teammates."

Is this Lin Bei's true strength?

He turned everyone into his pawns.

56: 38.

As Maki Shinichi dribbled past half-court, his vision blurred, and sweat stung his eyes.

"This ball...it has to go in!!"

He was using up the last of his life force, like a wounded lion.

He smashed past Miyagi, pushed aside Rukawa, and drove straight for the basket.

"Don't even think about it!!" Sakuragi Hanamichi's giant hand covered the sky.

"Get in...!"

Maki Shinichi forcefully folded the ball in mid-air, dodging the block, and tossed it toward the basket.

This is a high-difficulty lever that carries the last vestige of dignity for Hainan.

The basketball bounced once on the rim, then twice...

The entire audience held their breath. Kiyota Nobunaga even knelt on the ground to pray.

however.

Just as the basketball was about to fall into the basket, a slender hand suddenly appeared above the rim.

It's not a cap.

It's about scraping.

Lin Bei, as if picking an apple, grabbed the still-bouncing basketball with one hand and forcefully pulled it down.

Interference ball?

Do not!

The ball has completely left the top of the cylinder.

This is absolute air superiority, a double humiliation on both the rules and the physical level.

Maki Shinichi landed unsteadily, staring blankly at the figure falling from the sky.

Lin Bei caught the ball with one hand, landed silently, and didn't even glance at him.

He casually tossed the ball behind him.

"it's over."

His voice was as cold as ice.

At that moment, Maki Shinichi felt something break in his spine.

He watched the figure wearing the number 16 jersey from behind.

"monster……"

Mu Shen's knees buckled, and he knelt on the floor.

This time, he no longer had the strength to stand up.

"call……"

The lung lobes looked like they had been scorched by fire.

Lin Bei took a deep breath and exhaled a hot breath.

At the edge of the field of vision, grayish-white noise began to jump wildly.

It's like an old television with a poor signal connection.

Brain hypoxia triggers system alarm.

On my retina, the bright red countdown ticked with a chilling intensity.

Lin Bei's heterochromatic eyes, cold and indifferent like those of a god.

The golden halo, symbolizing absolute dominance, suddenly flashed.

Just like an unstable voltage, a light bulb will explode.

"Um?"

On the floor, Maki Shinichi, who had been panting like a broken bellows, suddenly looked up.

He caught it.

The "tyrant's oppressive aura" that had been pressing down on his soul and preventing him from moving a finger had loosened.

The feeling of suffocation receded like the tide, and Maki Shinichi's face was covered in sweat and tears, looking as disheveled as a drowned dog.

But in those lifeless eyes, a small flame of ambition suddenly ignited again.

Your breathing... is erratic.

"As expected, your physical strength is a major weakness."

Maki Shinichi's voice was hoarse, filled with the madness of someone who had survived a catastrophe.

He braced himself on the floor, his thigh muscles groaning in pain.

But he still managed to stand up unsteadily.

Like a mountain that was half destroyed and then forcibly pieced back together.

Lin Bei remained expressionless, trying to maintain his aloof demeanor, but his body felt as heavy as lead.

The stamina consumption of the template + Zone is still too exaggerated.

The consciousness is divine, while the hardware is for civilian use.

Driving a Zone is like putting a Ferrari engine on a tractor—it can run.

But it could explode at any time.

"Amu..."

Jin Soichiro and Kiyota Nobunaga were standing next to him.

Seeing the captain stand up again, the fear in his eyes instantly turned into fanaticism.

The invincible Emperor Priest has been resurrected!

"beep--!"

The buzzer blared, abruptly severing the tense atmosphere on the field.

"Shohoku requests a substitution!"

Coach Anzai held up a sign, his glasses reflecting light, his eyes sharp.

The old man figured it out.

Lin Bei, who was always lazy, had already pushed himself to the limit.

The score has already widened; there's no point in trying to hold on any longer.

"Lin Bei down, Mu Mu up."

The whole place erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap?"

"Did they replace the thigh?"

"Has Shohoku gone mad? Why aren't they just sweeping them all in one fell swoop?"

"No... Look at Lin Bei's face, it's as white as if it's just been painted."

"So monsters have mana bars too? I thought they were perpetual motion machines."

Lin Bei didn't look at the score or his opponent.

"call……"

I took a deep breath and casually turned off "Zone".

His gaze returned to those lazy, dark eyes.

The terrifyingly low pressure that had enveloped the entire venue dissipated instantly.

The air felt alive again, and the audience dared to breathe loudly, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from their chests.

Lin Bei slowly moved to the sidelines and gave Kogure Kiminobu a high-five, whose palms were sweating.

"It's your turn now, Glasses Bro."

"Give it to me...?"

Kogure's hand was trembling as he pushed up his glasses. Looking at the menacing Hainan team across from him, he swallowed hard.

"I...I'll try my best."

Lin Bei walked to the end of the bench, took Cai Zi's towel, and covered his head with it.

"The power's out. Let's take a break."

After saying that, he slumped into the chair and fell asleep instantly.

There was even a slight snoring sound coming from it.

Caiko: "..."

The entire audience: "..."

Dude, this is the grand finale, not a resort spa treatment!

However, with Lin Bei, the "cheater," going offline, the situation on the field instantly reversed.

"Roaraaaaaah!!"

Maki Shinichi looked up at the sky and let out a long roar.

The humiliation, fear, and anger that had been building up for so long finally exploded at this moment.

The "god" who had been hammering him is gone.

Now, this is a battlefield for mortals.

And in this fishpond situation...

He, Shinichi Maki, is the only shark!

"Counterattack!!"

Shinichi Maki advanced with the ball, as fast as a black lightning bolt.

It wasn't as flashy as Lin Bei's, nor did it have any cheat codes that predicted the future.

But he has a talent that even Lin Bei can't match.

That devilishly muscular body, forged through countless trials and tribulations, like steel!

Rain or shine, he trained to become an absolute powerhouse in terms of stats!

Therefore, his pseudo-Zone lasted a little longer than Lin Bei's.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The sound of the ball dribbling on the floor felt like each slap was hitting the hearts of the Shohoku players.

Rukawa Kaede stepped forward, his eyes cold.

"Don't even think about going back."

Having just touched the threshold of "wildness," Rukawa Kaede is now like a red fox with its fur standing on end, exuding a dangerous aura.

"Get out of here!!"

Maki Shinichi didn't slow down at all, and directly used his shoulder to stab.

Simple, brutal, and unreasonable.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Rukawa felt as if he had been hit head-on by an out-of-control dump truck.

I felt a tightness in my chest and staggered backward.

The power gap is enormous!