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

In the center of the stadium.

The air seemed to be being torn apart by two invisible giant hands.

On one side is a deep, dark blue "magical illusion," like a mirage.

On one side is the "Emperor's Resonance," a raging dark purple color filled with absolute order and violence.

The floorboards groaned, as if unable to bear the weight of the two monsters.

"Thump!"

Shinichi Maki dribbles the ball forward.

This isn't dribbling; every step feels like hammering a steel nail into the floor, so heavy it's unsettling.

Facing the elusive "ghostly" defense of Sendoh.

The emperor of Kanagawa made the simplest, yet most irrational, choice.

ignore.

I don't care how many afterimages you have, I don't care about visual deception.

Maki Shinichi's center of gravity sank, and his dark muscles bulged like an inflated tire, stretching his jersey so tight it looked like it was about to burst.

He treated himself like a human battering ram, smashing straight down on the basket!

"Want to get over there? No way!"

The blue light in Xian Dao's eyes flashed intensely, and his CPU was running at full speed.

At the moment Maki Shinichi charged, his body shifted to the side in a strange way.

In an attempt to create the illusion of "clipping" by exploiting visual illusions, the fingertips have already touched the rough surface of the basketball.

In that very instant.

"snort!"

Mu Shen let out a cold snort, carrying the ferocity of a savage beast.

Interception?

Try breaking one!

His shoulder suddenly slumped, and without paying any attention to where the ball was, he slammed directly into the illusory blue shadow.

Whether it's real or fake, once it's smashed, it's real!

"Bang—!!"

The dull thud of flesh colliding made the spectators on the sidelines ache.

Immortal Dao's pupils trembled violently.

This is not the kind of power a human should have; it's like a runaway dump truck crashing head-on into you!

In the face of absolute power, all fancy tricks are nonsense.

The elegance of "Phantom" was shattered in an instant, and Sendoh staggered backward.

The sneakers screeched as they rubbed against the floor, almost making me fall flat on my backside.

"Too light! Sendoh!!"

Maki Shinichi roared and accelerated again, like a purple lightning bolt, instantly tearing apart the Ryonan defense line.

Uozumi tried to defend, but found his feet felt like they were made of lead, pinned to the spot by that terrifying imperial aura.

Take off.

Battle axe.

bombing!

"Clang—!!"

The basketball hoop trembled violently, emitting a painful groan.

The score was 56-63.

As soon as Mu Shen landed, his chest heaved violently.

A chilling fighting spirit burned in those purple eyes.

He was not intimidated by the immortal's trickery.

Instead, they used the most primitive and barbaric methods to carve a bloody path through the "mirage".

"monster……"

He slumped to the ground, staring at that demonic figure, his throat dry.

Just a moment ago, he felt as if his right to breathe had been taken away.

……

In the stands, the faces of the Shohoku players were so solemn they could drip water.

"This is allowed?!"

Mitsui Hisashi gripped the railing tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands:

"Sendoh has clearly steered the game into a ditch."

"That Maki Shinichi... actually managed to turn the tables with brute force?"

Miyagi Ryota swallowed hard, his eyes widening:

"But... the momentum of Ryonan has already been boosted by Sendoh."

"Ryonan is going to win, right? They're definitely going to win, aren't they?"

Miyagi's voice carried a hint of certainty.

"win?"

A soft snort came from the side.

Lin Bei leaned back lazily in his chair, playing with the empty popcorn bucket in his hand, his eyes filled with amusement.

He stared at the blue figure on the field who was creating the "miracle" and shook his head.

"Miyagi, all you saw was Sendoh showing off his skills."

"But didn't you see, his CPU is about to burn out?"

"Huh?" Miyagi was taken aback.

At that moment, Sendoh had just completed an extremely brilliant no-look back pass, assisting Fukuda to score.

His movements were stylish and incredibly cool.

and many more.

Miyagi squinted.

Sweat.

An abnormal amount of sweat was dripping wildly down Sendoh's chin.

That face, which usually wore a carefree smile, was now as white as paper, and its lips were completely bloodless.

"Zone is essentially a cheat that overdraws your stamina."

Lin Bei's voice was cold and aloof, like a bucket of ice water poured over everyone's heads.

"Maki Shinichi's 'Emperor's Resonance' is about taking on the pressure of the whole team, which is physically exhausting."

"And what about Sendoh?"

Lin Bei pointed to the figure that was still running.

"Mirages require an extremely large amount of computation."

"He has to deceive the eyes of five people every second, predict the actions of ten people, and construct false coordinates in his brain."

"It's like a computer that you insist on overclocking 200% to mine cryptocurrency, without a cooling fan."

"He's burning his own life right now."

Lin Bei paused, his gaze sweeping over the others from Lingnan.

Uozumi, Fukuda, Off-road...

Although they were working desperately, their eyes revealed a clear sense of confusion.

"His teammates couldn't keep up with his thinking and couldn't understand his 'illusions'."

"He has to be a magician, a porter, and a bodyguard all at once."

"In this kind of situation, it comes down to who has the stronger stamina and who has the bigger 'fuel tank'."

"physical strength?"

Sakuragi Hanamichi, who hadn't spoken until now, suddenly leaned his big head closer, looking utterly foolish.

"That spiky-haired guy looks pretty fierce, how come he has no stamina?"

"And shouldn't you be invincible once you enter that Zone state?"

"Does using a special move require stamina?"

Sakuragi scratched his bald head, looking completely puzzled.

In his single-celled worldview.

Unleashed power = invincible = unlimited chakra.

Lin Bei's lips twitched as he looked at Sakuragi as if he were looking at a paramecium.

"Sakuragi".

"What? Your eyes are disgusting."

"Do you think everyone has the same physical strength as you?"

Lin Bei sighed and pointed to his temple.

"This thing burns brain cells and nerve reflexes."

"It's like when you take a math exam, you feel sleepy after doing just one question."

"Sendoh is currently doing calculus on one hand and sprinting a 100-meter dash on the other."

"If it were you..."

Lin Bei looked Sakuragi up and down, but didn't say anything.

"What?!"

Sakuragi's eyes widened, and then he flew into a rage.

"Don't look down on me!"

"This genius's brain has unlimited capacity!"

"Just some cheap chicken powder..."

"What is 'Wei Ji Fen' (味鸡粉)? Is it edible?"

Beside him, Rukawa Kaede coldly uttered two words: "Idiot."

"What did you say, you damned fox?!"

The two immediately started fighting.

Lin Bei ignored the two clowns and turned his gaze back to the arena, his eyes gradually sharpening.

"That's about it."

"That old fox, Amu, should have already smelled the blood."

……

On the field.

There are 3 minutes left in the game.

The score was 72-70.

Ryonan is leading by 2 points.

But this two-point advantage is teetering on the brink.

"Huff... huff..."

Sendoh felt as if his lungs were filled with shards of glass, and every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain.

The field of vision began to blur, and the originally clear "data stream" began to show intermittent noise.

The originally silky "illusion".

The game started to stutter and drop frames.