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

"Beep—!"

The piercing whistle, like a sharp knife, abruptly severed the deathly silence of the stadium.

The referee's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he was about to rush over to issue a card while holding his whistle in his mouth.

However, before he could even make a gesture or call out the foul number, he was caught off guard.

One hand was already raised high.

Lin Bei stood under the basket, his expression as calm as if he were doing morning exercises.

He didn't even bother to look at the referee, simply waving his "murderous" right hand casually.

"My foul."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling calmness.

The referee was stunned.

The words "malicious foul" that were just about to come out of his mouth were swallowed back down.

After blowing the whistle for so many years, this is the first time someone has been able to so confidently "confess" after hitting someone.

Lin Bei lowered his hand, his gaze drifting lightly to the floor.

Nan Lie was curled up like a cooked shrimp, convulsing in pain.

Lin Bei only used 30% of his strength when he delivered that elbow strike to the heart.

Bajiquan emphasizes penetrating force.

If he really went all out, Nan Lie would break more than just a few ribs; his chest cavity would collapse.

They might just send him away on the spot, and the whole village would have a feast.

"You should be grateful."

Lin Bei walked to the stretcher and looked down at Nan Lie, whose face was pale and whose bangs were soaked with cold sweat.

There was not a trace of pity in his eyes, only the cold indifference of looking at trash.

"If we hadn't been on the court, you would be dead by now."

Nan Lie was in so much pain that his teeth chattered and his lips trembled, unable to utter a single word.

That suffocating feeling of being on the verge of death still felt like an invisible hand, tightly gripping his heart.

For a moment just now, he really thought he was going to meet the King of Hell.

"asshole!"

The Toyotama players around them finally realized what was happening and surrounded them with bloodshot eyes.

But strangely, no one dared to actually step within three steps of Lin Bei.

That look in his eyes was so fierce.

Like a ferocious beast that has just torn its prey apart, it is lazily picking its teeth; whoever gets close will die.

Kishimoto Minori's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, veins bulged on her neck, and a low, beast-like growl escaped her throat:

"You..."

"Shut up."

Lin Bei turned his head, his gaze sweeping across Kishimoto's distorted face like a blade.

He then looked around at the Toyotama group, who were shocked, angry, and fearful.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"This is what happens."

Lin Bei pointed at Nan Lie, who was being carried onto a stretcher like a dead dog, his voice icy cold:

"Want to play dirty on the basketball court? This is the price you pay."

"If you choose to be a villain, you must be prepared to be crushed by even more villainous people."

The entire room fell silent.

Only the "rolling" sound of the stretcher wheels rolling across the floor seemed particularly jarring.

Even the spectators in the stands forgot to breathe.

That's outrageous.

That's too ruthless.

But when Lin Bei said these words, they carried a convincing and domineering logic.

Use violence to control violence.

This is Lin Bei's basketball philosophy.

It can cure all kinds of dissatisfaction.

On the sidelines, Coach Anzai adjusted his reflective glasses and stood up at the opportune moment.

The electronic buzzer sounded.

"Shohoku requests a substitution!"

Lin Bei showed no hesitation and turned to walk towards the sidelines.

mission completed.

Nan Lie has left the stage, and Feng Yu's fangs have been removed.

What remains are nothing more than a pack of stray dogs who have lost their alpha wolf; they are nothing to fear.

Passageway entrance.

A tall, slender figure had been waiting for some time.

Rukawa Kaede's left eye was covered with a thick bandage.

In his remaining right eye, a flame was flickering wildly.

That was a fighting spirit that had been suppressed to the extreme.

The two crossed paths at the sideline.

No unnecessary words.

Lin Bei raised his hand.

Rukawa Kaede raised his hand.

"Snapped!"

A crisp clapping sound rang out.

"It's up to you now."

Lin Bei didn't stop walking, and his voice drifted into Rukawa Kaede's ears, "Don't embarrass Shohoku."

Rukawa Kaede did not turn around.

He strode onto the field and coldly uttered two words:

"Too verbose."

Lin Bei walked to the bench, plopped down in a chair, and acted like a big shot.

Ayako quickly handed him a towel and water, looking at him with a complicated expression:

"You were...really scary just now, like a killer."

Lin Bei took the water, tilted his head back, and gulped down a mouthful, his Adam's apple bobbing, revealing a hint of wildness.

"Evil people need to be dealt with by other evil people."

He pulled the towel over his head, concealing the sharpness in his eyes, and his voice came out in a muffled tone:

"You can't reason with a rabid dog; you have to break its teeth before it learns how to wag its tail."

On the field, the game continued.

Without Nanlie, Fengyu felt extremely oppressed, like a pressure cooker about to explode.

Kishimoto Minori's eyes were bloodshot as she stared intently at Rukawa Kaede, who had just entered the arena.

"One-eyed dragon..."

He gritted his teeth, his anger desperately needing an outlet.

The monster went down.

They replaced him with a cripple who's blind in one eye?

Who is Shohoku trying to humiliate?!

Give me the ball!

Kishimoto roared at Itakura, who was serving the ball.

Itakura hurriedly passed the ball over.

Kishimoto received the ball and, without making any adjustments, charged towards Shohoku's restricted area like a runaway tank.

He needs to score.

He wants to destroy Shohoku's defenses.

He wants to prove that Fengyu hasn't lost yet!

Rukawa stood a step inside the three-point line, expressionless as he watched Kishimoto rush towards him.

My left eye's field of vision was completely black.

The sense of distance has indeed been affected.

but……

"There."

Lin Bei's mocking words in the locker room echoed in his mind.

Are your ears just for show?

Close your eyes and listen.

The world seemed to have been muted, and the noise faded away.

The floor was vibrating.

The sound of sneakers rubbing together.

Rapid breathing.

In Rukawa's perception, the world became clearer than ever before, as if a full-view perspective had been revealed.

A faint red lightning bolt sizzled past the corner of Rukawa Kaede's only remaining right eye.

Kishimoto rushed in front of him, making a sharp change of direction, attempting to attack Rukawa's left blind spot.

"Go to hell!"

Kishimoto roared and jumped, ready to dunk on the one-eyed man.

Mu Shenyi, standing in the stands, frowned slightly: "Too reckless."

Kiyota Nobunaga shouted, "That guy can't see to the left! This ball is bound to go in!"

Just when everyone thought Rukawa Kaede would break through.

Rukawa Kaede moved.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Without the slightest hesitation.

He didn't even turn his head to look to his left, as if he had eyes there.

As if driven by instinct, his left hand shot out like lightning.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound rang out, shattering the atmosphere.

As the basketball was rising, it was precisely slammed onto the backboard by a large hand.

A spiked hat!

Kishimoto's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

How is that possible?!

He clearly can't see to the left!

This unscientific!

Rukawa landed and caught the basketball with one hand.

He glanced coldly at Kishimoto, whose face was completely blank, with his right eye.

"Too slow."

Before he could finish speaking, Rukawa had already started.

It transformed into a streak of crimson lightning, instantly tearing apart Feng Yu's fragile defenses.

Quick attack!

Daijiro Itakura chased back desperately, trying to interfere with Rukawa's layup attempt.

"Don't even think about scoring!"

Itakura lunged at us from the right, his massive body like a wall.

Rukawa Kaede suddenly stopped while traveling at high speed.

The sneakers screeched as they rubbed against the floor—"Squeak!!"

Itakura couldn't brake in time and went over the line, looking like a clumsy clown.

Rukawa catches the ball and jumps.

Her posture was beautiful, textbook-perfect.

Gently flick your wrist.

"Whoosh!"

The basketball swished through the net, the splashing sound pleasant and melodious.