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

Rukawa landed, turned around to defend, and didn't even glance at the basket.

A real man never looks back at a goal.

The whole process was so smooth and seamless, as if the left eye covered by gauze never existed.

"Is...is this really an injured person?"

Someone in the audience muttered to themselves, their jaw practically dropping in astonishment.

A Shen from the Hainan team pushed up his glasses, his voice filled with undisguised shock:

"His movements... are more concise than before, eliminating all unnecessary and wasteful movements."

Mu Shen nodded, his gaze deep:

"Did depriving him of his sight awaken his wild instincts?"

"He...he's already halfway through that door."

"What exactly did Lin Bei do to him in the locker room?"

"Has it been blessed?!"

Lin Bei, standing by the court, lifted a corner of his towel.

Watching Rukawa Kaede's retreating figure, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Not bad at all."

"Although it's still just a stupid fox."

……

Back on the court.

Kishimoto Minori was panting heavily like a broken bellows, beads of sweat splattering onto the wooden floor.

With Nan Lie absent, the entire burden of Feng Yu's offensive rests on his shoulders.

"Give me the ball!"

Kishimoto roared angrily, his eyes red. Itakura Daijiro quickly threw the ball to him.

As Kishimoto received the ball and turned halfway, Akagi Takenori loomed over him like a black iron tower.

"Get the hell out of my way!"

Kishimoto gritted his teeth and forced a jump shot, but his power was clearly diminished.

With a loud "bang".

The basketball hit the rim and flew out of control.

"Rebounding is this genius's forte!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi suddenly leaped from the ground, firmly clamping the ball in mid-air with one hand.

The moment he landed, he yelled, "Hey, you! Catch!"

The ball transformed into an orange lightning bolt, precisely tearing apart half the field.

Rukawa Kaede calmly controlled the ball halfway through the game.

"You stinky fox, this isn't for you!" Sakuragi Hanamichi shouted.

Kishimoto and Itakura, like two mad dogs, flanked him from the left and right, their eyes bloodshot.

"Get him!"

Kishimoto almost ground his back teeth to powder.

Feng Yu's reputation must not be humiliated by a one-eyed cripple!

But Rukawa Kaede suddenly stopped outside the three-point line.

Without pressing the accelerator, my whole body felt strangely relaxed, as if my bones had been removed.

The dribbling motion was slowed down tenfold.

The basketball slowly bounced off the floor and then slowly bounced back into the palm of the hand, as if it were playing in slow motion.

Kishimoto's gaze was completely drawn to the slow-moving basketball.

Even the rhythm of my breathing unconsciously slowed down by half a beat.

"What on earth is this kid doing?" Itakura was sweating profusely.

"Whatever they're doing, let's just do it!" Kishimoto, in a moment of impulsiveness, pounced on them like a hungry tiger.

In that split second, a truly bizarre scene unfolded!

In Kishimoto's retina, Rukawa Kaede, along with the ball, had vanished into thin air!

There was no afterimage, no warning.

It's as if it was forcibly removed from three-dimensional space.

Kishimoto stumbled upon nothing but air and nearly strained his back.

He turned his head blankly and looked around.

Rukawa Kaede had appeared behind him without him noticing, calmly raising the ball and aiming at the basket.

"What the hell?!"

Kishimoto felt a chill run down his spine; his CPU had simply overheated.

Did I just zone out?

Or is this kid using a Flash cheat?!

Toyotama's center, Miki Iwata, pounced on the ball like a bear to block it: "Don't even think about scoring!"

Rukawa Kaede didn't even lift his eyelids, but flicked his wrist slightly.

Iwata's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; he swore he had been staring intently at Rukawa's hand the whole time.

The scene of the basketball leaving the fingertips was actually "skipped"!

In the previous frame, the ball was still in his hand.

In the next frame, the ball is already floating in mid-air.

The flight path in the middle looks like the code has been forcibly deleted by a hacker.

"Whoosh—"

A crisp, hollow sound rang out as the wire entered the net.

Iwata stood there like a log under the basket, looking utterly bewildered.

He felt like he had just watched a low-quality movie with frame drops, and that the most crucial frame had been completely cut off.

"Beep—Goal is valid!"

The referee's whistle broke the silence.

The entire audience fell silent for a full three seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a roar erupted from the stands that nearly blew the roof off.

"Holy crap! What just happened?!"

"How did he get there? Did he teleport?"

"Coach, I'm reporting this guy! He's using cheats, teleporting!"

The audience held their heads and went on a rampage.

This visually shocking revelation of the fundamental principles of physics has shattered everyone's worldview.

On the bench, Lin Bei sat calmly, casually tapping his knee with his fingers.

"The human brain processes visual information and converts it into action commands, with a neural delay of about a fraction of a second," he said abruptly.

Ayako looked completely bewildered: "Speak like a human being."

"Simply put, when an extremely slow pace is suddenly switched to an extremely fast pace that exceeds the limits, this huge information gap will directly overwhelm the opponent's brain's processing capacity."

Lin Bei chuckled lightly, "To put it simply, it means the opponent's visual cortex has crashed."

He pointed at Rukawa Kaede on the field: "That extremely fast breakthrough scene was so fast that Kishimoto's brain treated it as junk and deleted it."

"Just like when you watch a movie, if the gap between two frames is too large, your eyes will feel a stutter, as if a part is missing in the middle."

Lin Bei shifted to a more comfortable "Ge You slouch" position and made the final decision:

"Rukawa Kaede is deliberately creating this kind of visual bug, causing his opponent to 'blur out' at crucial moments."

"This is his Zone, which I call: Empty Cicada."

The substitutes on the sidelines swallowed hard, feeling their worldviews had been completely shattered.

"A visual bug created intentionally?"

"Force your opponent to lose their memory?"

"That's outrageous!"

Coach Anzai chuckled and pushed up his reflective glasses: "Lin Bei, you've given him a knife that can 'kill' people."

The camera cuts back to the stands.

Mu Shen gripped the railing tightly with both hands, veins bulging on the back of his hands: "This can't be explained simply by speed."

Jin Soichiro gasped, "He actually uses the limits of human physiology as a weapon?"

Mu Shen nodded solemnly: "Defenders will have the illusion that time has been 'erased,' which is practically a dimensional reduction attack."

Kiyota Nobunaga's legs went weak, and he slumped into a chair, muttering to himself, "What the hell is this? How am I supposed to defend myself?"

At the highest point of the stands, the entire team of King Sannoh Industrial looked down quietly at the stadium.

Domoto Goro crossed his arms, his tone enigmatic: "Have you figured it out yet?"

Kazunari Fukatsu maintained his poker face: "Switching between extremely fast and extremely slow bugs."

Sawakita Eiji licked his lips, his eyes filled with a fervent, predatory excitement.

"That's interesting."

"It can actually create the illusion of deleting time."

Masashi Kawata stroked his chin, but his gaze bypassed Rukawa and was fixed on Lin Bei on the sidelines:

"It should be related to that guy named Lin Bei."

Domoto Goro nodded in deep agreement:

"Shohoku is a tough nut to crack..."

"It's harder than I expected."