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

"Hahaha! This is hilarious!"

Inside the Hiroshima Stadium, the memory of Sakuragi Hanamichi's iconic header that smashed the rim still lingers.

The laughter from the stands grew louder and louder, almost lifting the roof off.

However, at the other end of the field...

The atmosphere in the Sannoh Industrial team, which was about to leave the stage, was completely out of place with the revelry of the entire venue.

There wasn't a trace of a smile on Kawada's rugged face.

"Hey, Zebei."

Kawada lowered his voice, a barely perceptible hint of horror in his tone.

"You noticed that takeoff distance just now, didn't you?"

"If it were you,"

Okawada's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice deepened.

"Jumping from the free-throw line, can you touch the rim?"

The surrounding air pressure dropped sharply.

An eerie silence fell over the group of Sannoh, with Zebei at the center.

Kazunari Fukatsu tilted his head slightly, a rare flicker of emotion crossing his usually expressionless face.

one second.

two seconds.

Zebei stared at the glaring free throw line for a full three seconds.

He then slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his tone carrying a rare sense of frustration:

"How could that be... that's too much of a stretch."

"The altitude might be enough, but the gliding distance is definitely not enough."

"What exactly did that red-haired kid from Shohoku eat to grow up like that?"

Dahetian felt a chill run down his spine.

Even Sawakita, who is hailed as the top high school student, exclaimed that it was "outrageous".

That guy who looked like an idiot almost succeeded?

What kind of monster is Xiangbei hiding?

"Whoosh—"

Just as the members of the Sannoh group were slightly shaken, another commotion suddenly broke out in the audience.

"Holy crap! Look! Who's that?"

"Shohoku's number 16?"

"That ruthless guy who supposedly beat Toyotama to a pulp?"

"What's he trying to do? The warm-up time is almost over!"

At the players' tunnel, inside the Hainan University Affiliated Team.

Kiyota Nobunaga, who was originally laughing hysterically while clutching his stomach, now laughed like a rooster being strangled.

His laughter suddenly caught in his throat, and he began to cough violently.

"Ahem!"

"Amu... Amu-senpai! Look!"

Shinichi Maki ignored Kiyota's loss of composure.

He stared at the boy who was chewing gum, walking with an air of arrogance that seemed to disregard his own family, yet exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Step by step, we entered the center circle.

"He's on the field."

Maki Shinichi's voice was low, and deep in his eyes was an extreme sense of apprehension.

"That aura..."

Shinichiro, standing next to him, narrowed his eyes slightly, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"It's even more outrageous than during the county-level competition."

Lin Bei walked to the center of the field and stood still.

He ignored the babbling around him and slowly raised his head.

His gaze swept across the stands and precisely locked onto the VIP box next to the studio.

Although he couldn't see anyone clearly from the outside, Lin Bei knew exactly what was going on.

His stubborn father, who was as obstinate as a mule and kept clamoring to drag him back to inherit the family business, must be in there.

"Old man."

Lin Bei's lips curled into an arrogant smile, and his eyes flashed with a fierce and unruly light.

Want to see me make a fool of myself?

Want to see Shohoku terrified by Sannoh?

"Then open your eyes wide and watch carefully."

"Beep—!"

The referee on the sidelines finally came to his senses.

He had just put the whistle in his mouth, ready to shoo people away:

"Hey! Shohoku! Warm-up time is over..."

Before he could finish speaking, he met Lin Bei's gaze.

The referee froze in his tracks.

He glanced subconsciously at the timer on his wrist and swallowed the warning back.

He coughed twice tactically: "Ahem, there are only two minutes left before we have to clear the area... hurry up."

Lin Bei withdrew his gaze and turned his head away.

He looked at the red-haired monkey on the sidelines, who had buried its head in a towel and was exuding an aura of "social death".

"Hey, Sakuragi."

Lin Bei's voice was not loud.

Sakuragi Hanamichi felt a jolt run through his body.

"Master...Master..."

Sakuragi's voice was trembling with tears; he was so humiliated that he wanted to buy a standing-room-only ticket and escape from Earth overnight.

Lin Bei raised an eyebrow, and a dangerous purple light suddenly flashed deep within his pupils!

"Lift your head up."

With a sudden burst of force from his five fingers, the basketball thudded under the strain in his palm with a loud "bang".

"Watch closely."

"Master only teaches once!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Lin Bei made his move!

"Bang!"

Take the first step!

Lin Bei transformed into a blur, his speed was outrageous!

"So fast!"

Kiyota Nobunaga of Hainan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

At halftime of the match, Sawakita Eiji's expression suddenly changed.

Only three dribbles!

Lin Bei had already swept from the three-point line to the free-throw line like a whirlwind!

Without slowing down in the slightest! Without the slightest hesitation!

He stomped his right foot heavily on the exact same spot where Sakuragi had jumped earlier.

That spot, just half a foot inside the free throw line!

"Bang--!!!"

A terrifying reaction force instantly coursed through his entire body!

Linbei rose up from the flat ground!

If Sakuragi's jump just now was like a burning meteorite...

At that moment, Lin Bei's jump was like a heavy bomber forcibly breaking free from the earth's gravity!

Not only tall!

And it's far!

That absurd ability to stay airborne seemed to have put time on hold for a moment!

"What kind of international joke is this?!"

Masashi Okawada completely lost his composure, taking a step forward and staring intently at Lin Bei in mid-air.

"Another one?!"

"From which position should we jump?"

"This height is even more outrageous than that red-haired guy from before?!"

Sawakita Eiji was breathing rapidly, his hands clenched tightly:

"Are all these guys from Shohoku... physically that abnormal?!"

But the difference goes far beyond just the take-off height.

Lin Bei, mid-air, didn't pull the ball with one hand like Sakuragi, but instead... held the ball with both hands!

Even Fukatsu Kazusuke was stunned by what he saw.

Holding the ball with both hands means that it is extremely difficult to control the body's center of gravity.

You need overwhelming core strength to support this gliding distance that is beyond the norm!

The wind howled wildly in Lin Bei's ears.

The basketball hoop rapidly magnified in view.

Just as he reached the highest point of his flight, less than a meter from the basket!

Lin Bei's abdominal muscles suddenly contracted, unleashing a devastating strangulation force.

He twisted his body forcefully in mid-air!

180 degrees!

360 degrees!

It spun around in mid-air for a whole time!

"The hammer of destruction!"

With a roar from Lin Bei's heart.

The purple lightning in the corner of his eye exploded instantly.

The tangible purple aura transformed into a bolt of lightning that ripped through half the sky!

This is an era of miracles, the purest and most violent aesthetics of power!

Lin Bei swung the basketball with both hands, and the rotational force and hang time of his body, combined with Murasakibara Atsushi's overwhelming wrist strength, were perfectly integrated at this moment.

He was like a god of destruction descending upon the world.

Slam it down hard on that fragile basketball hoop!

"boom--!"

"Snap!!!"

That wasn't the sound of a basketball going through the net, but a teeth-grinding, metallic ripping sound!

A tremendous force was poured into the basket, and the support connecting the basket and the backboard twisted and deformed in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the tempered glass backboard simply could not withstand this devastating pulling force.

"Snap—crash!"

Shards of glass rained down from the sky like a torrential downpour!

"Bang!"

Lin Bei landed on both feet, bending his knees to cushion the impact.

Glass shards slowly fell around him.

The entire room fell silent.

It wasn't the kind of quiet that comes from being shocked into whispers.

It is a truly absolute silence, where even the sound of breathing completely disappears!

The entire audience, Aida Yayoi in the stands, and all the Hainan players in the player tunnel.

Even Sannoh Industrial, which is hailed as the undefeated king.

Everyone was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

They stared in disbelief at the tall figure in the center of the field.

There were no cheers, no screams.

The shock has completely robbed them of their ability to speak out.

The bright orange basketball had already rolled to the side.

In his hand, he was tightly gripping a red metal basket that had been uprooted!

Above the basketball hoop, all that remained was a bare metal plate and shards of glass scattered on the ground.

"Gulp."

On the Shohoku bench.

Takenori Akagi swallowed hard, his eyes practically popping out of his head.

"Put...put the basketball hoop..."

Miyagi Ryota's legs went weak, and his tongue twisted in knots.

Rukawa Kaede's narrow, fox-like eyes widened as he stared intently at the basketball hoop in Lin Bei's hand, forgetting even to breathe.

As for Sakuragi Hanamichi, who just felt ashamed to face anyone...

At that moment, his jaw was agape wide enough to fit an ostrich egg, and he was completely unaware that snot was dripping onto his lips.

All that was running through my mind was a million "Holy shit!"s.

Sannoh's halftime.

"monster……"

Okawada Masashi murmured to himself.

He looked down at his own thick, muscular arms, which he was so proud of.

This was the first time I experienced what "dimensional reduction attack" meant.

Sawakita Eiji stood frozen in place, his back completely soaked with cold sweat.

Is this a high school student?

This is a C-level team?!

Inside the VIP box.

A middle-aged man stared wide-eyed.

Looking at his son on the sidelines, holding the basketball hoop with one hand, he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

In this suffocating silence.

Lin Bei flicked the glass shards off his wrist.

He turned around to face the stunned referee and the more than 20,000 faces in the stadium that looked like they'd seen a ghost.

The originally violent and arrogant aura instantly subsided completely.

He casually tossed the heavy iron basket onto the floor like it was scrap metal, making a crisp "clang" sound.

Then, Lin Bei raised his right hand and scratched the back of his head.

He revealed an extremely harmless, even somewhat innocent, smile.

"Ah... I'm sorry."

Lin Bei shrugged, his tone as casual as if he had accidentally stepped on an ant.

"I accidentally used too much force."

He pointed to the wreckage on the ground and grinned.

"How much? I'll pay."