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

boom!

The loud thud of the basketball being swatted away still echoed in the air above the Hiroshima Stadium.

On the Xiangbei bench, Lin Bei suddenly stood up.

His usually languid eyes narrowed sharply, revealing a dangerous edge.

Lin Bei stared at the figure on the court wearing the number 9 jersey of the Mountain Kings, and laughed in exasperation.

"This is fucking..."

"Ultra Instinct, huh?"

Lin Bei cursed inwardly, his eyes more serious than ever before.

He never expected this.

Eiji Sawakita, the nation's number one, has such outrageous talent.

I only glanced at Rukawa Kaede's movements a few times to get a feel for the rhythm.

This guy actually learned "wildness" in actual combat!

That's right, it's wildness.

The aura emanating from Eiji Sawakita at this moment.

It's completely different from the style of playing that relied on extreme technique.

It was a cold, aloof, and raging aura devoid of any superfluous emotion.

Lin Bei immediately labeled Ze Bei's wildness in his mind.

White Wolf.

The look in that guy's eyes right now.

It's just like a lone wolf dwelling on a snow-capped mountain peak, patiently waiting for its prey to reveal a weakness.

Reclusive and calm.

One fatal blow.

Wolves don't need to think when hunting, nor do they care about your feints.

It relies purely on the most primitive senses of smell and hearing.

And muscle memory etched into your bones.

Zebei used his "white wolf" instincts to forcefully bite into Rukawa Kaede's visual blind spot in his "empty cicada" state!

This is truly a case of the cheater encountering a real cheater.

High up in the audience seating area.

Sendoh Akira gripped the iron railing in front of him tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands throbbing.

His signature nonchalant demeanor had long since shattered.

Instead, there was a shocking, bold, and powerful impact.

"What kind of international joke is this..." Sendoh muttered to himself, his voice trembling.

He knew all too well what this state meant.

Because it was his own wildness that allowed him to barely reach the threshold of the Zone.

That state of mind, where one abandons thought and completely surrenders the body to instinct, cannot be achieved through arduous practice.

This is pure talent domination!

"Sawakita Eiji, what kind of monster are you?" Sendoh gritted his teeth and let out a bitter laugh.

On the field, the brutal hunt continues.

Rukawa Kaede's chest heaved violently, and sweat poured down his chin.

He doesn't believe in superstitions!

He absolutely refused to let himself be made a fool of!

"Give me the ball!"

Rukawa Kaede growled at Miyagi Ryota.

Despite facing intense defensive pressure from Fukatsu Kazunari, Miyagi gritted his teeth and delivered a bounce pass.

The moment Rukawa caught the ball, a crimson light surged in his eyes.

Blood-red lightning bolts danced wildly in the corners of his eyes.

He forcibly maximized Zone's deep power.

Rukawa Kaede lowered his center of gravity, the basketball turning into a blur of afterimages at his fingertips.

The difference between extremely slow and extremely fast rhythms is once again stretched to the extreme.

"left!"

Rukawa Kaede's shoulder suddenly sank, his feint incredibly realistic.

Logically, in this blind spot of rhythm, the defender's brain simply doesn't have time to react.

However, Sawakita Eiji, who was standing in front of him, didn't even blink.

Zebei's white-eyed gaze wasn't on the ball, nor on the shoulder.

He was like a white wolf that had smelled blood.

One tenth of a second before Rukawa Kaede truly unleashed his power.

Relying on his animal instincts, Zebei moved half a step to the side ahead of time!

"Your feint was too obvious." Zebei's voice was ethereal yet cold.

Before he finished speaking, his long arm suddenly shot out like a sharp claw!

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

Rukawa Kaede's hand went empty, and his heart sank.

The ball is gone!

Like a white lightning bolt, Eiji Sawakita tore through Shohoku's defense in an instant, charging towards the basket on a solo sprint.

Facing an open basket, Zebei's jump exuded the ruthlessness of a lone wolf.

An easy layup, two points in!

The audience in the stands erupted in chaos.

"Holy crap! That was fast!"

"It's completely unstoppable!"

"Number one in the country! This is the real number one in the country!"

Rukawa stood frozen in place, his hands clenched into fists so tightly that his nails almost bled.

Twice in a row!

His prized Zone was like paper in the face of Zebei's wildness, easily torn apart.

The rhythm changed into slow motion in the eyes of the other person.

Despair, like a venomous snake, began to frantically gnaw at Rukawa's nerves.

Coach Anzai, standing on the sidelines, adjusted his reflective glasses.

A rare hint of seriousness flashed across that usually smiling, chubby face.

beep--!

The referee's whistle blew.

"Shohoku High School requests a substitution!"

All eyes immediately turned to the technical table.

Coach Anzai stood up, looked at Rukawa Kaede's stiff back, and sighed heavily.

"Rukawa Kaede, your heart is already in turmoil."

Coach Anzai's voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable authority.

He could see clearly that Rukawa Kaede's unbreakable confidence was crumbling little by little.

If we don't replace it soon, this stubborn fox's Dao heart will shatter into pieces.

That could be a psychological trauma that ruins a career.

Rukawa Kaede gritted his teeth, staring intently at Coach Anzai, his eyes filled with resentment.

"I haven't lost yet!" he squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.

"Alright, get down here, you stinky fox."

A lazy yet imposing voice came from the substitutes' bench.

Lin Bei casually ripped off his warm-up jacket and tossed it onto a chair.

He walked to the sidelines and patted Rukawa Kaede's taut shoulder.

"Stop stubbornly clinging to that."

"Your Zone is not perfect yet."

"That guy over there has figured you out."

Lin Bei chewed his gum, but his eyes were frighteningly cold.

Rukawa Kaede bit his lip hard, tasting the blood.

He glared at Lin Bei fiercely, then walked silently to the bench and covered his head with a towel.

Lin Bei stood on the sidelines, not in a hurry to go on the field.

He looked up and glanced at the electronic scoreboard in mid-air.

There are still fifteen minutes left in the game.

"System, personal panel," Lin Bei silently recited in his mind.

A deep blue light screen instantly popped open on the retina.

The stamina value column clearly shows "92".

Lin Bei quickly calculated in his mind.

"The current situation doesn't warrant going all in with our cards."

"No Zones, and no need for Kise's extremely physically demanding perfect imitations..."

"With my current physical condition, I can easily last ten minutes in a normal mode."

Ten minutes is enough!

That's enough to deal with this arrogant kid.

Along with the defenses that Sannoh was so proud of, they were completely crushed!

Lin Bei took a deep breath and calmly stepped onto the wooden floor.

"Lin Bei is on stage!"

In the stands, Kiyota Nobunaga from Hainan suddenly jumped up.

Mu Shenyi crossed his arms, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"Shohoku's other ace has finally decided to make his move."

"The real battle of the gods is only just beginning."

Lin Bei walked up to Ze Bei Rongzhi, the two of them no more than half a meter apart.

The air smelled so strong it was like it could explode at any moment.

Zebei slightly raised his chin, his white-glowing eyes staring coldly at Lin Bei.

"So, it's your turn to be the enemy's kill?"

Zebei's voice contained no sarcasm, only the coldness of stating the facts.

"idiot."

"I was hoping you could gloat a little longer."

Lin Bei's expression changed instantly.

If Lin Bei just now was a lazy lion...

Now, he has completely torn off his disguise!

"system!"

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