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

Sakuragi grinned, his smile extremely arrogant.

Akagi was taken aback when he heard the term "Kongo Brothers".

Then, a look of extreme satisfaction appeared on his tough-guy face.

He slammed his fist into his chest, making a dull thud.

"That goes without saying!!" Akagi roared to the sky.

The two beasts in Shohoku's inside game achieved a complete spiritual resonance at this moment.

On the other side, Mikio, who had retreated to the free-throw line, had just gotten his footing.

Kawada walked up to him and slapped Mikio's round head with his large, fan-like hand without any hesitation.

A crisp "snap" sound.

"Keep up the good work! Maintain that momentum!" Kawada ordered fiercely.

Miki covered her head, which was throbbing from the slap, but dared not utter a single complaint.

"Yes, brother!"

He nodded emphatically.

He bent down again, assuming a defensive stance.

The pace of the game was stretched to a suffocating limit at this moment.

In Shohoku's half, Ryota Miyagi had already received the inbound pass from the baseline.

Lin Bei stood outside the three-point line, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"The real show has only just begun," Lin Bei thought to himself with a smirk.

A counterattack storm from Shohoku is quietly brewing.

Ryota Miyagi dribbled the ball forward at an extremely fast pace, like an orange lightning bolt slicing through the half of the court.

Kazunari Fukatsu remains ever-present.

The suffocating defensive pressure attempted to disrupt Shohoku's rhythm.

But Miyagi didn't fight head-on; instead, he made a subtle bounce pass.

The ball landed precisely in Lin Bei's hands.

The moment Lin Bei received the ball, the entire Sannoh defense was forcibly drawn to him.

Sawakita Eiji clung to him like a leech.

Those white-glowing eyes were fixed on Lin Bei's shoulder.

"You think you can stop Miki with that red-haired monkey?" Zebei said coldly.

Lin Bei didn't even look at him directly, but controlled the ball with his left hand, slightly lowering his center of gravity.

"Do all the people of Sannoh talk so much nonsense?"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Bei's body suddenly started moving.

The unpredictable dribbling style brought by the Aomine Daiki template was fully demonstrated at this moment.

The ball blurred between Lin Bei's legs and fingertips.

His starting speed was so fast that it completely defied the laws of human muscle exertion.

Zebei's animalistic instincts kicked in, and he did his best to slide to the left to block.

But Lin Bei forcibly twisted his ankle at an extremely unreasonable angle.

The immense friction left a charred mark on the floor from the sneakers.

Lin Bei, like a raging leopard tearing through the night, forcefully brushed past Ze Bei's right side.

"So fast!"

Zebei's eyes widened in surprise; he didn't even have time to turn around.

Lin Bei drove into the paint and ran head-on into Kawada, who was coming over to help defend.

Kawada spread his arms wide, like a wall of sighs.

He tried to block all of Lin Bei's shooting routes.

"Don't even think about going there!" Kawada roared.

Lin Bei burst out laughing as he suddenly stopped at high speed.

Completely ignoring physical inertia, Lin Bei's wrist flicked slightly in the extremely small space.

A behind-the-back pass without looking, the ball spinning sharply, went straight past Kawada's waist.

"What?!" Kawada thought to himself, "This is bad."

Inside the paint, Sakuragi Hanamichi had already eagerly secured his position.

Behind him stood Mikio Kawata, a figure as imposing as a mountain.

Mikio tried to use his weight to push Sakuragi out of the restricted area again.

But to his astonishment, he discovered that the red-haired boy, whom he had just easily pushed away, was now rooted to the floor.

"Why can't I push it anymore..." Miki's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Sakuragi gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

He thoroughly mastered the "toilet defense method" that Lin Bei taught him.

He shifted his weight to the extreme, concentrating all his power on his lower body and back.

"Fat pig, don't get too cocky!"

With a loud shout, Sakuragi caught Lin Bei's pass but did not choose to force a move.

His clever mind flashed back to what Akagi had just said.

The opponent is moving slowly!

Sakuragi suddenly feinted, his right shoulder dropping.

He made a fake move to drive to the right and attack the basket.

As expected, Miki fell for the trap, and her clumsy body hurriedly moved to the right.

But his enormous weight became his biggest burden.

The inertia prevented him from braking immediately.

It's now!

Sakuragi Hanamichi quickly regained his balance, using his left foot as a pivot.

He completed an incredibly smooth turn with effortless grace.

The enormous red figure instantly swept past Mikio's clumsy defenses.

Under Mikio's desperate gaze, Sakuragi's legs seemed to be fitted with high-pressure springs, and he suddenly rose up from the ground.

His body stretched out to its fullest extent in mid-air, raising the basketball high above his head with both hands.

It was a posture full of primal, violent aesthetics and wild tension.

"Get in here, you genius!!"

Accompanied by Sakuragi's ear-shattering roar.

He slammed the basketball into the hoop with all his might.

"Clang!!!"

The dull thud of a powerful dunk echoed through the Hiroshima Arena.

The entire basketball hoop shook violently and groaned under the impact.

Xiangbei 22:14 Mountain King.

Sakuragi Hanamichi hung on the basket with both hands, his legs swinging forward due to the enormous inertia.

He straddled Mikio's head.

At that moment, the brilliance of the red-haired genius stung the eyes of all the Sannoh supporters.

The Shohoku bench erupted in cheers, with towels and water bottles being wildly waved into the air.

"Well done, Sakuragi!!" Kogure's voice cracked with excitement.

Rukawa Kaede sat on the bench, a glint of fighting spirit flashing in his one exposed eye.

He muttered under his breath, "You got lucky, you idiot."

On the court, Takenori Akagi excitedly ran towards the inside.

As soon as Sakuragi Hanamichi landed, Akagi slapped him hard on the back with a loud "smack".

"Good lad! That's the spirit!"

Sakuragi stumbled from the slap and turned to glare at Akagi with displeasure.

"Feeding a gorilla? Are you trying to kill this genius?!"

"But wasn't that dunk by this genius just awesome? Hahaha!"

Sakuragi put his hands on his hips and laughed arrogantly to the sky.

Sendoh Akira, standing in the stands, narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of admiration in his gaze.

"What an amazing ability to adapt."

"In just one round, he found a way to deal with absolute power," Sendoh murmured softly.

Yayoi Aida frantically pressed the shutter button in the press box, her whole body trembling with excitement.

"This is incredible! Is this the resilience of Shohoku High School?!"

"Even Kawata Mikio couldn't completely dominate the paint; this game was truly a battle of gods!"

On the bench of Sannoh Industrial, a crack finally appeared on Coach Goro Domoto's composed face.

He pushed up his glasses and fixed his gaze on Lin Bei and Sakuragi.

"Shohoku's number 16 has an unconventional passing vision..."

"And then there's number 10's terrifying learning ability and explosive power."

Domoto Goro took a deep breath and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"It seems we'll have to resort to drastic measures."