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

on the field.

The match completely devolved into a one-man show by Eiji Sawakita.

Shohoku launches an attack.

Rukawa had just received the pass from Miyagi and hadn't even had time to get into a triple threat position.

"Snapped!"

A slender hand had appeared in his blind spot without him even noticing.

The exact spot was on the side of the basketball.

Steal!

"Damn it!"

Rukawa Kaede's eyes were bloodshot as he chased after him like a madman.

But Zebei's speed was as fast as lightning.

Amid cheers from the crowd, he leaped high and completed a visually stunning tomahawk dunk!

"boom!"

The basketball hoop shook violently, groaning under the strain.

68 is better than 72!

"Too weak."

Zebei turned around and looked at Rukawa Kaede, who was panting heavily.

There was no contempt in his eyes, only a superior pity.

"Your rhythm, in my eyes now, is like a joke."

Rukawa Kaede's body trembled violently.

His pride and his ambition are being ruthlessly crushed bit by bit by Zebei.

Give me the ball!

Rukawa roared at Miyagi, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.

"Rukawa, calm down!" Miyagi shouted anxiously.

But Rukawa Kaede was no longer listening.

He took the ball, and the red lightning in his eyes flashed wildly as he pushed "Empty Cicada" to its limit.

Extremely slow!

Extremely fast!

Blind spots!

Rukawa made three extremely realistic feints in a row, then suddenly jumped up, preparing to forcefully pull up for a three-pointer.

"This shot is guaranteed to go in!"

However, when he leaped to the highest point, full of hope and ready to make his move, he was met with despair.

Sawakita Eiji was already waiting there.

Zebei was like someone who had jumped ahead of time, stretched out his palm ahead of time, and was waiting there in advance.

"Snapped!"

A massive, incredibly loud, and brutally powerful hot pot!

The basketball was slammed hard onto the floor and bounced out of bounds.

The entire venue erupted in a frenzy of excitement once again!

"The gap is too big..."

Sendoh, standing in the stands, rubbed his temples. "That's not even in the same dimension."

On the sidelines, Lin Bei frowned slightly as he watched Rukawa Kaede, who was almost swallowed by despair.

"Rukawa Kaede, that kid, has pretty good resilience."

"But facing such a dimensional reduction attack, one's Dao heart is probably going to collapse."

Lin Bei stood up, stretched out a big yawn, and his bones cracked and popped.

He glanced at the timer; there were ten minutes left in the game.

"Prepare to make a substitution early, coach."

Lin Bei's gaze swept over the rising star, Ze Bei Rongzhi.

Deep within those dark eyes, it seemed as if a sleeping prehistoric beast was slowly opening its eyes.

"A lone ace, huh?" Lin Bei's lips curled up.

"Then I'll see if your trump card can withstand the tyrant."

……

"Got it!"

Kazunari Fukatsu uttered a few words expressionlessly.

He pushed the ball with both hands, and it shot through Xiangbei's defense like a cannonball.

At this moment, in the half of the Sannoh field, there was only one figure as fast as lightning.

That was Eiji Sawakita.

To everyone at Sannoh Industrial, Zebei was an absolute god on the field at that moment.

Domoto Goro sat on the coach's bench, his hands crossed under his chin, his eyes gleaming with fervor.

"This is our trump card, once he enters that mysterious realm, the entire high school basketball world will be invincible."

Masashi Kawata sneered as he positioned himself inside the paint.

"Ze Bei, that guy, is usually a nuisance."

"But when he gets serious, the level of pressure he exudes makes even my scalp tingle."

In mid-air, Sawakita received a pass from Fukatsu without even glancing at the basket.

His body stretched out to its limit in the air, like a fully drawn bow.

Rukawa Kaede jumped with all his might behind him, but his fingertips couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

"boom--"

A powerful, back-to-the-basket dunk slammed into the basket.

The rim groaned violently, and the numbers on the scoreboard jumped relentlessly.

68:74.

The point difference widened to six points.

"Beep—Shohoku requests a substitution!"

The referee's whistle pierced the almost frenzied cheers inside the Hiroshima Arena.

Rukawa Kaede landed stiffly on the floor, his rapid breathing like a broken-down engine working at full throttle.

He didn't look back at the aloof Zebei.

He gritted his teeth and dragged his leaden legs toward the bench.

"Well done."

A lazy voice rang out from in front of the technical table.

Lin Bei, wearing Shohoku's white warm-up uniform, calmly watched Rukawa Kaede walk off the court.

Rukawa Kaede paused, his lifeless eyes filled with bloodshot veins, and his voice became terribly hoarse.

"I couldn't stop him."

"Of course you can't stop it, because you've only touched the doorknob."

"And that monk-headed man had already kicked the door open and walked in."

Lin Bei reached out and patted Rukawa Kaede on the shoulder.

He could feel the body trembling violently from muscle exhaustion.

"However, the fact that you managed to push him to this point with only a half-step Zone is already barely passing."

"Next, open your eyes wider."

Lin Bei casually ripped off his warm-up clothes and tossed them to Cai Zi, who was standing nearby.

The No. 16 jersey, symbolizing the core of Shohoku, was completely exposed to the air.

"Developing Zone is not as simple as just opening a door."

"Today I'll be merciful and show you what I'm capable of for free."

What kind of scene lies at the end of that door?

Rukawa Kaede's pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously clenched the towel in his hand.

Lin Bei walked onto the court with extremely casual steps.

His appearance brought a brief silence to the previously bustling stadium.

Even the insults from Sannoh supporters subsided at this moment.

That tyrant who single-handedly defeated Toyotama and struck fear into the hearts of countless strong teams.

Is he finally going to take over the game ahead of schedule?

Sawakita Eiji stood outside the three-point line, his eyes flashing with a cold and pure white electric light.

He looked at Lin Bei, who had walked up to him, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"You've finally decided to go on stage, Lin Bei."

"What's wrong? Did you finally break down and couldn't sit still after seeing your teammates get crushed like monkeys by me?"

Zebei's voice had lost its usual liveliness, carrying a cold indifference that looked down on all living beings from a high dimension.

"However, your presence on the field now won't change anything."

"I have also achieved that so-called state of being above ordinary people that you described."

"In fact, I'm more suited to this field than you are, so you're no match for me right now."

Lin Bei stopped, less than half a meter away from Ze Bei.

"yes."

"Let's wait and see."

Lin Bei lazily picked at his ear, completely ignoring Ze Bei's intimidating aura.

Then, he turned his head slightly to the side.

His gaze swept over Rukawa Kaede on the sidelines and Sakuragi Hanamichi, who was standing in the paint panting.

"Hey, red-haired monkey, and that stinky fox over there."

"The next scene will be very short because it consumes too much mana."

"So I'll only demonstrate it once."

"I will give it my all."

"You two idiots had better open your eyes like saucers."

"Watch carefully and learn well."