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

Sawakita Eiji stared intently at the retreating figure.

The white lightning in his eyes trembled violently under the crushing force of the five-colored divine thunder.

fear.

This top high school student in Japan experienced the fear of being dominated for the first time in his life.

But this emotion lasted only a second before it was forcibly suppressed by the will to survive.

"Impossible!"

Zebei roared wildly in his heart, his fists clenched tightly.

"He can't maintain this state for long!"

Having stepped through that door before, he knew all too well how terrifyingly demanding this state of being was on one's physical endurance.

That's practically a suicidal fighting style that pushes muscle fibers and brain computing power to their limits.

Opening just one zone is enough to dehydrate and exhaust top players within minutes.

What's more, it's about stacking four god-level buffs at the same time?

This is simply not something a human heart can withstand!

Hang in there!

Zebei took a deep breath and forced his pupils, which were about to dilate, to focus.

"If we can just hold out until he's exhausted, Sannoh will win!"

It was as if I could sense the ace's determination.

Inside the Hiroshima Arena, die-hard Sannoh fans erupted in a deafening roar.

"The Mountain King!"

"The Mountain King!"

The deafening sound surged into Zebei's body like a shot of adrenaline.

The flickering light in his eyes miraculously regained its footing under the home-field advantage.

It was even brighter than before.

This is the foundation of Sannoh Industrial, and also Zebei's trump card.

His Zone can sustain its momentum thanks to the fervor of the live audience.

"Come on, Lin Bei!"

Zebei lowered his center of gravity, like a lone wolf cornered in a desperate situation, staring intently at the tyrant who was advancing again.

"I'll see how long you can keep up this monstrous facade!"

However, Zebei guessed the beginning correctly, but he didn't guess the destructive power of those three minutes.

The next three minutes were nothing short of a brutal one-sided massacre for the entire Sannoh team.

Lin Bei completely transformed into the Grim Reaper on the court, going on a killing spree.

On the defensive end.

He used the Eye of the Gods to completely crush Fukatsu Kazunari's proud tactical system.

He made three interceptions based on anticipation and twice ruthlessly blocked Kawada's strong attacks under the basket.

The absolute power, mixed with purplish-black lightning, sent a chill down the spine of even the enormous Kawada.

Offensive end.

He treated Sannoh's defensive line like a road in the early morning.

Faced with Zebei's relentless close pursuit.

Lin Bei didn't bother with any unnecessary feints, and directly used the kind of fast, unpredictable dribbling that Aomine Daiki used to break through the defense with his first step.

Then, he completed a brutal tomahawk dunk over Kawada's head.

The last few tens of seconds.

The entire Sannoh team was so tormented that they began to question their very existence.

When Fukatsu gave it his all and passed the ball to Sawakita outside the three-point line.

Lin Bei appeared in front of him like a ghost.

"Your Zone is too slow."

This was accompanied by a completely emotionless sarcasm.

Lin Bei swung his long arm and precisely sliced ​​the basketball out of Ze Bei's hands.

Instead of a fast break, he casually rose up from two meters away from the three-point line.

A slight flick of the wrist, a flick of the fingertips.

The basketball traced a cold, deadly green arc through the air.

"Whoosh."

The crisp sound of the net being swished echoed throughout the stadium like the death knell.

The numbers on the scoreboard rolled relentlessly.

88:74.

The point difference has reached a devastating 14 points.

At the very instant the basketball swished through the net, the five-colored divine lightning that had been swirling in Lin Bei's eyes receded rapidly like a tide.

He stopped, his chest heaving noticeably.

Sweat dripped down his chin onto the wooden floor, splashing water.

"Beep—"

Lin Bei didn't wait for the ball to die; he immediately raised his right hand and gestured to the scorer's table to make a substitution.

The referee whistle blows.

The eyes of tens of thousands of spectators were fixed on the figure who put on his warm-up uniform and walked towards the bench.

The air seemed to freeze.

The scarlet numbers on the timer showed that there were six minutes and twelve seconds left until the end of the game.

If Shohoku can maintain their 14-point lead for the remainder of the game, they can dethrone the undefeated Sannoh.

Looking at Lin Bei's slightly tired back.

Zebei, who had been on edge the whole time, suddenly let out a long sigh of relief.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and burst out laughing.

This is the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe.

Although he had been relentlessly beaten down by Lin Bei, that monster, for the past three minutes, losing utterly and completely.

But so what?

Basketball is a team sport, and the ultimate winner will be Sannoh!

"Just a few points."

The white electric light in Zebei's eyes erupted with a terrifying gleam once more.

He turned to look at Rukawa Kaede in the Shohoku camp, his eyes regaining their aloof indifference.

"As long as that monster isn't on the field."

"For me, those 14 points can be wiped out in just a few minutes!"

The call to counterattack sounded at this moment.

Meanwhile, at the highest point of the stands.

Sendoh Akira watched Lin Bei walk towards the bench and sighed softly.

"Oh, what a pity."

He turned to look at Kenji Fujima beside him, his tone regretful.

"If Lin Bei leaves the game so early, then Xiangbei's miracle may have come to an end."

"In six minutes, facing a Sawakita who has opened the Zone, 14 points is simply not enough."

Fujima shook his head. "That's not right."

He stared intently at Lin Bei's expressionless profile, his tone resolute.

"That Lin Bei is definitely not someone who will admit defeat easily."

"Look at him, there's not a trace of panic about being forced out of the game."

"That effortless demeanor clearly showed that he had everything planned out."

Fujima took a deep breath and made his decision.

"He definitely has more cards up his sleeve."

On the other side of the stands, the Hainan University affiliated team.

Kiyota Nobunaga pointed at Lin Bei in the audience and started jumping up and down in a frenzy.

"What the hell?!"

"This guy's lasting power is so short!"

"I thought he was going to dominate and wipe out Sannoh in the last few minutes!"

Kiyota waved his arms exaggeratedly, his face full of disappointment.

"He only showed off for three minutes, and he's already done with it?"

"Going down to rest again?"

"Could he be suffering from kidney deficiency at such a young age?"

"Bang!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Kiyota received a solid thud on the head.

Maki Shinichi withdrew his fist with a dark face and stared at Kiyota, who was squatting on the ground, with an expression as if he were looking at an idiot.

"You don't know anything, shut up and watch properly."

Amu crossed his arms and looked serious.

"Zone itself is an extremely anti-human physiological state, burning life force every second."

"But Lin Bei just opened four at the same time!"

Amu's voice was filled with deep apprehension.

"For an ordinary person, let alone three minutes, their cerebral blood vessels would burst on the spot in ten seconds."

"It's a miracle that he was able to maintain that godlike state for a full three minutes and walk off the field unscathed."

At this point, Amu frowned deeply.

Their gazes fell on Rukawa Kaede, who was fighting alone on the field.

"only……"

"Shohoku's next game is going to be really tough."

"Without Lin Bei as our nuclear weapon, Shan Wang will definitely unleash all his anger on others."

"With just Rukawa Kaede who has only reached the threshold of Zone, he can't last more than a few rounds against the fully-formed Sawakita."

The Shohoku bench at this moment.

Lin Bei plopped back into his designated spot.

He stretched out his long legs with complete ease, took the dry towel that Ayako handed him, and casually draped it over his head.

Kiminobu Kogure has taken off his coat and is preparing to come on as a substitute.

Cai Zi squatted down next to Lin Bei, holding a tactical board, her delicate face filled with anxiety.

"Lin Bei, is it really okay for you to get involved so early?"

Ayako's voice trembled.

"Although we were leading by 14 points, Sannoh's momentum was not broken at all."

"Look at the way Zebei looks at you, he looks like he wants to eat you alive."

"I'm afraid Rukawa and his teammates... simply can't withstand this level of counterattack."

Hearing Ayako's question, Lin Bei not only didn't panic, but instead chuckled.

He picked up the bottle of mineral water, slowly unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp.

The cool liquid slid down my throat, dispelling the heat in my body.

Lin Bei leaned back lazily in his chair, not even bothering to glance at the scoreboard.

His deep eyes were fixed on the center of the court.

There, Rukawa Kaede's dead fish eyes were filled with bloodshot veins and resentment.

Meanwhile, in another corner on the sidelines.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, sporting a shaved red head, was clenching his fists tightly, his muscles trembling with intense desire.

Lin Bei looked at these two problem children who were both incredibly silly and stubborn.

A meaningful smile curved at the corner of his lips.

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Ayako and Coach Anzai's ears.

"What's the rush?"

Lin Bei slowly closed the water bottle.

"Some idiots just need to be taught a lesson."

"I always end up cleaning up their messes, so I've lost my sense of urgency."

"If you don't push him to the brink, if you don't let him experience despair..."

Lin Bei's smile deepened, his eyes revealing a knowing, playful glint.

"Just wait and see, the real show is just beginning."