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

"Boom—"

A muffled clap of thunder ripped through the sky, and torrential rain poured down.

Large raindrops pounded furiously against the glass dome of the stadium, making a crackling sound.

However, this cold rain, enough to extinguish the entire city, could not suppress the volcano about to erupt inside the Hiroshima Stadium.

The heatwave was raging above the stadium.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Sawakita Eiji rhythmically dribbled the basketball.

He was breathing deeply, and the blinding white light in his eyes was leaping with a greedy intensity.

Rukawa Kaede hunched over, his dead fish eyes fixed on the other's shoulder.

Sweat dripped down his pale chin and onto the floor.

My energy is completely depleted.

"Rukawa Kaede, you are indeed a rare genius." Zebei suddenly spoke, his voice icy cold.

"But from this moment on, I'm in charge of this stadium!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zebei's center of gravity suddenly slumped to the left without warning.

"Don't even think about it!"

Rukawa bit his lip, relying on instinct, and forcefully moved sideways to block the attack.

Just as their bodies were about to collide.

Zebei burst out laughing.

"Too slow."

He managed to complete a behind-the-back hand switch while moving at high speed.

Accompanied by the sharp screech of sneakers rubbing against the floor.

Zebei transformed into a white lightning bolt, grazing past Rukawa's right rib in one step!

Rukawa Kaede felt a chill run down his spine.

As he turned around, he felt a gust of wind sweep past.

Sawakita Eiji has already fought his way into an uninhabited area.

Facing Akagi Takenori's help defense, he pulled up in mid-air and deftly lobbed the ball.

The basketball spun halfway around the rim and then obediently fell into the net.

"Whoosh."

The scoreboard flips. 88 to 76. Only 12 points behind.

"Well done, Sawakita!"

"Just crush them! Let Shohoku know who's in charge!"

"The mountain king must win!"

The Sannoh fans in the stands were completely wild, their deafening cheers almost lifting the roof off.

Amidst this overwhelming roar, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Just moments ago, Zebei was pale and panting from forcibly opening the Zone, but now he had his eyes closed.

He opened his arms as if to receive a baptism.

The violent heaving of his chest began to subside.

The face, pale from exhaustion, miraculously regained some color.

Even the white lightning in his eyes seemed to have grown thicker.

The depleted physical strength is slowly recovering amidst the fervent cheers!

All of this, naturally, did not escape the eyes of the man on the sidelines.

Lin Bei leaned back lazily in his chair, his long legs casually draped over his shoulders.

He was fiddling with a half-empty bottle of mineral water, seemingly resting with his eyes closed.

In fact, hidden in the shadow of the towel, a dazzling bright yellow light was surging in his deep eyes.

That's Ryota Kise's signature skill—"Perfect Imitation"!

This yellow light, like a scanner, locked onto Sawakita Eiji, who was enjoying the cheers on the field.

"Interesting... This is extremely interesting."

Lin Bei chuckled to himself.

During this time, he saw many people's zones.

For example, Akira Sendoh's azure zone called "Magic Illusion," which seems to create illusions.

For example, Shinichi Maki's Purple Gold Zone "Emperor Engine" relies on the team's capabilities.

There's even Rukawa Kaede's pink Zone "Empty Cicada," which is still in the exploratory stage and trying to create a visual blind spot.

But in Lin Bei's view, these Zones are still in their initial stages and offer him very limited help.

After all, in terms of destructive power, he holds the templates of those freaks from the Generation of Miracles, which allows him to completely crush them in every way.

However, Eiji Sawakita's Zone is completely different!

Lin Bei greedily analyzed the white lightning surrounding Ze Bei.

"Not only can it possess the abnormal ability to predict the next three seconds, similar to the 'Eye of the Heavenly Emperor,' in an extremely short period of time."

"What's even more outrageous is that they can actually use the cheers of the audience to replenish their own energy?"

"Support Charge...isn't this just a super mana-regenerating passive aura?!"

Lin Bei couldn't help but lick his lips; this was a huge win.

His most fatal weakness right now is his physical strength.

Simultaneously activating multiple templates results in extremely terrifying exploitation of this body.

If we could perfectly replicate Zebei's "mana regeneration" mechanism...

Then Lin Bei would truly become a tireless, nuclear-powered god-slaying machine.

"Zebei, you really are a money-giving boy."

Lin Bei chuckled and casually tossed the mineral water bottle aside.

"Then let me see a little longer, and completely replicate your trump card."

Our gaze shifts back to that suffocating battlefield.

The Sannoh's counterattack was more ferocious than anyone had imagined.

"Bang!"

Kazunari Fukatsu's extremely aggressive defense forced Ryota Miyagi into a fatal passing error.

A white figure darted out like a cheetah, precisely intercepting the basketball in mid-air.

It's Eiji Sawakita again!

"Retreat and defend!" Akagi Takenori shouted anxiously.

Rukawa Kaede gritted his teeth, dragging his leaden legs, and chased after him desperately.

But once Sawakita entered the Zone, his speed was simply unreasonable.

He didn't choose the safe option of a layup.

Instead, he suddenly stopped right after crossing the three-point line.

The immense inertia caused his sneakers to leave two dark scorch marks on the floor.

Rukawa Kaede jumped with all his might to block the shot, his fingertips less than a centimeter from the basketball.

But in Zebei's eyes, there was only contempt.

"I can already see the future."

In mid-air, Zebei used an extremely smooth hovering motion to avoid Rukawa Kaede's fingertips.

A slight tremor of the wrist.

The basketball traced a towering parabola, like a sharp blade, piercing deep into the heart of Shohoku.

"Whoosh!"

Three point hit!

88 is better than 79!

The point difference has dropped to single digits!

"Roar!"

The Sannoh bench erupted in cheers.

Coach Domoto clenched his fist with force, and the rhythm of Sannoh was completely back.

On the other hand, Shohoku seemed lifeless.

Rukawa landed heavily, his legs buckled, and he almost knelt on one knee.

He was panting heavily, his lungs felt like they were on fire, and sweat blurred his vision.

One person alone cannot make a difference.

Faced with overwhelming strength and physical prowess, they appear so pale and powerless.

The stands were deathly silent.

"It's over, Shohoku's fate is sealed."

Sendoh Akira abandoned his usual laziness and frowned deeply.

"Rukawa Kaede's physical strength has reached its limit, and his movements are completely distorted."

"Faced with a fully-formed Sawakita, no one in Shohoku can stop him now."

On the other side, Shinichi Maki also had a dark expression.

"Lin Bei miscalculated."

Amu stared coldly at the Shohoku bench.

"He thought that leaving the game early would bring out his teammates' potential, but he overestimated Rukawa."

"At this rate, Sannoh will be able to close the gap in two minutes at most."

"But given Lin Bei's current physical condition, it's estimated that it will be difficult for him to play."

Almost everyone was condemning Shohoku to death.

However, it was in this abyss of despair that...

One person remained eerily quiet.

Sakuragi Hanamichi.