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

Iron Gate Mountain planted his feet firmly on the ground, his terrifying sumo power directly approaching Sakuragi's.

In the past, Sakuragi would have been furious and used brute force to push back.

But at this moment, Sakuragi Hanamichi was unusually calm.

Having experienced the Battle of Sannoh, his mind had been completely transformed.

Under immense pressure, the man's languid voice echoed in Sakuragi's mind.

"Idiot, basketball is not just about physical contact, it's also a battle of wits."

"If you want to dominate the paint, don't just blindly fight like a brute."

On the substitutes' bench.

Lin Bei watched the fierce battle within the restricted area with a half-smile.

"Sakuragi has grown up."

Sakuragi Hanamichi took a deep breath, a rare cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"You fatso, do you really think... muscles can determine everything?"

Sakuragi did not reply.

He pretended to clench his teeth, his thigh muscles bulging high.

They adopted a posture of fighting Iron Gate Mountain to the death.

Upon seeing this, Tiemenshan was overjoyed.

"A fool is a fool! How dare he dream of surpassing me in strength!"

Tiemenshan let out a ferocious, maniacal laugh.

He leaned his entire body forward, concentrating all his strength between his chest and abdomen.

Prepare to deliver a fatal blow to Sakuragi, knocking him off the line.

"Fly away!" Iron Gate Mountain roared.

However, just as the power of Iron Gate Mountain reached its peak...

The climax is approaching.

Sakuragi Hanamichi held on tightly to Iron Gate Mountain's back, then suddenly relaxed!

Remove the chairs!

This is a high-level defense that requires exceptional timing and courage.

Sakuragi not only eliminated all resistance.

His abnormal physical abilities erupted at that moment.

Like an eel, he slid and dodged to the left in the direction of Tiemenshan's force!

"What?!"

Tiemenshan felt as if his chest had suddenly lost its point of support.

That sumo wrestling power became the poison that pushed him into the abyss.

With its center of gravity tilted forward, Iron Gate Mountain resembles a heavy truck that has lost its brakes.

Its massive body lunged forward uncontrollably.

"Bang!!!"

A dull thud exploded under the basket.

There was simply no time to take protective measures at Tiemenshan.

His body, weighing over 100 kilograms, slammed solidly onto the wooden floor.

The enormous impact caused the floor to tremble.

He slid awkwardly for a distance, landing on the ground in a humiliating "facepalm" position, unable to catch his breath for a long time.

At the same time that Tiemenshan fell.

Sakuragi Hanamichi has already pierced the empty basket like a fiery red arrow.

"Ryota!" Sakuragi shouted in the air.

Ryota Miyagi, who was on the outside, understood perfectly.

A concealed bounce pass cut through the crowd and landed precisely in Sakuragi's hands.

Catch the ball, jump!

No unnecessary movements, no fancy dunks.

Sakuragi Hanamichi stretched his body in the air, staring at the backboard, and flicked his wrist lightly.

The basketball hit the backboard, reflecting off at a perfect angle.

"Whoosh!"

The shot went in easily.

The score is now 4-4, and Shohoku has tied the game again!

The audience didn't wake up until the basketball hit the ground.

After a deathly silence came a volcanic eruption of gasps.

"My God! What did I just see?!"

"That simple-minded, red-haired kid has actually learned to use his brain to play basketball?!"

"Remove the chairs! That defensive anticipation is terrifying, their basketball IQ is terrifying!"

The entire stadium was stunned by Sakuragi's textbook-perfect shot, and the cheers almost lifted the roof off.

"Well done, Sakuragi!"

Ayako waved her paper fan excitedly.

The paint area.

Tiemenshan struggled to prop up half of his body.

The bridge of my nose was scraped and bleeding.

He looked up, his face full of disbelief, staring intently at the red figure.

"How is this possible... This muscle-bound monkey dares to play me?!"

Tiemenshan gritted his teeth, but a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

The shock of facing Iron Gate Mountain.

Sakuragi Hanamichi didn't even spare him a glance.

He turned away coldly, without his usual arrogant laughter.

With steady steps, like a true inside kingpin, he silently retreated to his half of the court.

This sophisticated, silent response completely trampled on Tiemenshan's self-esteem.

However, the cruelty of the competition goes far beyond that.

Just when Xiangbei's morale was soaring.

On the sidelines of the Aihe Academy coaching bench, the gloomy coach let out a cold laugh.

"Since the point guard is unusable, let's muddy the waters completely."

With the referee's whistle, Love and Academy requested a substitution.

A player with an odd build, wearing the number 11 jersey, walked onto the field expressionlessly.

When he stood in front of Miyagi Ryota.

The composure on Miyagi's face vanished completely.

This newly introduced player is a full 190 centimeters tall.

What's even more terrifying is his unusual arm span, like a giant spider spreading its web.

"Targeted defensive vanguard..." Miyagi Ryota gritted his teeth.

Its enormous body loomed down like a shadow.

This completely blocked Miyagi's passing vision and dribbling space.

The fact that their height was completely exploited severely hampered Shohoku's offense.

Standing outside the three-point line, Miyagi Ryota felt as if an impenetrable wall of flesh was blocking his way.

The newly added backup point guard, number 11, at Aihe Academy is a full 190 centimeters tall.

Coupled with those exaggeratedly long arms, like those of apes, they resembled an overwhelming spider web, shattering the palace's forward-looking vision.

With each breath, Miyagi could smell the aggressive scent of sweat on the other person.

The imposing height advantage.

"Damn it... I can't even see the basket or my teammates' movements."

Miyagi clenched his teeth, a bead of cold sweat sliding down his temple and hitting the floor.

The natural sense of inferiority caused by the height difference made him, who was always proud and arrogant, feel unprecedentedly frustrated and irritable.

Love and the coach's ulterior motives are laid bare.

We'll use our sheer size advantage to completely overwhelm Shohoku's point guard!

"Shorty, don't waste your energy, I've completely blocked your view."

Number 11 gave a cold sneer.

Those long arms waved incessantly in front of Miyagi as if swatting away flies, disrupting Miyagi's dribbling rhythm to the extreme.

Hearing the other person call him "shorty" repeatedly, Miyagi's eyes suddenly hardened.

The suppressed, nameless anger in his chest surged up as if hot oil had been poured over it.

"So what if he's big?"

"Don't be so arrogant!"

Miyagi let out a low growl, deciding that he would no longer sit idly by and wait for his death.

He lowered his already low center of gravity to an extreme that defied the laws of physics, his entire body almost touching the wooden floor.

The basketball made a dull, violent thud between his legs!

Force a breakthrough!

There were no fancy feints; it was purely a contest of explosive power.

Miyagi, like an orange lightning bolt flying close to the ground, forcefully slipped through the defensive blind spot under number 11's arm.

The speed was so fast that the 190cm tall man couldn't even turn around.

They could only watch in despair as that short figure disappeared into the distance.

"We've broken through!"

The gasps of surprise from the stands had just begun.

Before the Shohoku fans could even begin to cheer...

Miyagi, however, felt as if a deeper, darker shadow had descended upon him.

"Innocent."