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

His arms were like iron rods.

He was trying to forcefully lock Lin Bei's waist from behind.

Lin Bei frowned slightly.

The continuous high-intensity skill switching, coupled with this disgusting melee combat attrition.

It caused a burning sensation in his lungs, and oxygen was being lost three times faster than usual.

His steps were indeed a bit heavier than at the start.

The sneakers no longer made a light, tinkling sound when they hit the floor, but rather a heavy, muffled thud.

"They just pinned him down like that?" Maki Shinichi frowned in the stands.

"Given Lin Bei's personality... something bad is probably going to happen..."

On the court, Lin Bei turned around surrounded by three burly men.

Faced with such despicable tactics.

There was no anger or panic in his eyes.

Only contempt from a superior position.

Lin Bei sneered inwardly.

That's it?

Did you think you could turn the tables by dragging me into this mess?

You don't have to.

This level of attrition warfare can indeed slow him down a bit, but that's about it.

Although Lin Bei's breathing was rapid, his mind was frighteningly calm.

At that moment, a scene flashed through his mind.

In the videotape from my past life, there was a student named No. 9 from Sannoh Industrial High School who was known as the number one high school student in Japan.

Eiji Sawakita.

That lone ace who, in dire straits, discards all distractions and immerses himself completely in his own world.

No matter how many people surround us, no matter how dirty or vicious our opponents are.

An absolute domain that forcibly shatters everything through sheer individual ability.

"Trying to wear me down? Trying to foul me?"

Lin Bei chuckled softly, so softly that only he could hear it.

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll send you on your way today."

Just as Kageyama Shun was about to make a dirty move and try to pin Lin Bei down, ball and all, the moment...

Lin Bei's aura exploded like a nuclear blast.

His chest, which had been heaving, miraculously returned to calm.

The frequency of heartbeat and breathing switched to a machine-like perfect state in 0.1 seconds.

It was as if the Ren and Du meridians had been opened, and an extreme clarity permeated my limbs and bones.

Deep in his mind, he decisively imitated that aloof ace.

The moment the ability was granted, the stamina bar began to slowly recover.

The muscle soreness and heaviness gradually began to subside.

At that moment, Lin Bei's eyes became deep and empty.

The noise from the audience has subsided.

Shun Kageyama's curses were gone.

The referee's hesitation vanished completely.

In this world, only he, the basketball hoop, and the ball in his hand remain.

"This kid...is he seeing a ghost?!" Kageyama Shun felt a sudden chill run down his spine, his scalp tingling.

He was horrified to discover that the person who had been as heavy as a mountain had suddenly become a weightless ghost.

Lin Bei made a move.

There was no frenzied straight-line acceleration, nor a ligament-tearing change of direction.

It possesses only the ultimate fluidity and breathtaking lightness.

The once heavy steps became like butterflies flitting among flowers, impossible to grasp.

He lightly touched the floor with his toes, twisting his body inward at an incredibly inhumanly flexible angle.

He slipped out like an eel, slipping right between the muscles of Kageyama Shun and another substitute.

"Stop him!!!"

Ai and the coach on the sidelines were so shocked their eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and their voices cracked.

The third defender, his eyes bloodshot, charged forward, yelling.

His massive body was like a wall, and his hands, like fans, slammed down on Lin Bei's face.

This is absolutely a vicious foul aimed at crippling someone!

As long as he can take down Lin Bei, he'll accept being expelled!

But Lin Bei didn't even glance at him.

One tenth of a second before his opponent's thick arm was about to strike his nose.

Lin Bei jumped.

The movements were extremely graceful, carrying an aloof and unapproachable artistic quality; it was as if they were walking in the air.

He performed a dazzling, flower-like treading motion in mid-air.

Relying on its terrifying core strength, it perfectly dodged the vicious attack.

They even used the momentum of the opponent's fall as cover to achieve an extreme hang time in the air.

The wrist is gently flicked.

The basketball flew from his fingertips, tracing an exaggerated rainbow arc.

The arc was too high, even going over the top edge of the backboard.

"This ball is definitely not going to go in!" The substitute, who missed his shot, frantically tried to reassure himself.

however.

"Bang."

A soft sound.

The basketball hit the edge of the small white box in the upper right corner of the backboard with pinpoint accuracy.

Then, losing all kinetic energy, it obediently fell vertically.

"Whoosh—"

Hollowed out, it enters the net, creating a snow-white floral pattern.

The crisp sound of the net being slapped was like a resounding slap in the face.

They slapped everyone in the face of Love and the Academy hard, trampling their dignity underfoot.

A super high-flying drop shot went in!

The referee's whistle was blown belatedly.

"Goal stands!"

"Love and Academy commits a foul, one free throw awarded!"

The scoreboard made a relentless whirring sound as it turned pages.

14: 12!

After enduring the dirtiest and most exhausting battle, Shohoku has once again come back to the lead!

The entire Hiroshima Stadium fell silent for three seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying sound erupted, powerful enough to blow off the roof.

"What kind of magical cactus is that?!"

"Three people ganging up on him in hand-to-hand combat, and he still manages to throw that kind of floater?!"

"He wasn't worn down at all! He's just making a fool of love and the academy!"

The gasps of surprise from the stands swept across the entire stadium like a tsunami.

They went completely berserk!

The ensuing matches were nothing short of a brutal, one-sided massacre for Love and Academy.

This was originally touted as a top-four competition in the country.

Love and the Academy's struggle lasted only a pitiful ten minutes at the start.

When Lin Bei sheds his lazy facade and fully masters his aloof and ace abilities.

What tactics, what hand-to-hand combat? It's all laughable futile attempts to stop a chariot.

There's no need for further description; the gap in strength is so vast that it's utterly disheartening.

Time races by in a one-sided crushing force.

Sweat dripped onto the floor as the basketball repeatedly pierced the hoop.

Every time the net is touched, it harvests love and the player's last remaining faith.

When the referee blows the final whistle, a symbol of liberation.

All eyes were fixed blankly on the electronic scoreboard in mid-air.

Those glaring red numbers are practically mocking basic basketball knowledge.

82: 47.

A terrifying score that makes you wonder if the scoreboard is broken.

Players from Love and Academy, whether starters or substitutes.

They were lying haphazardly on the floor.

His eyes were frighteningly empty; his soul seemed to have been drained away.

Moroboshi Dai huddled in a corner, tightly covering his face with a soaked towel.

His shoulders trembled violently, and his suppressed sobs were swallowed up by the deathly silence of the entire room.

Lin Bei stood quietly in the center circle.

This was the first time he had stayed on the field for so long since he transmigrated.

The stray hairs on his forehead were soaked with sweat, and water droplets splattered down his cheeks onto the floor.

His breathing was noticeably uneven, but his deep eyes...

It still exudes that infuriatingly lazy and nonchalant air.

"Phew...that's really hard work."

Lin Bei chewed his tasteless gum and casually uttered a sentence.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze casually sweeping over the other teams in the stands who were standing there dumbfounded.

The meaning behind that look was clear to everyone.

In fact, only Coach Anzai and a few other insiders knew the truth.

The opposing team scored 47 points.

It was entirely because Lin Bei found the second half too boring, so he brazenly started slacking off.

This barely left the other party with a fig leaf.

Shohoku advances to the next round!