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

"The last time."

Lin Bei slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

This time, he increased his power to eighty percent.

Lin Bei's body transformed into a black lightning bolt.

With a suffocating sense of oppression, it suddenly crashed into the restricted area.

Sakuragi Hanamichi stared intently at Lin Bei's movements, his eyes still open.

Just before Lin Bei crashed into him.

Sakuragi's feet were firmly nailed to the floor like steel nails.

His thigh muscles suddenly tensed, and he exerted force with his hips.

Transmit all the power to the core of the waist and abdomen.

Right at the point of contact.

Sakuragi's shoulder turned to the side by less than a centimeter in an extremely subtle way.

boom.

Another loud noise was heard.

But this time, Sakuragi didn't fly out.

He only took half a step back.

The sneakers made a sharp scraping sound on the floor.

He withstood the devastating blow.

Not only that.

Sakuragi even used the force of Lin Bei's impact.

He then smoothly executed a concealed blocking maneuver.

This completely blocked Lin Bei's attack route.

"It's a success."

Haruko Akagi in the stands was so excited that she stood up abruptly.

She clasped her hands together near her mouth and cheered loudly.

"Sakuragi-kun is amazing."

The Sakuragi Army immediately started clapping and whistling wildly.

Rukawa Kaede stood on the sidelines and took a swig of sports drink.

He looked at the red-haired figure panting heavily on the field.

A hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

"This idiot, at least he's still somewhat useful."

Lin Bei stopped what he was doing.

He looked at Sakuragi Hanamichi, who was covered in sweat and panting heavily.

"Well done."

Lin Bei clapped his hands.

For the first time ever, his tone carried a hint of admiration.

"Remember this muscle memory."

"This is the key to destroying a heavy inside presence."

Sakuragi Hanamichi took deep breaths of air.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands, which were still trembling slightly.

An unprecedented sense of fulfillment filled his body.

He had completely mastered the art of dealing with heavy tanks.

He grinned.

He flashed an extremely confident and wild smile.

……

Hiroshima City Gymnasium.

The tension of the quarterfinals was palpable in the players' tunnel long before the match even began.

The air felt somewhat sticky due to the muggy heat.

Puan Commercial High School.

This team from Chiba Prefecture is gathering at the other end of the passage.

This year, they have had an exceptionally good fortune, which can only be described as a miracle.

And the incredible luck of their opponents' key players unexpectedly getting injured in the first two rounds.

They made a historic upset and entered the top eight in the country.

This sudden achievement was like a powerful hallucinogenic drug.

This transformed a team that was previously unknown in national competitions and consistently eliminated in the first round.

It has fallen into an extremely distorted expansion from top to bottom.

"Hey, hey, do you see that? The media outside are all filming us."

"Of course! We're this year's biggest dark horse!"

"So what if they're regulars in the semifinals? So what if they're national powerhouses? When they meet us, they still have to obediently give way!"

Several Uraya Commercial players, dressed in warm-up uniforms, leaned against the wall and laughed loudly and unrestrainedly.

Their eyes were filled with frivolity, and even the most basic pre-match warm-up seemed perfunctory.

It was as if the victory in the quarterfinals was already in their pockets.

Just then, a steady footstep sounded from the entrance of the passage.

The entire Shohoku team lined up in two rows.

Led by Takenori Akagi, they walked expressionlessly toward the entrance.

Mitsui is walking at the front of the line.

He had his hands in his sweatpants pockets, his eyes sharply scanning the road ahead.

The two teams met head-on in the middle of a narrow passage.

The space that could have been easily cleared by simply turning slightly to the side.

However, due to the deliberate obstruction by Urayasu Commercial players, the area became extremely crowded.

Ono, the ace of Puan Commercial and captain wearing the number 4 jersey, curled a wicked smirk at the corner of his mouth.

Instead of backing down, he suddenly accelerated.

His shoulders were taut, and he charged straight at Miyagi Ryota.

"Bang!"

A dull thud of muscles colliding echoed through the passageway.

Mitsui Hisashi was caught completely off guard.

He staggered back half a step after being hit, and a dull pain came from his shoulder.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes instantly becoming as sharp as knives.

"Are you blind?"

Mitsui pulled both hands out of his pockets.

Ohno stopped and looked down at Mitsui, deliberately patting the dust off his shoulder in a pretentious manner.

"Hey, isn't that Shohoku's shooting guard?"

Instead of apologizing, Ohno took a step closer, his eyes full of provocation.

"I heard you guys beat Love & Academy in the last game, and you couldn't even make a shot?"

Ohno's gaze swept over Miyagi, then turned to Rukawa and Sakuragi behind him.

"Don't think that just because you beat an outdated team, you have the right to swagger around in the national tournament."

"Today, we'll show you, you bunch of lucky bastards, the true power of Chiba Prefecture!"

The Urayasu players behind him immediately burst into laughter.

"Well said!"

"Senior Ohno, let's teach these country bumpkins a lesson later!"

"What Shohoku? I've never even heard of them!"

Several veins bulged on Mitsui's forehead instantly.

He suppressed the urge to throw a punch, gritting his teeth, "You're asking for it..."

Just as Mitsui was about to explode, a cold hand landed on his shoulder.

It wasn't very powerful, but it carried an irresistible pressure.

Lin Bei slowly walked out from the back of the group.

He didn't even zip up his warm-up clothes today; they were just loosely draped over his shoulders.

A pair of deep eyes stared at Ohno with a cold indifference, as if he were looking at a dead object.

The air in the entire passage seemed to drop to freezing point the moment Lin Bei stepped out.

That kind of extreme arrogance that emanates from the very core of one's being, and that substantial sense of oppression.

Like an invisible hand, it instantly gripped the throats of all the Urawa players.

The laughter abruptly stopped.

Ohno's smug expression froze.

He felt as if he were being targeted by an ancient, ferocious beast.

Even my breathing paused for a beat.

"You...you're that...Lin Bei!"

Ohno swallowed hard, trying to straighten his back in a show of bravado.

Lin Bei ignored his bluster.

He took half a step forward.

"What you just did,"

Lin Bei's voice was casual and languid, yet it carried a chilling undertone.

Which foot do you walk on?

Ohno was stunned, completely unable to follow Lin Bei's train of thought.

"Wha...what do you mean?"

Lin Bei lowered his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over Da Ye's legs.

A cruel smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"It's nothing."

"Just a heads-up, after the game, you might have to go home in a wheelchair."

"I wonder if the hospital has enough stretchers to hold all of you useless trash."

This is a very understated statement.

It was like a cold dagger that pierced directly into Ohno's heart.

A bead of cold sweat slid down Ohno's forehead and landed on his jersey.

His legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

That kind of physiological fear was completely beyond the control of reason, spreading wildly throughout the body.

Just then, the sound of hurried high heels came from the back of the passage.

Ayako angrily waved a newly released copy of "Basketball Weekly".

He strode over.

"I'm so angry!"

"Everyone, you'll never guess what those bastards said in their pre-match interviews!"