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

A series of deafening gasps erupted from the stands.

Interspersed among the sounds were gasps of fear from some of the audience.

"That's terrifying..."

Haruko Akagi gripped the back of the seat in front of her tightly, her palms sweating profusely.

Her voice trembled noticeably.

"Is that person really a high school student?"

Yohei Mito sat in the back row, his brow furrowed as he watched the situation on the field.

"This level of overwhelming power is like putting an adult black bear into a flock of sheep; it's a complete dimensional reduction attack."

Takamiya Nozomi subconsciously pinched the fat on her stomach and swallowed.

Compared to him, my body is as fragile as a marshmallow.

"Hanamichi, if you run into him, whatever you do, don't confront him head-on!"

Da Nan and Noma nodded repeatedly, unusually refraining from mocking Takamiya Nozomi.

Sakuragi Hanamichi curled his lip in disdain.

He crossed his arms over his chest and raised his chin high.

His bright red buzz cut stood out under the stadium lights.

"What are you all afraid of!"

"He's just an overdeveloped, fat bastard!"

Sakuragi shouted loudly, his voice completely drowning out the surrounding noise.

"Those guys who just rely on their weight to ram around are no match for my genius-level super butt skills!"

"If this genius just sticks out like that under the basket, I guarantee he'll bounce off like a ball!"

He even stood up as he spoke.

He exaggeratedly twisted his hips, mimicking a horse stance and a headbutting motion.

Rukawa Kaede, sitting next to him, was watching the game.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, coldly uttering two words.

"idiot."

Sakuragi leaned close to Rukawa's ear, gritting his teeth and brandishing his fist.

"Were you scared out of your wits by that fat guy?!"

"If you're scared, then you'd better hide behind this genius during tomorrow's match!"

Rukawa Kaede turned his head.

Those slender fox eyes were full of disdain.

"Is your brain only capable of holding poop?"

"Defending against heavyweight players like that with your ridiculous ass will only get you five fouls out."

"You bastard—!"

The two immediately locked in a head-on confrontation, like fighting cocks.

Surprisingly, these everyday bickerings did not escalate into a full-blown fight as they had before.

After experiencing the hellish bloodbath of Sannoh Industrial.

They still disliked each other, but they were more like rivals competing with each other.

Neither of them was willing to concede to the other, yet subconsciously they acknowledged the other's strength.

On the other side of the stands, the Hainan players' bench was completely silent.

Maki Shinichi sat in the chair, his upper body leaning slightly forward.

His large hands unconsciously crossed together and rested on his chin.

The veins on the back of his hand were faintly bulging.

He stared intently at Morishige Hiroshi, who was returning to defend, his gaze extremely serious.

"Strength, explosiveness, skeletal density during combat..."

Amu's voice was deep, with a rare hint of seriousness.

"This guy..."

Kiyota Nobunaga stood to the side with his mouth agape.

He couldn't even utter the trash talk he usually loved to spew.

He had just clearly seen that even when the people from Shino Industrial grabbed Morishige Hiroshi's arm, they couldn't stop him from jumping and dunking.

What's the point of fighting?!

"If we encounter him in the paint, Takasago alone definitely can't handle it."

Jin Soichiro adjusted his glasses and gave an extremely calm and ruthless analysis.

Kazuma Takasago remained silent and did not refute.

A fine layer of cold sweat had seeped from his forehead, clearly indicating that he was feeling the suppression of his strength.

Just when the people of Hainan were overwhelmed by Morishige Hiroshi's domineering power.

A discordant voice rang in their ears.

Chi-

It's the sound of a pull tab being torn off a soda can.

Lin Bei leaned back lazily in his chair, his legs crossed.

He held a can of chilled carbonated cola in his hand and tilted his head back to take a big gulp.

The ice cubes made a crisp clinking sound inside the can.

Gudong.

Lin Bei let out a long sigh of relief before slowly wiping the corner of his mouth.

He didn't even look at Morishige Hiroshi, who had just made another block on the court.

His tone was full of nonchalance and disdain.

"What's the big deal?"

As soon as he said that, all eyes in the surrounding rows turned to him.

Amu turned his head, a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

Coach Gao Tou, who was sitting a little further away, also stopped waving his folding fan and glanced sideways.

"Lin Bei, what did you figure out?"

"I asked in a deep voice," Akagi Takenori asked.

His fists were clenched. As the pillar of Shohoku's inside game, he was more eager than anyone to understand this terrifying opponent.

Lin Bei shook the can of cola in his hand, his slender fingers pointing towards the basketball court below.

"Look at his feet."

"Weak lower body, clumsy footwork."

Lin Bei's words hit the nail on the head; though his voice wasn't loud, every word struck a nerve with everyone.

"Every time he gets into position in the penalty area, he relies on his upper body size and the width of his shoulders to force his way in."

"But his feet didn't feel grounded at all on the wooden floor."

"High center of gravity and extremely erratic gait."

Lin Bei sneered and continued dissecting the seemingly invincible monster.

"Watch closely the play where he received the ball just now."

"When the left foot landed as the pivot foot, there was even a noticeable wobble."

"He managed to keep his balance by secretly pushing the defender away with his right elbow."

"Dealing with these heavy sandbags that rely solely on instinct is incredibly easy."

Lin Bei raised his head, his dark eyes flashing with a sharp light that seemed to see through everything.

"First, cut off his route to receive the ball."

"Without the ball, he's just a fat guy on the court who gets endlessly worn down by pick-and-roll plays."

"Secondly, if he really gets the ball in the low post..."

"Never back down, and definitely don't try to block him."

"Use absolute core strength to firmly press against his hip bones and lower back as he prepares to launch his first impact."

Lin Bei turned to look at Sakuragi Hanamichi, who was listening attentively to the lecture, and burst out laughing.

"Just like Sakuragi said, lower your center of gravity and use the power of your butt to the fullest."

"If you disrupt his rhythm before he jumps, given his rough shooting touch, there's no way he'll put the ball in the basket."

"If he forces a shot, all that awaits him is a traveling violation or an offensive foul."

Dead silence.

The stands around Lin Bei fell into a deathly silence that lasted for more than ten seconds.

Coach Gao stopped folding his fan completely.

He stared wide-eyed at the first-year student from Shohoku whose face was etched with boredom.

A storm raged within him.

sinister.

That's too ruthless.

I only watched the game for less than ten minutes from the stands.

That's how you can remain absolutely calm under such extremely violent visual impact.

And with the most precise scalpel, they cut open Morishige Hiroshi's hard shell, exposing his fatal weakness.

This terrifying tactical reading ability.

This is not something a high school student should behave like!