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

The bus sped along in the thick darkness of the night.

It was like a wild beast charging headlong into the final battle.

Shift in focus.

The hotel affiliated with Hainan University has a gym.

"Clang!"

The incredibly heavy barbell was slammed hard onto the iron frame.

Amu was shirtless.

Sweat streamed down his clearly defined muscles, splashing onto the plastic floor.

The towel used to wipe away sweat was already soaked through and was carelessly tossed aside.

"call--"

He was breathing heavily, his broad chest heaving violently.

The ultimate bench press of over 100 kilograms.

He has done five sets in a row.

My muscles are so sore they feel like they're about to tear.

But the nameless fire burning within him just wouldn't subside.

Lin Bei's extremely arrogant gaze kept replaying in his mind.

And that extremely grating sarcastic remark.

"People in middle age should drink more goji berry tea."

"You brat..."

Amu gritted his teeth and broke a mouthful.

He gripped the cold barbell tightly with both hands again, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

As the absolute emperor who once ruled Kanagawa.

When has he ever suffered such a humiliation?

Although it was this brat who dragged him down from the throne...

But he's really pushing his luck, rubbing Hainan's dignity into the ground!

"ah--!!"

With a deep, beast-like roar, Amu forcefully pushed that terrifying weight up again.

The muscle fibers screamed under extreme pressure.

But he didn't care at all.

He had to adjust his muscle memory and mental state to their absolute peak.

The dignity of an emperor must never be challenged by anyone.

He swore an oath to the incandescent light above his head.

It must be done in front of the entire audience.

Lin Bei's proud arrogance was completely torn to shreds!

……

The night before the match.

A private basketball court in Hiroshima City.

This is a luxurious backup battlefield that Lin Bei temporarily booked using his financial resources.

The stadium was brightly lit at that moment.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of a basketball swishing through the net is crisp and pleasant.

Sakuragi Hanamichi stood at the free-throw line, maintaining his standard shooting posture.

Sweat dripped down his signature red buzz cut.

"401".

He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with an unusual fervor and focus.

It lacked its usual chatter and erratic behavior.

At this moment, Sakuragi was like a tireless, precise machine.

He frantically simulated every high-pressure scenario that might occur during the match in his mind.

Countering Amu's bulldozer breakthrough.

He positioned himself to grab the crucial rebound from Takasago.

Even that fat bastard from Mingpeng Industrial.

"Focus... core strength..."

Sakuragi took a deep breath and squatted down slightly.

He carefully studied the lower body power generation technique that Lin Bei had taught him.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud came from the other half of the field.

Rukawa Kaede moved around the three-point line like a ghost.

Sudden stop, jump, hang in the air.

A standard shooting form, without the slightest unnecessary movement.

"Whoosh!"

Another precise three-pointer.

Rukawa landed steadily, his chest heaving violently.

Sweat dripped down his sharp chin, splashing onto the floor and creating water stains.

He glanced back at Sakuragi in the distance.

"Hey, idiot."

Rukawa Kaede spoke coldly, his tone carrying his usual sarcasm.

"Your shooting form is as ugly as a duck's."

Several veins immediately bulged on Sakuragi's forehead.

But this time he didn't rush in to fight as usual.

Instead, he steadily picked up the basketball and stared intently at Rukawa Kaede.

"You damned fox, mind your own business."

"You don't know anything. This genius of mine is called talent."

"Tomorrow I'll show you what true domination of the forbidden zone really means."

Sakuragi snorted and stepped back to the free-throw line.

"Don't let the Hainan players defend you so well that you can't even touch the ball."

Rukawa Kaede casually wiped the sweat from his chin and let out a very soft, cold snort.

"Mind your own business, you exit king."

The two did not interfere with each other.

They were even positioned almost halfway across the court.

But the air was thick with an undercurrent of rivalry, with no one willing to concede to the other.

The two were like bickering enemies who were always arguing.

Yet they were all secretly working hard, honing their skills to the absolute best for tomorrow's fierce battle.

at the same time.

The private open-air hot spring in the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.

Lin Bei leaned comfortably against the warm pool wall, letting out a sigh of extreme enjoyment.

The steaming water vapor spread out, completely shutting out the hustle and bustle of the city.

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank directly into the system space.

The cold, mechanical voice rang out in my mind right on time.

【Ding--】

The semi-finals are about to begin.

[Hidden Quest Triggered: Twilight of the Emperors]

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Lin Bei raised an eyebrow.

He casually tapped on the virtual panel that was emitting a faint blue light.

"Congratulations, host, you have unlocked a new skill."

"Zone Advanced Stage: Abyss Tyrant"

"Status description: Deep and ultimate fusion based on the original Eye of the Heavenly Emperor and Zone."

"Once this state is activated, the host will strip the opponent of all will to resist, forming an absolute high-pressure zone on the court."

"All players who attempt to challenge the host's defense will experience increased stamina depletion, accompanied by intense mental pressure."

Lin Bei looked at the few lines of text on the panel.

He burst out laughing, his chest trembling slightly with excitement.

"Abyss Tyrant?"

"This name is almost too fitting."

Lin Bei opened his eyes, and in the misty air, his red eyes, which had changed color, revealed undisguised ambition and fanaticism.

He raised his hand and casually looked at his long, slender fingers.

It felt as if I could already vividly experience the ultimate pleasure of crushing my opponent's dignity inch by inch.

"Shinichi Maki".

Lin Bei leaned against the edge of the hot spring and chuckled lazily.

"I hope you can hold on a little longer tomorrow."

"Don't break down too quickly, that would be really boring."

The night grew deeper and deeper.

The entire city of Hiroshima is abuzz with anticipation for tomorrow's epic battle.

……

The next morning.

Outside Hiroshima Stadium.

The crowds were enormous, and the deafening noise almost lifted the sky off its feet.

Numerous media reporters, armed with cameras and microphones, surrounded the two teams' buses, making it impossible to move.

"They're here! Shohoku is here!"

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

The sound of camera shutters immediately filled the air, and the blinding flashes of the cameras were almost blinding.

The car door slowly opened.

Takenori Akagi took the lead, stepping off the bus with steady, mountain-like strides.

Behind them stood the entire Shohoku team, clad in red and black battle uniforms.

Ryota Miyagi chewed his gum vigorously, his eyes sharp as knives.

Mitsui Hisashi flexed his wrists, his face displaying a calmness honed by years of experience.

Rukawa Kaede wore headphones, his hands in his pockets, exuding an extreme coolness.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, on the other hand, stood tall and proud, thoroughly enjoying the cheers around him.

Although he still occasionally can't help but grin foolishly.

The entire Shohoku team is in villain mode, unleashing their full charisma without reservation.