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

That chilling, murderous aura.

The surrounding reporters unconsciously swallowed hard and obediently made way for him.

At the very back of the line.

Lin Bei slowly got off the car.

He still had that sleepy, listless look, as if he had no interest in anything.

Just then.

On the other side, another team also happened to arrive at the entrance of the venue.

The familiar white jersey with purple trim.

King of Hainan.

Shinichi Maki walked at the very front of the group.

The muscles all over his body seemed to be screaming out a violent power.

His gaze went straight past the surging crowd.

Like a precision-guided missile, it locked onto Lin Bei.

Lin Bei stopped in his tracks.

He lazily raised his eyes.

Their gazes collided violently in the air.

Not a single unnecessary word wasted.

There was no pre-match empty pleasantries.

It felt as if a real high-voltage current was exploding wildly in the air, emitting a hissing sound that made your teeth ache.

In Maki Shinichi's eyes.

It is the burning fury of revenge and the absolute inviolability of an emperor's authority.

And Lin Bei's eyes.

Deep, cold, and utterly calm.

It was like watching a pitiful prisoner about to be led to the guillotine.

"Have you washed your neck properly, middle-aged man?"

Lin Bei uttered a sentence in a voice so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

Amu snorted coldly, his fists clenching so tightly they cracked.

The smoke of battle fills the air as the semifinals begin.

At that moment, the entire venue was completely ignited.

The Kanagawa Civil War has begun.

……

In the locker room.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Coach Anzai sat steadily on the bench, holding the tactical board in his hand.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for him to announce the starting lineup for the match.

Just then, Mitsui Hisashi, who should have been sitting quietly on the bench, suddenly stood up.

The iron bench made a screeching sound as it was pulled along.

His eyes were fixed on the tactics board, and his hands were gripping the edges of his trousers tightly.

A fire burned in Mitsui's eyes.

That was the fierceness that Tie Nan helped him regain last night, and it was also the last bit of stubbornness from the MVP of junior high school.

"Dad, let me go."

Mitsui's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a fierce intensity, as if he were gritting his teeth.

He stared intently into Coach Anzai's eyes.

"I swear on my life that I will never strike a blacksmith today."

The locker room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Ryota Miyagi, who was tying his shoelaces with his head down, paused for a moment, then looked up at him.

Rukawa Kaede, standing in the corner, expressionlessly zipped up his jersey and glanced over.

Sakuragi Hanamichi was sitting cross-legged on the floor at that moment.

Strangely, the red-haired monkey, which would normally be jumping up and down in a huff, was unusually quiet today.

He reached out and ruffled his freshly shaved red buzz cut, his eyes fixed on the wooden floor.

He's probably replaying the scene of grabbing the rebound in his mind.

"You stinky fox!"

"You'll stay on the bench today and watch how this genius crushes the opposing center," Sakuragi said without even looking up.

Rukawa Kaede immediately snorted coldly.

"You big idiot, don't go up there and commit five fouls in three minutes and graduate. You'll embarrass yourself."

The two constantly bicker, which everyone is used to.

It was during this awkward gap that...

Lin Bei leaned against the metal storage cabinet as if he had no bones.

He casually brushed his stray hairs behind his head and burst out laughing.

"I don't care."

Lin Bei yawned lazily, his tone full of confidence that he was dominating the market.

"As long as you don't feed kills like crazy on the field, I'll carry this game."

Mitsui suddenly turned his head, his molars clenching so hard they made a grinding sound.

He gave Lin Bei a deep look.

Coach Anzai adjusted his glasses and quietly observed Mitsui.

A satisfied smile appeared on his chubby face.

The old man smiled and nodded.

The starting roster for Shohoku has been finalized.

Lin Bei remained in charge.

As the locker room door was pushed open, the battle for survival officially began.

……

Walk through the players' tunnel.

Outside, the incandescent light was blinding.

The deafening roar nearly blew the roof off the Hiroshima Stadium.

"Hainan! Hainan! Invincible!"

"Shobei! Shobei! Dominate the whole country!"

The cheerleaders on both sides shouted at the top of their lungs, neither willing to concede to the other.

At the center circle, the two teams' jump ball players are already in position.

Akagi Takenori's knees were slightly bent, resembling a black bear poised to pounce, his muscles bulging.

Across from him, Kazuma Takasago looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy, his eyes fixed on the ball in the referee's hand.

"Beep—" The long whistle blew.

The referee tossed the ball into the air.

Akagi roared at the top of his lungs.

Its enormous body rose from the ground with terrifying speed.

He forcefully pushed Takasago's body aside in mid-air, gaining an absolute advantage.

With a powerful slap, the big black hand retrieved the ball and sent it back to its own half.

"Gorilla, you're awesome!" Sakuragi Hanamichi roared.

He shoved Muto, who was trying to steal the ball, and steadily blocked the landing point.

The basketball flew precisely into the backcourt.

With quick reflexes, Miyagi Ryota swiftly caught the ball in his arms.

He had just caught his breath and was about to turn around to assess the situation.

Then I turned around.

A massive, dark mountain of flesh was shoved right into his face.

It's Shinichi Maki!

These guys from Hainan have no sportsmanship whatsoever; they started by applying full-court press right from the start.

Amu's massive frame was pressed tightly against Miyagi, leaving no room for him to even turn around.

The heavy breathing sound rushed straight to Miyagi's face.

The two bumped into each other.

Miyagi felt as if he had been run over by a large truck, and his chest felt tight.

Miyagi gasped, and sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.

This old bastard is trying to overpower me again!

Miyagi narrowed his eyes and cursed under his breath.

His nerves were on edge, and he had one foot already on the threshold of the Zone.

The surrounding noise was completely blocked out, and Amu's movements began to slow down in his eyes.

But he was very clear-headed and unleashed his ultimate move right from the start, so he'll be exhausted and vomiting blood in the second half.

He gritted his teeth and forcefully withstood Amu's charge.

"Does he really think my 'Lightning Speed' title was just a freebie with a phone top-up?" Gongcheng roared inwardly.

He forced himself to lower his center of gravity to the lowest point, almost lying face down on the floor.

With his slippery footwork and abnormal core strength, he managed to protect the ball from Amu's clutches.

"You won't make it," Amu said coldly, delivering his verdict directly.

He spotted the opening when Miyagi switched hands while dribbling.

The thick arm suddenly thrust forward.

It looked like his finger was about to poke the basketball away.

The suffocating pressure was utterly despairing.

At this critical juncture...

Out of the corner of his eye, Miyagi saw a red and black shadow rushing towards him at full speed from his flank.

Miyagi didn't hesitate at all.

Even though Amu had cornered him.

His wrist flipped down in an extremely strange way.

Just a fraction of a second before Amu could touch the ball, he slammed it hard onto the floor.

"Bang!"

A crossover dribble pass that's absolutely dazzling!

The basketball left a trail of afterimages.

He crawled directly under Amu's parted crotch.

The basketball spun sharply as it scraped across the wooden floor.

It passed precisely through Shinichi Maki's legs.

Amu's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately turned around.

All that could be seen was a red and black figure that had already torn apart Hainan's defenses.

It's Rukawa Kaede.