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

Lin Bei's trash talk hit the most vulnerable nerves of the entire Hainan team.

Amu took a deep breath, his eyes hardening.

Seeing that Mitsui was going on a killing spree, the plan to force Mitsui out of office failed.

Maki displayed emperor-level tactical skill, decisively abandoning the plan to target Mitsui.

He directly targeted Ryota Miyagi, the thinnest player in the Shohoku team.

"No matter how accurate a shooter's shot is, it's all for nothing if the ball can't be passed over."

Amu sneered and quickly advanced the ball to the three-point line.

Just as Miyagi was preparing to lower his center of gravity to defend.

Amu suddenly turned around, presenting his broad back to Miyagi.

Pure physical talent delivers a devastating blow!

Amu immediately switched to bulldozer mode.

He used his weight and strength advantage like a raging, heavily armored rhinoceros.

Step by step, they crushed their way into the paint.

Ryota Miyagi gritted his teeth, trying to use his chest to block Maki's back attack.

But each physical contact sent shivers down his spine.

boom!boom!

The soles of the sneakers made a screeching sound as they slid across the wooden floor.

The palace was forced to retreat repeatedly by this inhuman force.

Shohoku's originally tight defense was torn open with a huge gap.

Seeing this, Akagi immediately abandoned his opposing player and prepared to help defend.

But Amu's basketball IQ was on full display at this moment.

He doesn't need to look back at the defender's position at all.

Just as Akagi moved, Maki subtly flicked his wrist at his waist.

The basketball seemed to have eyes, making a precise pass to Kazuma Takasago, who was cutting to the basket from the high post.

Takasago received the ball and easily made a layup over the wide-open paint.

This dominance on the field directly shifted the focus of the battle.

The veins on Miyagi's forehead bulged, and he felt extremely frustrated.

In terms of speed, he can rival all the heroes of Kanagawa.

But in the face of such absolute overwhelming power, skill seems pale and powerless.

The following rounds became Miyagi Ryota's days of suffering.

Amu's offensive tactics are extremely sophisticated.

He no longer rushed to find passing lanes, but instead relentlessly overpowered Miyagi.

Every time he turned around after a backhand attack, he cunningly sought physical contact.

"Beep!" The referee's whistle blew.

"White number 7, blocking foul."

Miyagi gasped for breath, staring in disbelief at his hands; this was a complete disaster.

The next defensive round that followed.

As Maki was about to break through and jump for a shot, he subtly hooked Miyagi's arm with his own.

"Beep!"

"White Number Seven, foul by the hitman."

Two consecutive fatal fouls.

The game had barely started when Shohoku's starting point guard found himself in foul trouble.

If they get blown off again, Miyagi's defensive actions will become completely timid and hesitant.

Shohoku's relentless offensive rhythm stalled immediately.

Rukawa was closely marked, and Mitsui's receiving routes were also cut off.

The passing of the basketball in the half-court became sluggish and difficult.

Hainan astutely seized this opportunity.

They forcefully reversed the score through a series of high-speed counterattacks.

The pressure on the field was immediately palpable.

The sound of sweat dripping onto the floor was clearly audible.

Hainan's tactics, tailor-made for Shohoku, have finally revealed their deadly fangs.

"Beep—!"

The referee's sharp whistle pierced the suffocating air above the stadium.

Miyagi Ryota stopped in his tracks.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Sweat dripped wildly down his sharply defined jawline, shattering on the polished wooden floor.

He gritted his teeth and slammed his fist into his thigh.

"Damn it!"

This was his second personal foul in just a few minutes of the game.

Maki Shinichi's body was like a heavy tank, crushing everything in his path, coupled with his extremely experienced experience in drawing fouls.

This caused Miyagi a lot of trouble on the defensive end.

The absolute disadvantages in height and weight cannot be easily overcome by speed and willpower alone.

Miyagi lowered his head in annoyance, inwardly cursing the old man for his lack of martial ethics.

Just then, a long, strong hand gently patted his shoulder, which was already soaked with sweat.

Miyagi turned around in astonishment.

Lin Bei took off his iconic Shohoku jacket at some point and casually tossed it onto the bench.

He didn't even bother to warm up and just slowly walked onto the court.

Those deep eyes revealed a languid indifference to everything around them.

"Alright, stop arguing with a bear."

Lin Bei looked at Gong Cheng with a half-smile, his tone light and casual.

"Go sit on the bench, have a drink of water, and wipe your sweat."

"Next up is the high-level game for adults."

This statement was made casually, yet it carried an undeniable and absolute certainty.

Miyagi's tense nerves completely relaxed at this moment.

He exhaled a long breath and nodded vigorously at Lin Bei:

"It's up to you. Don't let this old man get too arrogant."

Miyagi turned and walked toward the bench, his steps heavy, but his back conveying a sense of relief.

The rest area in Hainan is located on the sidelines.

Coach Gao suddenly closed the folding fan in his hand.

A cold smile appeared on his fox-like, cunning face.

"So you're finally willing to go on stage, Lin Bei?"

Coach Gao narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the nonchalant figure from behind.

He discreetly raised his right hand and made a downward slashing tactical gesture in front of his chest with extreme speed.

"Logging" tactics.

On the field, Maki Shinichi keenly caught the coach's instructions out of the corner of his eye.

His cold, stern face remained expressionless, but a bloodthirsty glint burned deep within his eyes.

Amu understood immediately.

Since Linbei is Xiangbei's sharpest spear, then we'll use Hainan's strongest shield.

He used his body to break the spear head-on!

By drawing fouls and using their weight and physical advantages, they firmly nailed Lin Bei to the pillar of shame for committing fouls.

If Lin Bei is taken off the court, Xiangbei's defense will collapse immediately.

The game continues.

Possession changed hands, and the Hainan team served from the baseline.

Amu steadily received the basketball, lowered his center of gravity, and slowly advanced towards the frontcourt.

The sneakers screeched against the floor, each step heavy and grating.

His gaze crossed the midfield line, like a hawk locking onto its prey, fixed firmly on Lin Bei.

Beyond the three-point line.

Lin Beiji stood there casually.

Legs slightly apart, arms hanging naturally at your sides.

They didn't even adopt a standard defensive stance.

His entire body was riddled with flaws, making him look like an old man taking a walk in the park at dawn.

But only Amu, who faced him directly, knew what terrifying explosive power was hidden beneath this extreme nonchalance.

Lin Bei lifted his eyelids and glanced at Amu indifferently.

Watching the opponent's extremely imposing movements, which even seemed to deliberately seek physical contact.

Lin Bei scoffed inwardly.

"Trying to stage an accident?"

"Then you've really come to the wrong person."

There were still two meters between them and Lin Bei.

Amu suddenly moved.

The previously leisurely dribbling rhythm was completely disrupted.

As the basketball bounced heavily from his right hand to his left, he suddenly lowered his center of gravity.

His thigh muscles bulged under his basketball shorts, with veins standing out.

Amu was like a heavy armored tank charging at full speed, crashing straight into Lin Bei's chest.

There were no fancy feints, just pure, brutal crushing.

He had to lift the ball up in a fraction of a second of physical contact.

This resulted in Lin Bei committing a defensive blocking foul.