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

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

Lin Bei lost his balance under the huge impact, and his whole body leaned dangerously backward.

But at the extreme moment of descent.

His right hand, however, remained unusually steady.

With a gentle flick of the wrist, the fingertips delicately brushed against the rough surface of the basketball.

The orange basketball grazed Amu's desperately outstretched fingertips, flying away by a hair's breadth.

It drew a towering, exaggerated parabola in the air.

The eyes of thousands of spectators were fixed on the sphere suspended in mid-air.

Even breathing stopped.

"Bang."

The basketball hit the top edge of the backboard with pinpoint accuracy.

Then, as if it came to life, it obediently changed its trajectory and fell straight into the net.

The white netting rippled violently.

"Beep—!"

The referee's sharp whistle suddenly rang out.

The referee decisively rushed into the penalty area and made a blocking foul gesture.

He swung his right arm down hard.

"White number four, blocking foul!"

"Goal stands, penalty kick added!"

The numbers on the scoreboard started changing again.

Xiangbei 16:12 Hainan.

A terrifying cheer erupted from the entire stadium.

The incredible roar nearly lifted the roof off the stadium.

"That's incredible!"

"He actually scored a 2+1 despite being fouled by Maki Shinichi! He's on fire!"

"Is this guy a monster?!"

The audience erupted in cheers, their shouts mingling together.

At the free throw line.

Lin Bei lazily took the basketball from the referee.

He casually toyed with the ball, coldly watching Amu, who was standing on the edge of the free-throw line, panting heavily.

"Uncle, is your strength... just tickling me?"

The voice wasn't loud, but every word was piercing.

"It's really disappointing that they can't even make a proper foul."

Amu clenched his teeth tightly.

The muscles in his cheeks bulged noticeably, but he didn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Lin Bei lightly patted the ball twice, then casually flicked his wrist.

The basketball traced a flat, hard arc in the air.

"Whoosh!"

A crisp sound rang out.

It went in cleanly, without even creating a ripple in the net.

The penalty was made.

The score is now 17-12 for Shohoku and Hainan.

The point difference was relentlessly widened further.

This was a brutal and difficult 2+1.

It was like a heavy hammer, striking the heart of every Hainan player.

The Hainan bench fell into complete silence.

Coach Gao's face, which was usually full of cunning, was now filled with rare shock.

on the field.

Amu lowered his head.

Sweat dripped down his chiseled face.

clack.

clack.

Sweat splattered heavily on the floor.

Slowly spread out your hands.

Those large, calloused hands, which had been gripping heavy levers for years, were now trembling uncontrollably.

A storm raged within me.

"The force of that impact was so terrifying that even Akagi would lose his balance in mid-air."

"But he actually managed to stabilize his wrist even under extreme conditions of losing his balance."

"This guy's airtime and his monstrous core strength... he's gotten even stronger..."

He suddenly raised his head and stared intently at the still nonchalant figure.

For the first time, a violent wavering appeared in his eyes, which had always been as firm as a rock.

Beyond the three-point line.

Rukawa Kaede stood alone on the flank like a lone wolf.

His dark eyes, soaked with sweat, coldly stared at Lin Bei at the free-throw line.

That incredibly brutal 2+1 play kept replaying in my mind.

Clenching his fists tightly.

The intense competitive spirit that had been suppressed in his chest.

At this moment, it was completely ignited, burning into a raging fire.

He stole all the limelight.

He lowered his voice and forced out a whisper through clenched teeth.

"Damn it. I can't lose to this arrogant bastard."

His eyes became incredibly sharp.

A chilling aura emanated from him, making the surrounding air seem to cool down.

This extremely competitive spirit made their subsequent defensive positioning even more aggressive.

The game continues, and possession of the ball changes hands.

The referee tossed the ball to the Hainan player on the baseline.

Hainan team serves.

Amu roughly reached out and took the basketball.

At this point, the emperor of Hainan had completely lost his former rationality and composure.

The anger of being humiliated in both strength and technique by a freshman.

It completely ignited the primal, untamed wildness within me.

"Get out of the way!"

He roared sternly at Kazuma Takasago, who was trying to set a screen.

The decision was made to completely abandon team organization and restructuring.

We must use the most primal and pure physical strength to forcibly tear apart that proud newborn.

He dribbled the ball and pushed it aggressively forward like a bulldozer.

They didn't even bother looking for any teammates' cut positions.

He turned around directly, pressing his broad back firmly against Lin Bei's chest.

Back-to-the-basket one-on-one.

He lowered his center of gravity dramatically, his shoulders slumping down in a terrifying manner.

Each heavy bounce dribble was accompanied by a vicious back-to-the-back slam.

"Bang!"

Like a heavily armored bull that has been completely enraged.

He concentrated all his anger and core strength on his broad shoulders.

It crashed hard into that somewhat frail figure.

Faced with such a brutal collision, capable of shattering the ribs of an ordinary player.

Lin Bei did not retreat even a step.

They didn't even have the slightest intention of dodging to the side.

Those deep eyes had completely lost their warmth, becoming like eternal, bone-chilling ice.

He planted a firm stance, letting his sneakers make a sharp scraping sound on the floor.

He used his own chest to take the brunt of Amu's violent impact.

"Bang--!"

Muscles and bones collided violently at extremely close range.

Amu's broad, wall-like back slammed solidly into Lin Bei's chest.

Sweat turned into fine droplets upon impact, then exploded in the air with a bang.

As the absolute ruler of Hainan, Amu has absolute confidence in his core strength, which he has honed through countless trials.

Over the past few years.

No matter which heavy tank in the paint in Kanagawa they are facing.

As long as you focus your weight and use your backhand to attack, the opponent's defense will inevitably be torn apart like paper.

"Give me a refund!"

Amu roared inwardly.

The thick thigh muscles suddenly tensed to their limit, and the sneakers screeched against the floor.

The Hainan emperor took a deep breath.

The core of the waist and abdomen unleashed a second wave of brutal power, attempting to break through the defenses behind it in one fell swoop.

"Bang!"

Another dull thud that made your teeth ache.

However, the expected scene of the defender losing his balance and staggering backward did not occur.

Amu slightly turned his head, his eyes fixed on what was behind him.

For the first time, a look of horror appeared in those usually calm and collected eyes.

In his line of sight, Lin Bei's feet were like two steel nails driven firmly into the concrete by a hydraulic press, completely immobile.

"How is that possible..."

Amu gritted his teeth, feeling the reaction force coming from his back.

This feeling is nothing like bumping into someone.

Instead, it crashed into a wall of sighs made of reinforced concrete.

Instead of collapsing from the impact, the other person's chest exerted a suffocatingly heavy pressure.

The tall coach in the stands suddenly stood up straight, his hand instinctively tightening its grip on the folding fan.

"Ah Maki landed two powerful back-to-the-basket shots in a row, and he couldn't even force him back an inch?"

"That Lin Bei!"

"How should we deal with this?!"