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

"Beep—!"

The referee's whistle rang out almost desperately.

The referee rushed over angrily, pointing directly at the Hainan substitute.

"Purple number 12, off-ball defensive foul!"

The venue was initially deathly silent.

Immediately afterwards, the entire audience erupted in a deafening chorus of boos.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Can't take a joke, huh? Are you going to play ball or fight? You're really going all out!"

"How could Hainan University Affiliated High School play so dirty? They have no shame!"

A torrent of insults and accusations surged toward Hainan's bench like a tsunami.

Coach Gao sat in his chair, his signature folding fan gripped tightly in his palm.

He remained expressionless in the face of the boos from the audience, like an emotionless stone statue.

"As long as we can win this match..."

Gao Tou was coldly calculating in his heart.

"Even if you bear a lot of criticism, within the rules, everything is a tactic."

"For the sake of Hainan's glory, I don't mind being the villain."

On the court, Lin Bei took a deep breath.

He supported himself on the floor with one hand and slowly stood up.

He rubbed his ribs, which were numb from the impact, and the temperature in his eyes dropped to freezing point.

He didn't even glance at the substitute who was called for a foul but was still raising his hand to feign innocence.

He walked straight to the free-throw line.

Catch the ball, dribble it, aim at the basket.

The movements were fluid and steady, like those of a precise machine, without any unnecessary pauses.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Both free throws were made.

The crisp sound of the net being swished was like two loud slaps to Hainan's face.

Xiangbei 25:14 Hainan.

The point difference has returned to 11 points.

However, this was only the beginning of hell.

In the following rounds, the match was completely fragmented.

Coach Gao's "extreme slashing tactics" began to take effect.

As soon as Lin Bei receives the ball, or even when he is preparing to run to receive it.

The two human shields from Hainan will pounce on them like mad dogs.

Secretly pulling jerseys, covert knee strikes, and even dirty tricks in the referee's blind spot.

The whistles blared one after another, and there was no stopping them.

The match lost its original smooth rhythm and devolved into the ugliest kind of muddy brawl.

"Bang!"

During his breakthrough, Lin Bei was hit in the shoulder by an extremely well-hidden elbow strike from his opponent and was knocked to the ground again.

Sweat mingled with heavy breathing, amplifying in this small area.

Lin Bei lay on the floor, his chest heaving violently.

After suffering a series of severe impacts, physical strength began to drain away rapidly, like a leaky wooden bucket.

Amu stood not far away, observing all of this.

A hint of reluctance flashed in the emperor's eyes.

But it was quickly overwhelmed by a brutal competitive spirit.

"Even monsters wouldn't last long under such high-intensity lethality tactics."

Amu clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

"The massive physical exertion, coupled with the constantly interrupted rhythm of the game."

"Lin Bei, your physical and mental state must be on the verge of collapse."

The first half of the game for Shohoku.

Sakuragi Hanamichi watched as Lin Bei was repeatedly and maliciously pulled down, his eyes turning red.

Despite having experienced several major battles, this red-haired man in plain clothes has matured considerably.

But how could his inherently protective and bandit-like nature be completely eradicated?

"These bastards from Hainan, do they think I, a genius, don't exist?!"

Sakuragi was furious, his forehead veins bulging like writhing earthworms.

He suddenly rolled up his sleeves and roared as he rushed over to beat up the Hainan substitutes.

"What are you doing! Calm down!"

Takenori Akagi stood directly in front of Sakuragi like an iron tower.

The enormous hands, like iron clamps, pressed down firmly on Sakuragi's shoulders.

"Let me go! Gorilla!"

"This genius is going to teach them a lesson today!"

Sakuragi struggled desperately, his breathing heavy like that of an enraged bull.

Just then, a strong hand suddenly grabbed Sakuragi by the back of his collar.

Rukawa Kaede had a cold expression, and his dark eyes flashed with an extremely dangerous glint.

Contrary to his usual behavior, he didn't make any sarcastic remarks, but instead spoke in a voice that was cold to the bone.

"Idiot, don't fall for it."

Rukawa Kaede stared intently at Maki and Coach Takato not far away.

"They're waiting for us to make a mistake."

"If you make a move, you'll be kicked out immediately; that's what they want."

Sakuragi Hanamichi shuddered, his frantic movements abruptly halting.

He glared at them through gritted teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but in the end he forced himself to swallow his anger.

"Damn it!"

The match continued in an extremely tense atmosphere.

It's Shohoku's turn to have possession of the ball again.

Lin Bei struggled to circle out from beyond the three-point line to receive the ball.

The Hainanese bodyguard behind him clung to him like a leech, the stench of sweat assaulting his nostrils.

Just as Lin Bei received the ball and turned around...

The other person simply stretched out a leg and tripped Lin Bei's supporting foot in a very subtle way.

At the same time, he pushed Lin Bei hard on the back with both hands.

Lin Bei lost his balance and fell forward.

The ball and the person crashed heavily onto the floor.

The impact was extremely dull, sending chills down one's spine.

The entire venue fell silent once again.

The referee's whistle was blown half a second late.

All eyes were fixed on the figure of number 16 lying on the ground.

Lin Bei did not stand up immediately as he had before.

He sat quietly on the floor, his hands hanging limply at his sides.

His head was bowed low, obscuring his face.

His sweat-soaked, wispy hair clung limply to his forehead.

His overly long bangs completely obscured his eyes, making it impossible to guess his current mood.

Only his shoulders, trembling with heavy breathing, proved that he was still panting.

"Has it finally... reached its limit?"

Looking at that motionless back, Amu's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

On the Hainan bench, the two bodyguards who were executing dirty tactics exchanged a glance.

He burst out laughing, his face full of smug satisfaction.

In the stands, the Shohoku supporters were listless, and even Haruko nervously covered her mouth with her eyes reddening.

Just when everyone thought that this arrogant first-year monster had finally been completely defeated.

"hehe……"

A very faint laugh suddenly came from the floor.

The laughter was initially low and muffled.

It felt like a faint vibration suppressed in the chest.

But soon, the laughter grew louder and louder, and it became impossible to suppress.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

The low laughter gradually turned into a chilling, maniacal laugh.

The laughter sounded particularly jarring in the otherwise quiet stadium.

It even exudes a chilling madness.

The Hainan players' smiles froze on their faces, as if they had been put on pause.

Amu's pupils suddenly contracted, and a strange chill ran down his spine and straight to his head.

"What is he laughing at?"

On the floor.

Lin Bei stopped laughing.

He supported himself with one hand on the smooth wooden floor.

His slender fingers clenched tightly, his knuckles exerting force, even scraping against the floor with a teeth-grinding sound.

Then.

He slowly, little by little, stood up.

The moment he straightened up.

Suddenly, a terrifyingly eerie crimson light burst forth from his eyes.

The crimson light left afterimages in mid-air, and a murderous aura soared into the sky as if it were a tangible substance.

He never cultivated good deeds in his life, only loved killing and arson!

A suffocatingly terrifying aura emanated from Lin Bei.

Like the shockwave from a nuclear explosion, it suddenly engulfed the entire stadium!

The air seemed to have been completely sucked out at that moment.

The two closest Hainan soldiers felt their legs go weak uncontrollably, and they even had an urge to kneel down.

Lin Bei slowly raised his head.

Her bangs were blown to both sides by an invisible wind.

He revealed those eyes, eyes that had been completely devoid of all emotion, like a tyrant awakening from the abyss.

He looked down at everyone on the Hainan team from his high vantage point.

He looked at them as if they were a group of insignificant ants, his eyes full of mockery.

A cold, cruel voice, devoid of any human warmth, exploded in everyone's ears.

"You have successfully angered me."

[Prerequisites have been met]

The Abyss Tyrant has been unleashed!