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

Lin Bei stepped up to the free-throw line.

The entire basketball court was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, except for the faint sound of his shoes rubbing against the floor.

He didn't even lift his eyelids; his scarlet eyes held an indifferent expression.

The referee swallowed hard and passed the basketball over.

Lin Bei caught the ball with one hand, skipping even the habitual dribbling motion to find his rhythm.

With a slight bend in the knees and an extremely gentle flick of the wrist, he achieved his goal.

The basketball left my hand, tracing a lifeless, flat arc in mid-air.

"Whoosh."

The crisp sound of swishing the net, however, sounded like a death knell at that moment.

Hollow hit!

The scoreboard emitted a cold, mechanical clicking sound: Shohoku 31:17 Hainan.

The score gap widened even further.

Amu lay quietly on the wooden floor.

Sweat dripped down his jawline and slammed heavily onto the floor.

He couldn't hear the gasps from the crowd, nor could he hear the referee's whistle.

All I could hear was my own heavy breathing; my chest felt like it was filled with shards of glass, and every breath brought excruciating, tearing pain.

The bright white light from the ceiling shone on his face, making it hard for him to open his eyes.

Those once commanding eyes were now gradually losing focus, and the pupils began to dilate uncontrollably.

Lin Bei's chilling words kept replaying in his mind like a curse.

"Before the abyss, you don't even have the right to kneel."

The fortress in his mind called "Ever Victory" was collapsing for the second time under Lin Bei's absolute violence.

The king's heart is on the verge of collapse.

On the sidelines, Coach Gao looked as if all the bones in his body had been drained, and slumped into a chair in despair.

He casually tossed his prized tactics board aside.

The folding fan that he never parted with, a symbol of strategic planning, quietly slipped from his palm.

"Clatter".

The folding fan fell onto the wooden floor.

Coach Gao stared blankly at the field, muttering to himself in despair:

"Is the era of Hainan's dominance coming to an end today...?"

This is an utterly unreasonable attack from a lower dimension.

Any tactic seemed like a pathetic joke in the face of that number 16 boy's absolute talent.

"Shepherd!"

A heart-wrenching scream suddenly rang out.

Kiyota Nobunaga, his eyes red, charged forward like a crazed little cheetah.

He knelt down beside Amu without hesitation.

He gripped Amu's sweat-soaked jersey tightly, his knuckles taut.

"You are our king!"

Kiyota gritted his teeth, but tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

He shook Amu's heavy body forcefully:

"If you fall, what will happen to Hainan!"

Hot tears welled up in his eyes and smacked hard on Amu's cheek with a loud thud.

The heat caused Amu's nerves to twitch violently, and his unfocused pupils immediately contracted.

Kiyota's cries were like a thunderclap that cleaved through the darkness, shattering the chaos in his mind.

He was completely awakened by this genuine emotion.

Countless images flashed wildly through my mind like a revolving lantern.

The worn-out basketball shoes in the training hall, and the "Ever-Victorious" flag that hangs high at the top of Kanagawa, forever fluttering in the wind.

"I haven't lost yet."

Amu said to himself in his heart.

We can't lose, we absolutely can't lose!

The confusion in his eyes was completely dispelled, replaced by a raging purple flame.

A terrifying, suffocating pressure erupted from his body.

"ah--!"

Amu suddenly raised his head and let out a fierce, beastly roar.

The purple Zone on his body shone brightly, transforming into visible energy ripples.

Like a raging storm, it swept through the entire basketball arena in the blink of an eye.

This is the imperial dignity that is at stake.

The bronze gate suddenly swung open at that moment.

Half-step Zone "Emperor's Resonance"! Evolution begins!

Zone: Emperor Engine!!

Launched in dire circumstances!!

Amu's purple light transformed into invisible threads, rapidly spreading along the wooden floor.

They immediately connected with the four Hainan players on the field.

Kazuma Takasago's eyes widened suddenly, his listless spirits being forcibly injected with a stimulant.

Muto's legs, which had been heavy, suddenly surged with explosive power.

Kiyota Nobunaga wiped away his tears, feeling his heart pounding wildly in sync with Maki's rhythm.

On the outside, Jin Zongyi took a deep breath, his previously trembling wrist becoming as steady as a mountain.

The team's morale, speed, and strength.

In this moment of resonance, terror escalates.

High up in the stands.

Sendoh Akira, who had been leaning lazily against the railing, suddenly straightened his back.

"Crack." Sendoh crushed the mineral water bottle in his hand.

He was completely unaware of the icy water splashing all over him.

His usually calm and collected face was now filled with horror.

"A miraculous escape from a desperate situation..."

Sendoh stared intently at the purple storm on the field, his tone more solemn than ever before.

"This is truly the number one person in Kanagawa."

Hikoichi Aida was frantically flipping through his notebook beside him, his voice trembling:

"Senior Sendoh, what's wrong with him?"

Sendoh narrowed his eyes and slowly exhaled:

"His Zone... is complete."

"Amu directly pulled the entire team into his domain."

The game continues.

Amu pushed Kiyota's hand away and stood up steadily from the floor.

He twisted his neck, making a popping sound like his bones were cracking, as if he had been reborn.

Faced with the chilling pressure emanating from Lin Bei, Amu no longer flinched.

He walked to the backstage area and extended his right hand to Takasago, his voice steady:

Give me the ball.

Amu turned his head and stared directly into Lin Bei's scarlet eyes, his gaze as firm as a rock.

"I will never let the flag of Hainan fall here!"

Lin Bei burst out laughing, his eyes practically brimming with amusement.

"An interesting death throes." Lin Bei licked his slightly dry lips.

Shohoku's first half.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, unusually, did not shout or yell.

He stood firmly in a horse stance, his legs rooted to the floor like tree roots.

After countless Spartan-style training sessions, Lin Bei's defensive stance is now extremely solid.

His composure during the game made him look like a true defensive anchor in the paint.

Sakuragi stared at Maki dribbling the ball forward, muttering in a low voice:

"Has this middle-aged man taken the wrong medicine?"

"It's going to explode with power right here, emitting purple smoke."

Rukawa Kaede ran past him, delivering a sarcastic remark without any politeness:

"Idiot, mind your own business and stop dragging everyone down."

Sakuragi raised an eyebrow and snorted coldly: "You stinky fox, this genius is as steady as Mount Tai."

"You should worry more about whether you'll get hit and thrown into the air."

The two were like a pair of bickering enemies, neither willing to give in to the other.

However, their defensive positioning complements each other perfectly.

Amu dribbled closer to the three-point line, his purple aura clashing fiercely with Lin Bei's scarlet tyrannical aura.

A piercing, screeching sound seemed to emanate from the air.

"bring it on."

Lin Bei spread his arms wide, like an iron wall sealing everything off.

Without the slightest hesitation, Amu used the surge of power to slam his right foot onto the floor.

"Bang!" A loud explosion.

Amu is like a heavy tank with a full load of fuel, forcibly pushing forward with its shoulders down.

The two collided violently, the sickening sound of muscles colliding echoing throughout the arena.

Lin Bei raised an eyebrow slightly.

He thought to himself: My power has increased.