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

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The basketball slammed heavily onto the floor.

Shinichi Maki's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode.

My chest heaved violently, like a burst bellows.

Sweat stung his eyes, and he didn't even dare to blink.

The blinding red light of 41:26 on the scoreboard stabbed at his heart like a knife.

The purple "Emperor Engine" that he was so proud of within him.

Under the crushing force of Lin Bei's dark golden Heavenly Emperor radiance, it shattered and was on the verge of being completely extinguished.

"My Zone... lost."

Amu clenched his back teeth, his mouth filled with the nauseating taste of blood.

Looking at my trembling hands, an unprecedented sense of despair, like the pressure of deep-sea water, squeezed in from all directions.

Strength is waning, muscles are spasming.

Is Hainan's flag really going to fall today?

"No... absolutely not!"

Amu let out a low growl, like a trapped beast.

His eyes became incredibly tragic. If his regular physical strength was exhausted, then he would fight to the death!

Even if it costs him his last bit of strength, he has to charge!

The Hainan rest area on the sidelines was deathly silent.

Coach Gao Touli suddenly stood up.

His eyes reddened as he watched Amu, who was teetering on the edge of his seat but still trying to accelerate.

"That's enough... that's really enough."

Gao Touli's voice trembled as he turned and shouted at the technical table.

"Referee! I request a substitution—"

"Wait a moment!"

A loud shout abruptly interrupted Gao Touli.

Amu didn't turn around; his broad back was as heavy as a mountain.

He turned his head to the side, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the sidelines.

"Amu, your body has reached its limit!"

"If you keep hitting me, I'll ruin you!" Gao Touli roared hysterically, clutching the GG card.

"Let me finish, coach."

Amu's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable resolve.

He took a deep breath and forced his trembling legs to the floor.

"This is my last shred of dignity as a Hainan player!"

These words struck every corner of the stadium with a heavy thud.

Gao Touli was startled, and his hand, which was raised towards the technical table, froze in mid-air.

Looking into Amu's eyes, which were burning with intense passion, tears welled up in her eyes.

He dejectedly lowered his hand, gritted his teeth, and nodded.

"Go... go finish your match."

On the court, Shohoku is on offense.

Lin Bei held the ball in one hand, his dark golden eyes coldly sweeping across the entire field.

With a casual bounce pass, the ball, like a dark golden lightning bolt, tore apart Hainan's riddled defense.

Inside the penalty area, Sakuragi Hanamichi, having entered a state of "air cut-off," remained as steady as a rock.

Instead of shouting as usual, he used his extremely steady lower body to firmly block Takasago Kazuma.

He caught the ball with both hands and turned cleanly and crisply.

"boom!"

A powerful one-handed dunk!

The scoreboard flips over, 43:26!

"That was so cool, Sakuragi-kun!"

Haruko Akagi in the stands jumped up excitedly, cupping her hands to her mouth and cheering.

The members of Sakuragi's gang also waved their fists wildly.

Yohei Mito shook his head with a sigh:

"Hanamichi is like a completely different person once he enters this red state. He's so reliable it's frightening."

On the court, Rukawa ran past Sakuragi, coldly tossing out a sentence:

"Your positioning was too rigid just now, you idiot, wasting half a second of my passing vision. It was completely unnecessary."

Sakuragi landed on the rim, a flash of crimson lightning dancing in the corner of his eye, and retorted without hesitation:

"Shut up, you damned fox!"

"This genius clearly blocked that monkey completely!"

"If it weren't for me, you would have been surrounded and killed long ago!"

The two were arguing, but their eyes revealed a tacit understanding that only they could comprehend.

Possession changed hands, and Hainan launched its most frantic counterattack.

No tactics, no positioning, just instinctive, chaotic fighting for their lives.

Ashin, Kiyota, and Muto all ran wildly, as if they were madmen.

"Give me the ball!" Amu roared from the backcourt.

The moment they received the ball, the entire Hainan team unleashed a burst of incredible speed.

But Lin Bei simply stood quietly outside the three-point line, his Heavenly Emperor's Eye operating at full power.

In the dark golden light, the chaotic battle in Hainan, which seemed to have no rhyme or reason, was deconstructed into countless clear predictive lines in Lin Bei's eyes.

"Too slow, full of flaws."

Lin Bei subtly moved his feet, his figure appearing like a ghost in the path of the pass.

"Snapped!"

The first ball, a bounce pass from Maki to Kiyota, was kicked away by Rinhoku.

"Snapped!"

On the second ball, A Shen tried to make a run from the bottom corner to receive the pass, but Lin Bei was positioned a second in advance and intercepted the ball.

In just twenty seconds, Hainan launched three desperate counterattacks in a chaotic battle, all of which were effortlessly neutralized by Lin Bei's exceptional insight.

"hiss--"

The entire audience gasped in unison.

"What kind of divine monster is this?!"

"Hainan's play was completely illogical; how could he possibly predict the landing point in advance?"

"Can this guy see the future?"

"It's absolutely outrageous that they opened the door for such an outrageous mother! It's utterly outrageous!"

As the audience gasped in surprise, the situation on the field changed again.

During a desperate change of direction to chase and defend, Amu slammed his right foot onto the floor.

A soft, muffled click.

Amu's face turned ashen. He lost his balance and staggered forward three steps, nearly falling headfirst.

He clutched his right ankle, cold sweat pouring down his face like a waterfall.

High up in the stands, in the Ryonan area.

The previously languid Sendoh Akira suddenly gripped the railing tightly, his eyes filled with shock and worry.

"That move... Oh no!"

The immortal's voice rarely lost its composure.

"Amu's right ankle is an old injury from last year's prefectural tournament!"

"He pushed himself too hard, and his old injuries completely flared up!"

Jun Uozumi felt a chill run down his spine: "Old injury relapsed? And he still ran?!"

Sendoh looked at the limping figure on the field, gritting his teeth in despair, and a deep sense of awe rose in his eyes:

"Because... he is Maki Shinichi of the King of Hainan."

On the field, Kiyota Nobunaga was closest to Maki.

He could clearly see Amu's face contorted in pain, and his right ankle trembling.

"Senior Mu..."

Kiyota's eyes were bloodshot, and two streams of hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

He didn't help him up, because he knew that would be the greatest insult to the emperor.

"Damn it! We haven't lost yet!!!"

Kiyota Nobunaga roared in fury.

He completely abandoned defending Rukawa Kaede and charged towards Shohoku's interior like a cannonball.

Facing two formidable opponents, Akagi and Sakuragi.

Without hesitation, Kiyota rammed his small body into the impact!

"Bang!"

A dull thud resounded.

Kiyota was nearly coughed up blood from the force rebounded by Akagi.

But he gritted his teeth and spread his arms wide.

Using all their strength, they forcibly created a human wall at the top of the arc with their own flesh and blood!

This is a desperate human screen!

"Senior! Throw it!!!" Kiyota shouted hoarsely.

This sound awakened Jin Soichiro on the other side.

A-Shen slipped through the gap created by Kiyota's desperate block and received a pass from A-Maki.

Standing beyond the three-point line, holding the ball in both hands, tears blurred his vision.

As Shen looked at the basketball hoop, his mind was filled with admiration for Mu.

Five hundred three-pointers every day, every word of encouragement from Amu has now transformed into the power in his fingertips.

"Senior Mu... thank you."

Ah Shen leaped high into the air, despite the extremely tight defense.

With tears in his eyes, he forced out a three-pointer with an extremely high arc!

All eyes in the arena were glued to the trajectory of the basketball.