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

The audience was silent.

The Bulls' bench players didn't dare to breathe, and Krause was so scared that he almost fell to the ground.

Rodman froze for two seconds, then his face fell, revealing his menacing nature.

He took a step right up to Sakuragi, and the two almost bumped noses.

With his height and long arms, Rodman exuded an overwhelming sense of intimidation.

"You red-haired brat, believe me or not, I can crush you with one hand!"

Rodman gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his thick arms, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Want to fight?"

"Come on, you ugly thing, this genius has been looking for a place to vent his anger!"

Sakuragi refused to back down, his neck stiff and his eyes glaring angrily, his fists clenched tightly.

He is always ready to unleash that iron fist that once dominated the streets of Kanagawa.

Just as the two were about to fight each other and the situation was completely out of control.

"Alright."

Lin Bei's voice wasn't loud, but it was chillingly cold.

This immediately suppressed the tense atmosphere at the scene.

He slowly stood up from the bench.

He didn't get angry, nor did he make any unnecessary movements.

He simply stared calmly at Rodman, the oppressive aura of the abyss emanating from the depths of his consciousness.

A terrifying sense of oppression exploded outwards from Lin Bei.

This is the absolute aura that once crushed the Emperor Engine of the Mu.

Rodman suddenly shuddered.

These defensive stalwarts who rose from humble beginnings have intuition that's even more accurate than that of wild beasts.

He sensed danger emanating from the Asian boy in front of him.

Rodman's fingers involuntarily loosened, his manic expression frozen on his face, and instinct made him behave.

"I didn't pay two million dollars to have you here to practice boxing, Worm."

Lin Bei walked between the two.

He patted Rodman's tense shoulder, his tone exuding absolute control.

"Teach him how to rebound."

"If you can fully unleash his potential, the number on the check can double."

"This is a sure-fire way to make money, should we go for it?"

Rodman's eye twitched, he snorted coldly, and turned to walk towards the basket.

On the sidelines, Jordan and Pippen were drinking water, and neither of them looked too good.

"The Pistons' mad dogs."

Pippen frowned, his face full of disgust.

"Those guys in Detroit play filthy basketball. Lin brought him here, aren't you afraid he'll ruin that redhead's game?"

Jordan put down his water bottle and stared at Rodman's retreating figure.

He hasn't forgotten the dirty elbows and malicious fouls of the Pistons' "Bad Boys" back in the day.

"Dennis's a jerk, but he's got a knack for rebounding."

Jordan said in a deep voice.

"Let's see if that kid can take a beating."

Under the basket.

Rodman turned around, casually tossed aside the towel, beckoned to Sakuragi with his finger, and glared at him menacingly.

"Enough talk, let's get straight to the rebounding in the half-court 1v1."

Rodman pointed to Lin Bei at the top of the arc.

"He's coming to shoot."

"Kid, there's only one rule: if you can take a board off my head, you win."

"But I promise you'll be crying for your mom later."

Sakuragi Hanamichi twisted his neck, his usual carefree demeanor completely disappearing.

His gaze became focused and cold.

This is a sign that he's getting serious.

"Enough talk, come on, you ugly freak."

On the sidelines, Ryota Miyagi's fists were clenched so tightly they were sweating, his eyes fixed on the two players with vastly different sizes under the basket.

"This is bad..."

"Rodman's positioning and center of gravity were flawless."

"What's even more terrifying is his gaze; he's looking at his prey!"

"Ikebana is going to suffer a huge loss this time!"

Miyagi gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

"Let's begin."

Lin Bei stood outside the three-point line and casually tossed the ball toward the basket.

To get a sense of the situation, he deliberately threw a ball with tremendous force that hit the rim.

"Bang!"

The basketball slammed heavily against the rim and bounced high into the air.

"mine!"

Sakuragi stared intently at the landing point, his leg muscles tense, ready to jump.

"Too slow, newbie!"

Rodman's harsh voice boomed in my ears.

I didn't even look at the ball's trajectory.

The instant Lin Bei made his move, Rodman's massive body pressed directly against Sakuragi.

He pressed his left shoulder firmly against Sakuragi's chest, and his big buttocks suddenly sank down, directly blocking Sakuragi's jumping route.

At the same time, in blind spots.

Rodman subtly tugged at Sakuragi's shorts with his left hand, while his knee maliciously pressed against the back of Sakuragi's thigh.

Sakuragi felt his lower body go limp, and his proud explosive power was completely dissipated.

A brute force slammed into the other person's back.

Sakuragi groaned, lost his balance, and was forcefully pushed away, falling to the ground in a sorry state.

Rodman didn't even jump; he simply stood on his tiptoes and easily caught the ball.

"this one?"

Rodman dribbled the ball, looking down at the ball and making sarcastic remarks.

"With that kind of skill, you might as well become a ball retriever."

suffocated.

An extreme sense of frustration surged wildly within Sakuragi's chest.

He gripped the floor tightly with both hands, his knuckles cracking as he clenched them.

In his mind, the image of Morishige Hiroshi hanging on the basketball hoop, looking down at him flashed through his mind.

The humiliation of being utterly crushed and sent flying like a kite with a broken string is still vivid in my mind.

"Never... never again!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a ferocious light, like a wild beast launching a counterattack.

That relentless, unwavering determination made Rodman's mocking expression freeze for a moment.

"Again!"

Sakuragi wiped away his sweat and charged back under the basket, his footing lower and more stable than before.

"Looking for torture."

Rodman scoffed.

"Bang!"

Lin Bei's second shot bounced off the rim again.

This time the landing point was off-center, and it bounced higher.

The physical battle between the two under the basket became extremely intense.

The dull thud of muscles colliding sent chills down my spine.

Rodman used the same trick again, his big butt crushing Sakuragi's lower body while his elbows were secretly tripping him up.

"Get out of my way, you genius!!!"

Sakuragi let out a roar, his legs twisted in an extremely contorted position as he exerted all his strength.

"Bang!"

Even after being pushed back half a body length again, he still managed to forcefully lift himself up!

"Jumping high is useless!"

Rodman sneered as he jumped in sync with Sakuragi, using his terrifying wingspan and positioning to block him in mid-air.

Sakuragi's jump was disrupted, he lost his balance and crashed heavily to the floor.

Just as Rodman thought victory was assured and was about to grab the rebound with one hand...

An outrageous scene unfolded.

As soon as Sakuragi's feet touched the ground, he jumped up again.

Zero-second delay, double jump!

"Whoosh!"

The red figure shot straight up from the ground and forcefully crashed into Rodman.

"What the hell?!"

Rodman's eyes widened in surprise.

The force of the impact caused Rodman's hand, which was trying to catch the ball, to veer off course, and the basketball was knocked away again.

At this point, Rodman had already begun his descent.

But Sakuragi isn't finished yet!

He let out a roar the moment his body hit the ground.

His ankle unleashed an incredibly powerful burst of energy, forcefully propelling him into a third jump!

Extreme hang time!

Empty space!

Even in the dust, sparks can be hidden; in the ordinary, legends can be born.

Sakuragi's jumping talent combined with his ability to break through defenses!

At this moment, time seemed to stretch out in the stadium.

In the narrowed pupils of Jordan and Pippen, and under the ghostly gaze of Miyagi Ryota.

That red-haired kid.

It suddenly rose even higher in mid-air.