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

The fighting spirit in their very bones is boiling.

Jordan put down his water bottle, his deep gaze landing on Lin Bei as if it were a physical object.

"I heard you're pretty good at basketball too?"

"Let me see just how much this rich young master really is."

Jordan's voice was deep and imposing, carrying an undisguised arrogance.

"As you wish."

Lin Bei casually took off his coat and threw it forcefully onto the bench.

The two walked one after the other towards the center of the court.

Pippen and Rodman, who were about to leave, exchanged a glance and instantly stopped.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, Rukawa Kaede, and Miyagi Ryota immediately surrounded them, and the entire stadium fell into a deathly silence.

"The rules are simple."

Jordan tossed the ball to Lin Bei, rested his hands on his knees, and chewed gum.

"Three balls, whoever scores three points first wins, you go first."

Lin Bei caught the basketball steadily, feeling the rough texture of the leather with his fingertips.

There was no unnecessary chatter.

The moment he caught the ball, a dangerous glint of crimson flashed in his eyes.

Wild Black Panther, unleash your full power!

Lin Bei's muscle fibers were compressed to their limit in an instant, making him look like a black lightning bolt that tore through space.

He drove straight to Jordan's right side!

Their initial burst of speed was even three points faster than when they played against Hainan!

however.

In the blink of an eye.

An impenetrable wall of flesh had firmly blocked Lin Bei's path of breakthrough.

Jordan lowered his center of gravity slightly and spread his arms.

His eyes were eerily calm.

But every cell in his body seemed to exude the aura of a beast that devoured everything.

Lin Bei's heart skipped a beat.

He was surprised to find that his proud, untamed nature was completely ineffective against Jordan.

Jordan's defensive footwork precisely locked down every change in his rhythm.

For this man who dominated the NBA.

The so-called wildness doesn't need to be deliberately unleashed.

It's as natural as his breathing; it's long been ingrained in his very being!

"Too slow, kid."

Jordan said coldly, his long arm suddenly reaching out to grab the basketball in Lin Bei's hand.

asphyxia.

This is a suffocating level of defense that deprives people of even the space to think.

At this critical moment, Lin Bei took a deep breath.

Deep within his mind, the will of the Abyss Tyrant and the Eye of the Heavenly Emperor instantly achieved a perfect fusion!

A burst of light, a blend of dark gold and scarlet, exploded in his pupils.

Zone!

"I saw it."

Lin Bei whispered, his voice as cold as ice.

Within the vision of the Heavenly Emperor's Eye.

Jordan's flawless defensive focus finally shifted slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Lin Bei suddenly did a sharp back turn, the soles of his shoes screeching against the wooden floor.

Using this reaction force, instead of cutting inside, he retreated at an astonishing speed.

They forcibly created a distance of two meters.

This retreat took them all the way to the midfield logo area.

"Is he crazy?"

Pippen, standing on the sidelines, stared wide-eyed and exclaimed incredulously.

Without any hesitation, Lin Bei jumped and remained airborne.

The body stretched out to its limit in mid-air, like a fully drawn bow.

With a slightly surprised look in Jordan's eyes, the basketball slipped from Lin Bei's fingertips.

It traced a perfect parabola that soared into the clouds.

"Whoosh!"

Hollowed-out net, water splashes and surges!

The score is 2 to 0.

The entire room fell silent.

Immediately following was a series of chilling gasps.

The entire Shohoku team and the Bulls players were all stunned and stood frozen in place.

Rodman touched his bald head and cursed.

"Damn it, this kid didn't suffer any losses against Michael in that fight just now?"

Pippen's expression also became extremely serious.

"Not only can he keep up with Michael's pace..."

"Even in a head-on clash of core strengths, he doesn't fall behind. Is this really an Asian high school student?"

On the sidelines, Rukawa Kaede stared intently at Lin Bei on the court.

His usually cold face was now twitching slightly with extreme excitement.

His clenched fists were trembling uncontrollably.

This level of competition, this ultimate control over basketball, is exactly the level he desperately wants to reach!

"Hey, you damn fox, what are you trembling about?"

"That old black man is not easy to deal with. Master used all his strength in that move just now."

Sakuragi Hanamichi, unusually, did not shout or yell.

He crossed his arms, his gaze steady and focused as he analyzed the situation on the field.

"Shut up."

Rukawa replied, his gaze never leaving the field for even a second.

on the field.

"interesting."

Jordan looked at the midfield line at his feet, and a wildly enthusiastic smile slowly crept onto his lips.

He turned around, and although he couldn't see the special effects on Lin Bei's body yet, he could vaguely sense them.

"Is this your trump card?"

Jordan took the basketball and stood outside the three-point line.

next second.

An aura that was purer, more immense, and even made one's soul tremble, than Lin Bei's.

It erupted from Jordan without warning.

Lin Bei's pupils suddenly contracted.

He was surprised to find that the duel between the two had only lasted a few minutes.

The other party didn't need any emotional build-up at all; they simply pushed open the door.

He casually stepped into the entire Zone!

Jordan's eyes changed.

If he was just a lion toying with its prey...

So now, he is truly the basketball god who dominates the court.

boom!

Jordan moved.

There were no fancy moves, just the most basic probing step followed by a follow-up step breakthrough.

But with the Zone's enhancement, its speed and explosiveness reached an astonishing level.

Lin Bei immediately activated his Heavenly Emperor's Eye, forcibly predicting Jordan's breakthrough route.

He gritted his teeth and moved sideways to block the attack.

But Jordan executed a smooth stop and change of direction at the very moment the two were about to collide.

Then, it rose from the ground.

His signature fadeaway jump shot.

The movements were beautiful to watch, yet carried a deadly intent.

Lin Bei leaped up to block the shot, his fingertips less than a centimeter from the basketball.

But that one centimeter is like an insurmountable chasm.

"Whoosh!"

The basketball shot went in perfectly.

The score is 2 to 1.

There was no chance to catch their breath; the brutal fighting continued.

Jordan stole the ball from Lin Bei and then regained possession.

This time he opted for a low-post back-to-the-basket move.

The crushing force, comparable to that of a heavy tank, sent a dull thud through Lin Bei's chest.

Jordan executed a graceful spin move, gliding halfway through the air before lobbing the ball into the basket.

The score is 2 to 2.

Jordan has secured the match point.

His chest heaved violently; the physical exertion from playing one-on-one with Jordan was far beyond what he had imagined.

"Is this all you can do?"

Jordan looked down at Lin Bei with a godlike scrutiny in his eyes.

Lin Bei wiped the sweat from his chin and took the basketball back from Jordan's hands.

"The competition has only just begun."