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

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The drumbeats of basketballs hitting the floor were as dense as rain.

Each sound struck the hearts of the entire audience with a powerful impact.

Ryota Miyagi's eyes were filled with the fervent excitement of the finals.

Winning the jump ball sent his adrenaline soaring.

The thigh muscles suddenly tensed up.

A terrifying thrust erupted from the calf muscles.

He transformed into a streak of red lightning, tearing through Mingpeng Industrial's still-unpositioned defenses.

"Too fast!"

Kiyota Nobunaga clung tightly to the railing in the stands.

His eyes widened in surprise.

"This guy seems to be even faster!"

The wind whistled in my ears.

Ryota Miyagi only had eyes for the empty half of the field ahead.

During his training in Chicago, he faced Pippen's suffocating "death grip" every day.

That kind of high-pressure defense, which squeezed out his breathing space, had long since pushed his ball control rhythm to an inhuman level.

Watching the defense of high school students in China now is like watching it in slow motion.

A confident smile curved his lips.

Miyagi lowered his body, preparing to drive straight into the paint for a layup.

Just as he stepped one foot into the free throw line.

The overhead lights were completely obscured by a huge shadow.

"boom!"

A muffled thud exploded in front of Miyagi Ryota.

The floor trembled from the terrifying impact.

Miyagi's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart skipped a beat.

What blocked their way was a wall of flesh so wide it inspired despair.

Morishige Hiroshi!

"How is that possible?!"

Ayako, standing on the sidelines, gasped in shock.

"He was just jumping the ball in center circle!"

"How could someone with that size and weight retreat so ridiculously fast on defense?!"

In the stands, Maki Shinichi's face darkened completely. His brows were tightly furrowed.

"No wonder Mingpeng Industrial was able to crush its way into the finals."

"That big guy is not only incredibly strong, but his straight-line sprint speed is just as fast as that of a fast break player on the perimeter."

"This is a monster that defies the laws of physics!"

On the court, Morishige Hiroshi's massive body firmly blocked Miyagi's path to break through.

He bent down slightly, looking down at the palace, which was nearly thirty centimeters shorter.

A smile that seemed innocent yet sent chills down one's spine stretched across his lips.

"Hey shorty, this area is a no-fly zone."

"hey-hey."

The voice sounded just like a child who had snatched their favorite toy.

But those eyes held a chilling, wild light.

Miyagi's breath hitched.

He knew very well that if he tried to jump and shoot now, he would definitely be swatted into the stands by this giant bear.

A desperate situation.

This is a despair-inducing crushing force of physical talent.

In a flash, Lin Bei's words flashed through Miyagi Ryota's mind.

In the Chicago Bulls' training facility, that man once said:

"When your body can't break through their defenses, try to distract them with your eyes."

"The scope has been broadened!" Miyagi Ryota gritted his teeth.

He did not slow down while traveling at high speed.

Instead, he forcefully jumped up to face Morishige Hiroshi's extremely imposing body!

"That's just asking for trouble!"

Coach Mingpeng excitedly pumped his fist on the sidelines. "A-Kuan, take a picture of him!"

Excitement shone in Morishige Hiroshi's eyes, and his massive body soared into the sky like a rocket.

The two giant hands formed a net that completely blocked all of Miyagi's attack angles.

The two were about to collide violently in mid-air.

Ryota Miyagi's gaze, which was originally fixed on the basket, strangely shifted to the left corner.

"What?" Morishige Hiroshi was stunned.

"He's not going to throw it himself!"

Akira Sendoh, standing in the stands, suddenly stood up.

His deep eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"Passing the ball without looking!"

The extreme state in which the body loses its center of gravity and is completely blocked.

Miyagi Ryota flicked his wrist upwards in a very subtle way.

The basketball didn't fly towards the hoop; instead, it traced an exaggerated parabola.

It flew directly over Morishige Hiroshi's head and towards the right side of the backboard in mid-air!

The pass was so high it was practically thrown towards the second-floor stands.

"A mispass?" A surprised exclamation erupted from the stands.

"No! Look over there!"

Someone shouted out.

Tens of thousands of eyes in the arena followed the trajectory of the basketball.

High in the air, a figure wearing a red number eleven battle suit stood.

It has risen to its highest point without anyone noticing!

Rukawa Kaede!

His eyes were as cold as ice, and his muscles stretched perfectly in the air.

He completely defied gravity.

"It's an alley-oop!"

Haruko Akagi covered her mouth excitedly in the stands, her heart pounding.

Rukawa Kaede glides through the air, his gaze fixed firmly on the falling basketball.

There were no distracting thoughts in my mind.

Only during the Chicago training camp did I receive the cold, hard guidance of that basketball god wearing jersey number 23.

"Too many feints, kid."

"In the face of absolute power, all those fancy moves are just flaws."

Rukawa Kaede raised his right hand high, ready to catch the ball in mid-air and dunk it like a thunderbolt.

Just then, a suffocating sense of oppression came from the side.

"Dream on!" A furious roar exploded in Rukawa's ears.

Morishige Hiroshi, who had been tricked and was falling, was suddenly stopped just as he landed.

With an unreasonable burst of ankle power, he completed a terrifying second jump!

Like a bloodthirsty brown bear that has been completely enraged.

Morishige Hiroshi's massive body, exuding a destructive aura, lunged straight at Rukawa Kaede!

"This is too barbaric!"

"That kind of aerial interception would smash him to pieces!"

Kogure Kiminobu, standing on the sidelines, turned deathly pale with fright.

A massive shadow completely enveloped Rukawa Kaede.

Morishige Hiroshi raised his thick arm high, about to chop down the ball and the player.

At that moment, everyone in the audience held their breath.

Facing this ferocious beast that was capable of destroying everything, Rukawa Kaede's cold face showed no sign of panic.

Instead, a dangerous smile curved at the corners of his mouth.

"I've been waiting for you."

Just as Morishige Hiroshi's large hand was about to slap the basketball at the last second.

Rukawa Kaede's raised right hand incredulously pulled it down!

"What?!"

Morishige Hiroshi's pupils dilated.

His determined slap landed squarely on thin air!

Rukawa Kaede's body was forcibly folded in mid-air.

The terrifying core strength of the waist and abdomen was fully unleashed.

He was like a ghost walking in space.

As Morishige Hiroshi's massive body began to fall due to gravity, he somehow managed to stay suspended in mid-air...

There was a pause!

"It's Jordan's hang time layup!"

On the stands, Goro Domoto stared intently at the red figure in the air, his voice hoarse.

"How is that possible?"

"How could a Japanese high school student achieve this level of body control?!"

After forcefully avoiding a fatal block, Rukawa Kaede had already glided to the other side of the backboard.

He calmly completed the alternation of his left and right hands in mid-air.

Hold the ball with your left hand and flick it with your wrist.

The basketball flew from the fingertips, hit the backboard with a soft thud, and landed precisely in the net.

"Whoosh!"

The crisp sound of the net swishing against the wall was particularly pleasant in the deathly silent stadium.

"Beep—!"

The referee blew his whistle, "Goal!"

2: 0!

Shohoku takes the lead!

"boom--!!!"

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the audience erupted in a frenzied roar like a volcanic eruption!

"So cool! Rukawa Kaede is so cool!!"

"Oh My God!"

"Did they switch hands and strike the board mid-air under the monster's cover?"

"This is simply art!"