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

Rukawa Kaede landed steadily.

He didn't even glance at Morishige Hiroshi, who was panting heavily beside him.

He simply turned away coldly and ran back to his own half of the field.

Its main characteristic is a cool and aloof demeanor.

"Hey, you dead fox."

Sakuragi Hanamichi ran over from the backcourt.

He deliberately kept a straight face, but the corners of his mouth were wildly upturned.

"It's alright, but the pass was good, so you just got lucky."

Rukawa Kaede glanced at him, his tone completely indifferent.

"There's no need to be so arrogant, you idiot."

"Stop wasting time talking nonsense and focus on your defense, you big sieve."

"Who are you calling a strainer?!"

"This genius is destined to dominate the paint!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi gritted his teeth and threw a punch, but his eyes were surprisingly calm.

After Rodman's grueling training, although he has a fiery temper, he has become more composed and a formidable force in the paint during games.

Sidelines.

Lin Bei leaned back lazily in his chair, his legs crossed.

I casually picked up a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it, and took a sip; the icy water went down my throat.

Looking at Rukawa Kaede retreating to defense on the court, a slight smile appeared on his lips, revealing undisguised satisfaction.

"Not bad."

Coach Anzai next to him pushed up his reflective glasses and chuckled.

"Lin Bei's judgment is indeed sharp."

"Rukawa's control over his body has reached a whole new level."

Even dust can hold sparks.

Lin Bei put down the water bottle, a glint of light flashing in his dark eyes, and looked at Ming Peng's halfway point.

"This is just the beginning."

"Now, the real test for them is about to begin."

On the field, Mingpeng Industrial did not panic at all despite their initial setback.

"Don't rush! Slow down the pace and establish a foothold!"

Mingpeng's point guard dribbled the ball across half-court while calmly directing the players' movements.

Ming Peng possesses exceptional tactical skills.

The point guard's eyes were like those of a cold machine, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Patiently dribble at the top of the arc, looking for openings.

"The Meihou team is terrifying not only because of Morishige Hiroshi."

In the stands, Sendoh Akira frowned as he analyzed the situation.

"The outside shooting isn't outstanding, but it's like a precision gear, never making mistakes and never taking credit for others' work."

"All tactics are designed to get the ball to the most dangerous spot."

Sure enough, after several patient attempts to convey the message...

The basketball was lobbed towards the inside at an extremely tricky angle.

The target is Morishige Hiroshi, who needs to get to a position deep inside the restricted area!

"Don't even think about catching the ball so easily!" Sakuragi Hanamichi growled, lowering his center of gravity sharply.

His legs were rooted firmly to the floor like ancient trees.

Rodman's teachings on lower body positioning were used perfectly.

He unleashed his full strength from his waist and abdomen, attempting to push Morishige Hiroshi out of the danger zone.

At the same time, Takenori Akagi quickly came to the rescue from the other side.

"Bang!"

The two broad, thick bodies resembled two giant iron gates.

They sandwiched Morishige Hiroshi tightly in the middle, one on the left and one on the right.

"Double-team!" Miyagi clenched his fist.

"Well done!"

"Sakuragi, Captain! Don't give him a chance to jump!"

Facing the most terrifying double-team in Kanagawa's interior.

Even the nation's top centers would struggle immensely at this moment, and might even make mistakes.

However, Morishige Hiroshi, caught in the middle, showed no intention of passing the ball.

He gripped the basketball tightly with both hands, his head bowed, his expression unreadable.

"Ah-Kuan!!"

The old coach of Mingpeng on the sidelines suddenly stood up.

He cupped his hands to his mouth and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Crush them!!"

These four words were like a forbidden switch being turned on.

Morishige Hiroshi replayed the locker room instructions in his mind: "Don't worry about technique, don't consider tactics. Use your bare body to crush whatever stands in your way into mincemeat!"

Morishige Hiroshi slowly raised his head.

What kind of eyes were those? No anger, no calculation, not even a love for basketball. Only pure, outrageous brutality!

This is an ancient brown bear whose bloodlust has been truly awakened!

"Oh no! This guy's going to use force!" Akagi Takenori's pupils contracted. He could clearly feel the power emanating from Morishige Hiroshi increasing exponentially.

"roar--!!!"

A terrifying roar, unlike anything human, exploded from Morishige Hiroshi's chest!

There were no unnecessary feints, and no attempts to find an opening in the defense. He simply relied on pure muscle strength to force his way into the air!

"Get down!" Sakuragi and Akagi roared at the same time.

The two men, one in front of the other, leaped with all their might. Their four thick arms intertwined in the air, forming an iron net, attempting to force the behemoth back to the ground.

"Bang!!!"

The three enormous bodies collided violently in mid-air!

The explosive sound of muscles colliding sent shivers down the spines of the entire audience. It felt as if their bones were about to shatter.

"This is insane! This level of combat intensity could kill someone!" Kiyota Nobunaga exclaimed in shock, taking two steps back.

In the air, a shocking scene unfolded.

Even Sakuragi, who had received special training from Rodman and whose lower body was as stable as a rock, was no match for him.

Even Akagi, who returned from Chicago with greatly increased strength.

Before Morishige Hiroshi's completely unreasonable burst of brute force, the defense line began to collapse!

Morishige Hiroshi's muscles bulged high, with veins coiling like dragons.

Ignoring the heavy pressure Akagi was pressing on his arm, and ignoring Sakuragi's resistance against his waist.

He carried the two people hanging on his body with his bare hands.

He forcefully slammed the basketball towards the hoop!

"Get in...!"

"BOOM—BOOM—!!!"

A deafening, earth-shattering bang! The basketball was brutally slammed into the hoop by Morishige Hiroshi!

The powerful downward force carried Akagi and Sakuragi away.

He fell heavily back to the floor.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The specially made tempered glass backboard groans in pain.

The heavy hydraulic basketball hoop swayed violently back and forth under the force of a powerful dunk.

It looks like it might fall apart at any moment!

Beep—!

The referee blew his whistle with a trembling hand:

"Goal! White number 15, two points!"

Score 2:2!

draw!

The entire venue was deathly silent.

There were no cheers, no gasps of amazement.

All the spectators were stunned by the destructive power of the slam dunk.

They even forgot to breathe.

"monster……"

Maki Shinichi's voice was terribly dry.

"He forced his way in despite facing Kanagawa's two strongest inside players."

"Mori Shigehiro's strength is simply foul."

"Brother!" Haruko stood up anxiously from the stands.

on the field.

Morishige landed heavily, standing under the basket like a demon god.

He gave a cold glance at the Xiangbei inside players who had been forced back.

A cruel smile curled at the corners of his lips once more.

"Hehe, it's too light."

"You two are both too light."

Akagi Takenori's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

The physical impact just now left him with a dull ache in his chest.

"Is the captain alright?" Miyagi rushed over to help Akagi up.

"fine."

Akagi pushed open the gate to the palace.

His eyes gleamed with a mixture of humiliation and rage.

"This guy's strength is definitely a big problem."

Just then.

A low chuckle came from the side.

"Heh...hehe...hahahahaha!"

Everyone turned around in surprise.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, who was knocked back and slid half a meter, did not fly into a rage as everyone expected.

He ignored the dust on his jersey and licked his lips hard with his tongue.

Those red eyes showed no fear whatsoever.

Instead, they were burning with the extreme excitement of seeing a peerless prey!

"There's something special about him..."

Sakuragi Hanamichi twisted his neck, making a cracking sound.

He stared intently at Morishige Hiroshi not far away, a grin spreading from his lips to his ears.

"That was fucking awesome!"

"Idiot, did you hit your head?"

Rukawa Kaede walked over, his eyes cold.

His tone, however, revealed a subtle wariness.

"That damned fox doesn't know anything!"

Sakuragi took a deep breath.

He turned to look at Akagi, his tone surprisingly calm.

"Gorilla, this guy is strong."

"But even wild beasts eventually run out of strength."

Sakuragi pointed to the location of his heart.

"That old bastard Rodman taught me."

"To tame a wild beast, you must outlast it."