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

Rukawa Kaede was so shaken by this brute force that he completely lost his balance.

No matter how good his skills were, his huge disadvantage in weight caused him to suffer greatly in aerial combat.

His body flew backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily onto the floor and even sliding half a meter away.

"Smash it in!"

Morishige Hiroshi maintained an astonishingly long hang time in the air.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the basket, and his right arm muscles bulged as he watched Akagi fall.

With one hand, he slammed the basketball into the basket with tremendous force!

Boom!

The basketball hoop emitted a mournful wail and shook violently, as if it might fall apart at any moment.

On the tempered glass backboard, there were even a few tiny cracks that had appeared.

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Morishige Hiroshi landed, his huge feet making a dull thud on the wooden floor.

He did not retreat.

Instead, he slowly turned around and looked down at Rukawa Kaede, who had just gotten up, with his sickly excited eyes.

He exhaled heavy white breath from his nostrils, and sweat slid down his muscles.

Right now, he's like an ancient beast that has just torn its prey apart, exuding savagery.

"You think you can stop me?"

Morishige Hiroshi's voice was hoarse, full of undisguised contempt.

He raised his right arm, extended his carrot-thick fingers, and pointed them straight at Rukawa Kaede's nose.

"Don't take yourself too seriously."

Basketball is a game for the strong.

"If a toy like you, which breaks at the slightest touch, dares to block my way again, I'll crush you to pieces too."

The extremely insulting provocation silenced the tens of thousands of people in the audience.

All eyes were on the two of them.

Immediately afterwards, a morbid celebration erupted on Mingpeng's bench.

"Well done! Ah-Kuan! Smash them!"

"Let that pretty boy see what national-level power really is!"

"Shohoku's ace?"

"He's a joke in front of Ah Kuan!"

On the Shohoku side, Sakuragi Hanamichi went completely berserk.

Her short red hair stood on end, and her eyes were wide open like copper bells.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you fat pig?!"

"Dare to look down on that stinky fox?"

"Only I, the Heavenly One, can look down on this stinky fox!"

Sakuragi roared wildly, rolled up his sleeves, and charged forward, ready to fight to the death.

Miyagi Ryota was shocked and quickly grabbed Sakuragi's waist from behind.

"Calm down, Flower Arrangement! Have you forgotten what your father told you?!"

At this tense moment...

Rukawa Kaede gently patted the dust off his jersey.

He didn't get angry, didn't argue with Morishige Hiroshi, and didn't complain to the referee.

He simply raised his head slowly.

Hidden beneath his wispy hair, his phoenix eyes were fixed on Morishige Hiroshi's mountain-like back.

A burning competitive spirit ignited in his dark eyes.

Like a dormant volcano beneath a glacier, it emitted a roar that shook the earth's crust.

Rukawa Kaede's chest heaved violently, and his blood was boiling.

In all his years of playing basketball, he had never been so humiliated in a head-to-head match.

That violent power didn't frighten him; instead, it completely ignited his most primal fighting instincts.

"Power...?"

Rukawa Kaede looked down at his numb hands.

I kept opening and closing my fingers, feeling the muscles contract.

Then, a chilling smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Miyagi-senpai."

Rukawa Kaede suddenly spoke.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an irresistible sense of pressure.

Miyagi, who was clinging tightly to Sakuragi, subconsciously turned around.

Seeing the dangerous aura emanating from Rukawa Kaede, his heart skipped a beat.

"Next ball, give it to me."

Rukawa looked directly into Miyagi's eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately.

Miyagi swallowed hard without hesitation.

"Okay, it's up to you now."

Shohoku serves from the baseline.

As soon as Rukawa Kaede stepped across the center line, he raised his hand to ask for the ball.

Miyagi delivered a concealed bounce pass; the ball, spinning sharply, precisely slipped between the defender's legs and into Rukawa's hands.

Just as Rukawa Kaede's fingertips touched the ball.

"Flank him! Don't let him accelerate!"

Mingpeng's old coach was waving his arms wildly on the sidelines, letting out a sharp roar.

Before he could finish speaking, Morishige Hiroshi, who had just completed a powerful dunk, immediately abandoned Akagi.

It pounced out with terrifying speed.

At the same time, another defensive stalwart from Mingpeng pounced on the flank like a mad dog.

Double-team!

The highest level of deadly double-team attack!

"What?!"

"Mingpeng has gone mad! They're double-teaming us from beyond the three-point line?!"

Rukawa Kaede felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision.

Two large mountains completely blocked his view, even obscuring most of the overhead lights.

Morishige Hiroshi was like an iron wall, clinging tightly to Rukawa Kaede's front.

The overwhelming muscle strength, combined with the strong smell of sweat, made it difficult for Rukawa to breathe.

The other person was like a plaster stuck to the side and back.

They blocked all passing routes and kept pulling on his jersey with subtle movements to disrupt his balance.

The two formed a perfect deadly angle, forcing Rukawa Kaede into a corner by the sideline.

A bead of cold sweat dripped down his chin and landed on the wooden floor.

The heavy breathing of the Meihou players was right next to me.

"Hehe, pretty boy, why aren't you running away anymore?"

Morishige Hiroshi's distorted face drew closer, his broad chest exerting a constant, hidden force.

Like a bulldozer, they will push Rukawa Kaede out of bounds.

"Weren't you so arrogant just now? Why are you acting like a quail now?"

While exerting his strength, Morishige Hiroshi also unleashed a barrage of trash talk.

"Basketball is not a one-man game."

"Your fancy one-on-one skills are a joke in the face of absolute power!"

"If you can't even protect a ball, you should go home and cry to your mother!"

Mockery, oppression, suffocation.

The entire audience gasped, and many people stood up in shock.

"Rukawa Kaede is locked up!"

"Nowhere to retreat! My heel is almost on the line!"

On the Hainan bench, Kiyota Nobunaga was gripping his thigh tightly.

"Are you kidding me...?"

"Even Senior Maki would have a headache dealing with this kind of destructive double-teaming..."

Mu Shenyi crossed his arms and frowned.

His gaze was fixed on Rukawa Kaede's feet as he constantly adjusted his center of gravity.

"Meihou is trying to completely destroy Rukawa Kaede's will."

"When you're double-teamed like that at the corner, you can't jump, you can't protect the ball, let alone break through."

"Rukawa Kaede, what will you use to break this deadlock?"

on the field.

Rukawa Kaede's right heel was already off the ground, just half an inch away from going out of bounds.

Morishige Hiroshi's power surged like a tsunami, threatening to crush his last shred of balance.

"Mistake! Out of bounds!" Mingpeng's substitutes shouted frantically.

Just when everyone thought Rukawa Kaede was doomed.

Rukawa Kaede's shoulder, which had been bracing itself, suddenly went limp in a strange way.

Just like a Tai Chi master who has deflected the charge of a raging bull.

He leaned backward with remarkable flexibility, following the direction of Morishige Hiroshi's pressure.

My back was almost touching the floor!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The basketball, skimming the floor, blurred into afterimages as it flew from Rukawa's fingertips.

Left hand backhand dribble!

Right hand, between the legs!

Extremely fast crossover step pullback!