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

Snapped!

The basketball was cut out of bounds by a tremendous force.

"What?!"

Morishige Hiroshi stared wide-eyed at the red-haired boy who had been fully revived.

"Huff... huff..."

Sakuragi was panting heavily, sweat dripping down his face.

He grinned, his smile growing increasingly sinister.

"This genius's health bar is bottomless!"

In the following rounds.

The match devolved into a pure hand-to-hand combat between the two.

"Bang!"

"Smash him!"

"Bang!"

Sakuragi was knocked over time and time again, but he bounced back up like an unkillable monster.

He brought his lower body strength, honed through special training in Chicago, to its fullest potential.

Their relentless defense effectively halted Meihou's attempt to overwhelm Shohoku.

But the continuous heavy impacts eventually drained his energy.

After another violent collision, Sakuragi fell heavily to the ground, hitting the back of his head on the floor.

My vision went black for a moment, and I heard a buzzing sound in my ears.

The clamor of tens of thousands of people around seemed to vanish at this moment.

My vision gradually blurred, and cold, damp memories coiled around my heart like venomous snakes.

It was a rainy day during my junior high school years. The street was dimly lit, and my father lay on the ground.

He desperately tried to call for emergency help, but was blocked by several delinquent teenagers.

Later, it was a chilling hospital corridor.

The doctor, wearing a mask, shook his head helplessly.

That feeling of helplessness, as if the whole world were collapsing, gripped Sakuragi's heart tightly.

"If only I could have done it sooner..."

That weak and powerless self utters a desperate lament from the depths of memory.

"Can't you stand up anymore?"

"Rubbish."

Morishige Hiroshi looked down at him and smiled disdainfully.

On the sidelines, Coach Mingpeng's lips curled into a cruel sneer.

"Keep feeding the balls like crazy!"

"Use him as a punching bag!"

"Completely destroy his confidence in defense!"

"Hanamichi!" Miyagi Ryota anxiously tried to rush over.

Sakuragi sat on the floor, head down.

A warm liquid slid down the corner of my eye; I couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears.

"What are you doing, Sakuragi?"

A calm yet penetrating voice reached Sakuragi's ears.

Sakuragi shuddered and struggled to lift his head.

In the audience, Yohei Mito and the others did not utter a single sound.

They just stared at him, raised their right hands, clenched them into fists, and slammed them hard into their left chests.

That was a silent trust.

On the sidelines, Lin Bei stood quietly with his arms crossed.

There was no anxiety in those deep eyes, only a calm and steadfast understanding of the soul.

Lin Bei didn't shout, but his gaze was like a red-hot sword.

"How much longer do you want to lie in that pathetic past?" Lin Bei's lips moved slightly, and Sakuragi understood.

"I'm... a genius..."

Sakuragi raised his hand and fiercely wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, completely crushing his weakness.

"I will never let anyone fall before me again!"

He slammed his hands on the floor, and like a burning war god, he stood up straight again!

"Oh? You can actually stand up?"

"Then I'll send you to hell again!"

Morishige Hiroshi twisted his neck, his joints cracking.

The crucial defensive round, a matter of life and death, has arrived.

The defender from Mingpeng lobbed the ball high into the penalty area.

Morishige Hiroshi received the ball, his aura compressed to the extreme.

Its massive body resembles an active volcano about to erupt, with power concentrated in its back.

"Go to hell, you red-haired monkey!"

Morishige Hiroshi roared and launched a devastating back-to-the-basket attack!

At that moment, time seemed to slow down in Sakuragi's eyes.

He did not back down, nor did he resort to brute force. On the boundary between life and death, his inner self was completely awakened.

I'm reminded of Haruko's question, "Do you like basketball?"

I recalled the days and nights of Lin Bei's grueling training.

I remembered Rodman's arrogant face:

"Defense isn't about muscle; it's about brains and your lower body!"

"I am... Shohoku's ace!"

hum!

A burst of extremely violent scarlet lightning exploded in Sakuragi's eyes!

The air around him seemed to be sucked out, and a terrifying, suffocating aura suddenly erupted.

Zone: Broken Void!

"Smash it!"

Morishige charged forward with the power to destroy everything.

However, just 0.01 seconds before his back was about to touch Sakuragi's chest...

Sakuragi's lips curled into an extremely arrogant smile.

His previously rock-solid stance suddenly and strangely loosened.

With a sudden twist of his waist, his body slid half a step to the right like a ghost!

Rodman's secret technique: remove the chairs!

"What?!"

Morishige Hiroshi's thunderous strike actually hit a solid ball of air!

His massive body, weighing over 100 kilograms, completely collapsed after losing its support point!

"Boom!"

Morishige Hiroshi, along with the ball, fell to the ground with a scream, like a clumsy elephant that had been tripped up.

He fell flat on his face in a very embarrassing manner, the wooden floorboards letting out a painful groan.

The entire arena fell silent. This was an absolute intellectual defeat!

But Sakuragi's performance has only just begun.

The moment he fell, Sakuragi scooped him up with his large hand and caught the basketball in his arms.

"Counterattack!"

Lin Bei suddenly swung his right arm from the sidelines.

boom!

Sakuragi, like a raging crimson lightning bolt, tore apart Meihou's defensive formation.

One step, two steps, three steps!

His speed was unbelievable; the Mingpeng defender couldn't even touch the hem of his shirt.

The frontcourt was completely empty.

Sakuragi rushed to the free-throw line, his eyes flashing with a bright crimson light.

"Drink it all!"

He slammed his left foot into the free-throw line, and his whole body shot up like a rocket defying gravity!

His body was stretched out in mid-air like a fully drawn bow, with his right hand holding the basketball high behind his head.

Ultimate hang time, ultimate violent aesthetics!

"Meteor Dunk... Missed!"

boom!

Sakuragi slammed the basketball into the hoop with earth-shattering force!

The immense force caused the basketball hoop to make a loud bang, and the tempered glass backboard shook violently, leaving afterimages.

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Wow!

The stadium, silent for a second, was instantly overturned! The gasps of 100,000 people surged like a tsunami!

"My God!"

"A coast-to-coast free-throw line dunk?!"

"He faked out Morishige Hiroshi!"

"He single-handedly destroyed Mingpeng's inside game!"

Sakuragi released his grip on the rim and landed steadily.

Instead of rushing back to defend, he strode up to Morishige Hiroshi amidst the deafening cheers of "MVP".

He stretched out his finger, pointed directly at Morishige Hiroshi's nose, and laughed loudly.

"Hahaha! You fat pig!"

"See that? This genius's health bar is infinite!"

"You're a hundred years too early to defeat me!"

"asshole……"

Morishige Hiroshi lay face down on the floor, his eyes bloodshot.

Sidelines.

Coach Mingpeng looked ashen-faced, gripping the tactics board tightly.

That red-haired kid...

They actually broke Ah-Kuan's backhand attack?

The old coach gritted his teeth, his madness turning into extreme resentment.

He turned around abruptly and stared intently at Ryota Miyagi, who was high-fiving Rukawa.

"Since we can't break through inside..." Coach Mingpeng's voice was as cold as a venomous snake.

"Then activate the second plan!"

"put all one's eggs in one basket!"