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

"Beep—!"

The referee's whistle pierced the noise above the stadium.

Dead ball.

Takenori Akagi stood near the free-throw line, panting heavily, his knees bent, sweat dripping from his chin onto the wooden floor.

After several rounds of brutal, hand-to-hand combat with Morishige Hiroshi, they engaged in a brutal, muscular brawl.

Even Akagi, who had undergone grueling training in Chicago, experienced a sharp decline in physical fitness.

He raised his thick arm and hastily wiped away his sweat.

Then, he turned to the scorer's table and made a very firm substitution gesture.

"Referee, Shohoku makes a substitution!" The voice was hoarse, but firm and resolute.

All eyes in the arena immediately turned to Shohoku's bench.

Akagi walked heavily to the sidelines, his gaze fixed on the man sitting in a chair with his arms crossed.

Shohoku's true nuclear weapon, number 16.

"Lin Bei".

Akagi took a deep breath.

"The rest is up to you."

Lin Bei raised his hand to indicate that he understood.

Raising your hand isn't an apology.

No further explanation is needed.

The moment this man steps onto the court, all of the opposing team's tactical arrangements are rendered useless.

Lin Bei slightly raised his eyelids, his expression as calm as still water.

The red Shohoku training uniform was casually tossed onto the back of a chair.

The perfect muscle definition, exposed under the lights, exudes extreme explosive power.

The entire venue was silent for a second, then erupted in a deafening roar of gasps!

"Holy crap! Is Lin Bei going to make a move?"

"Shohoku is still in the lead! Bringing on their ace now, are they just leaving them no chance?"

"A max-level player has accidentally wandered into the newbie village?!"

The moment the sneakers stepped onto the wooden floor.

boom!

An invisible and terrifying aura exploded from his body.

The entire stadium was completely suppressed by this momentum, and all the exclamations were stuck in their throats.

It's a pure example of overwhelming power; the impact is immense.

Inside the restricted area.

Sakuragi Hanamichi, who had just finished a hand-to-hand combat battle, was shocked.

Watching that figure slowly approaching.

His hard-won composure crumbled on the spot.

"Master!"

Sakuragi shouted at the top of his lungs.

"You're not playing by the rules! We're still in the lead, and you've already moved in so early?!"

In Sakuragi's opinion, shouldn't a nuclear weapon like his master be used to turn the tide in desperate situations?

On the other side, Rukawa Kaede also turned around, a flicker of shock flashing in his cold eyes.

He didn't say anything, he just clenched his fists.

That night in Chicago involuntarily flashed through my mind.

The ultimate showdown between Lin Bei and the man known as the "God of Basketball".

When this man decides to take over the game, it means—

The one-sided massacre has begun.

Despite Sakuragi's shouting and yelling, Lin Bei didn't stop.

He chuckled softly, his voice carrying a palpable sense of pressure.

"Basic operation, don't be silly."

"Shut up and watch how your master teaches you to be a decent human being."

Sakuragi shuddered and immediately shut up, retreating to the power forward position.

Directly in front of Lin Bei, Morishige Hiroshi was staring intently at him.

Morishige Hiroshi was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Looking at number 16, who was a size smaller than himself, the arrogant expression on his face completely disappeared.

The beast's instincts were screaming alarms, every cell in its body was screaming for danger.

Morishige Hiroshi scratched the back of his head in frustration.

He grinned, revealing a ferocious smile: "Stop pretending to be all high and mighty! You've finally decided to go for it!"

"I've been waiting for this moment so long, my bones are practically rusting!"

The whistle blew, and the game continued.

Mingpeng Industrial's throw-in in the attacking third.

Mingpeng's point guard held the ball, anxiously searching for a receiving point.

Coach Mingpeng was waving his arms wildly on the sidelines, spitting as he spoke.

"Give the ball to Ah-Kuan! Strength is king, crush him!"

Mingpeng's point guard took a deep breath and exerted force with both arms.

A high-arcing lob shot sailed over the defense and flew precisely towards the inside machine, Morishige Hiroshi!

Snapped!

Morishige Hiroshi's large, fan-like hands steadily scooped up the basketball.

The moment his feet touched the ground, his massive body, weighing over 100 kilograms, frantically gathered its strength.

She turned her head, her eyes bloodshot as she stared at Lin Bei behind her.

"Get out of my way!"

Morishige Hiroshi roared, his muscles tensing.

Without any fancy techniques, they simply used their thick back as a battering ram.

The purest form of brute force crushing!

He wanted to knock this man, along with the ball, out of bounds by shoving him and the ball out of bounds!

The enormous shadow, carrying destructive power, crashed into Lin Bei with a deafening roar.

However, this impact was enough to break the ribs of an ordinary person.

Lin Bei didn't retreat even half a step, nor did he lower his defensive center of gravity.

Just as the two were about to collide.

Lin Bei's lips curled into a cold smile.

hum!

A burst of dark golden light exploded in his eyes.

The Eye of the Heavenly Emperor is opened.

The entire world instantly deconstructed in Lin Bei's eyes.

The texture of Morishige Hiroshi's muscle contractions, the fulcrum of his bones exerting force, the rhythm of his breathing...

Everything is transformed into precise data, all within easy reach.

Don't force it.

The moment they made contact, Lin Bei's chest slightly contracted.

With his feet planted on the Bagua symbol, his body smoothly traced an arc in the direction of Morishige Hiroshi's impact.

Tai Chi, transforming energy.

Use the opponent's strength against them, and use minimal force to achieve maximum effect!

boom!

Morishige Hiroshi thought he would run into a steel wall, but it was like plunging into a void of cotton.

The terrifying brute force was like a mud ox entering the sea, finding no foothold whatsoever.

"What the hell?!"

Morishige Hiroshi's pupils suddenly contracted.

Before the brain could process it, the body had already lost its balance.

Using too much force without hitting anything, his weight of over 100 kilograms became a death sentence.

Morishige Hiroshi's legs staggered forward uncontrollably, and he fell straight forward like a collapsing building.

It was this moment of imbalance.

Lin Bei moved with light, swift steps, brushing past Sen Chongkuan like a ghost.

As they brushed past each other, he slowly extended his right hand.

With slender fingertips, he gently flicked the basketball that Morishige Hiroshi was holding in his arms.

The movements were as graceful as playing the piano, yet they carried a deadly cutting force.

Snapped.

A crisp sound.

The basketball, which Meihou regarded as his lifeline, was stolen without any warning!

"How is this possible..." Mingpeng's defender clutched his head in despair.

Lin Bei didn't even glance at Morishige Hiroshi, who had fallen to the ground.

After successfully intercepting the ball, he dribbled it with ease with his right hand, his body upright.

An aura of tyranny, where he was the only one who mattered, surged into the sky!

boom!

The sneakers slammed heavily onto the floor.

With maximum speed, like a dark golden lightning bolt, it directly shook off all of Mingpeng's attempts to surround and defend it.

He charged into Mingpeng's half of the field alone, carrying the ball like a tyrant surveying his territory.

Meipeng's defenses crumbled at the slightest touch in the face of absolute speed.

The frontcourt was completely empty.

Only the basketball hoop awaits judgment.

He stepped across the three-point line.

step.

Two steps.

With his left foot just inside the free-throw line, a terrifying burst of power surged through his foot!

boom!

The wooden floorboards made a dull thud.

Lin Bei defied gravity and rose straight up from the ground!

His body stretched out completely in mid-air, his waist and abdomen forming an exaggerated bow shape, his right arm gripping the ball, and he swung it behind his head in a perfect full moon motion.

Ultimate hang time! The ultimate in violent aesthetics!

The entire audience looked up, staring blankly at the man suspended in mid-air.

"Get in! Get in!"