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

After counting.

Lin's father stared at that astronomical figure and fell into a long silence.

Recalling Lin Bei's confident statement earlier, "I'm afraid you'll go bankrupt."

This emperor, who wielded immense influence in the global business world, couldn't help but feel a profound sense of speechlessness.

"Bankruptcy?"

Lin's father leaned back in his chair, looking at the large characters on the blue panel.

The Ultimate Tycoon System

A helpless sigh escaped his throat.

"How do we resolve this labor?"

……

At night, at another stadium in Hiroshima.

The red light on the scoreboard was particularly glaring under the lamp.

41: 78.

Jun Uozumi braced himself against his knees with both hands.

Sweat dripped down his rugged chin and onto the floor, splashing up murky water stains.

"Send it to me!"

Uozumi let out a beast-like roar.

He desperately held his position deep inside the penalty area.

Without any hesitation, Kenji Fujima lobbed the ball high into the paint.

Uozumi caught the ball with both hands, roared, and forcefully turned and jumped.

He wanted to vent all the humiliation he had been suppressing on the basketball hoop.

But the instant he took to the air, a huge black shadow completely blocked out the lights above.

The other person is 210cm tall.

The black center didn't even take a running start; he just stood there with his knees slightly bent.

Like a spring rising from the ground.

Its terrifying wingspan resembles a vast, black net.

"Get back on the ground."

The Black center grinned, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth.

The enormous hand slammed into the basketball with a whistling sound as it tore through the air.

"Bang!"

A dull, teeth-grinding bang.

Uozumi felt as if he hadn't bumped into a palm, but rather into a heavy truck traveling at full speed.

His pride and strength were as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of this absolute violence.

The person and the ball.

Uozumi was swatted away from mid-air like a fly being swatted.

His massive body slammed heavily onto the floor with a dull thud.

The entire basketball hoop seemed to tremble.

The basketball bounced back to midcourt like a cannonball.

"team leader!"

Standing at the bottom line, Fukuda Kichijo's eyes instantly reddened.

Fukuda clenched his teeth and charged toward the basketball like a lone wolf that had been provoked.

He scooped up the basketball from the ground and, without hesitation, launched his most prized alley-cutting breakthrough.

Instant Step, acceleration.

Fukuda's eyes were fixed on the basketball hoop.

"Don't be so arrogant!" Fukuda roared inwardly.

But the opponent's counter-attacks were even more terrifying than he had anticipated.

The edge of the penalty area was empty just a second ago.

The two black figures merged together instantly, like ghosts.

The speed at which the joint defense system contracted was so fast it defied the laws of physics.

Before Fukuda could even make a feint to change direction, he was locked in a dead end by two steel-like bodies.

No foul was committed.

There were no unnecessary small movements.

It was just pure footwork and torso compression.

Fukuda's prized offensive skills became a complete joke in the face of this impenetrable black wall of sighs.

He couldn't find any passing lanes.

Even the space to put the ball down was completely taken away.

"drop--!"

A piercing whistle rang out.

Fukuda was forced out of bounds.

He was clutching the ball tightly in his arms, his footprints on the white line outside the boundary.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

This terrifying defensive rotation was simply beyond his comprehension.

"Defense, reorganize!"

Kenji Fujima clapped his hands, trying to regain morale.

Hanagata Toru pushed up his fogged-up glasses.

He was covered in sweat.

The once-clean jersey was now completely soaked with sweat and clung tightly to the back.

Serve from the baseline.

The ball returned to Fujima's hands.

Fujima gave a tactical signal, and Hanagata immediately set a screen, then quickly moved to the vicinity of the free-throw line.

When the person arrives, the ball arrives.

This is Xiangyang's most harmonious teamwork.

He caught the ball in a flower-shaped pattern, his eyes focused intently.

Facing the onrushing opposing power forward, Hanagata took a deep breath and leaned back extremely.

Flexible fadeaway jump shot.

This is the ultimate move he has honed through countless trials to evade tall defenders.

The basketball left my fingertips with an extremely high arc.

The corners of her flower-shaped mouth were just about to curve into a relaxed smile.

"Too slow."

In mid-air, a lazy, mocking English voice poured directly into the flower-shaped eardrums.

The opposing power forward didn't jump until after Hanagata had already released his shot.

But his exaggeratedly high jumping ability directly defied the common sense of airtime.

The black arms stretched infinitely in mid-air.

Before that basketball reached its highest point.

A large hand appeared out of nowhere from the side, its five fingers gripping the basketball tightly like iron clamps.

There was no sound of slapping.

He just pulled the ball off with one hand right in mid-air.

Picking melons from the air.

Their proud technical skills were utterly crushed before the unreasonable and brute force of their talent.

The flower stumbled two steps when it landed.

He slumped to the floor, his eyes behind his glasses staring blankly at the fallen monster.

A sense of despair spread like a plague through the underground stadium.

Kenji Fujima braced himself tightly against his knees with both hands, his chest heaving violently.

Sweat blurred his vision.

As the brains on the field, Fujima has always tried to make up for the huge gap in physical ability with tactics.

Pick and roll, screen, and reverse run.

He deduced countless attack combinations.

But he discovered in despair.

All tactics were transparent to this American college team.

The opponent doesn't need any complicated tactical arrangements at all.

With overwhelming lateral speed and wingspan, they can completely block all passing lanes.

Each receiving point was shrouded in shadow.

"It simply...can't get out." Fujima bit his pale lips.

He looked up and around.

Uozumi collapsed to the ground, panting heavily; Fukuda's eyes were unfocused; and Hanagata was still questioning the meaning of life.

These were once star players who dominated Kanagawa Prefecture.

At this moment, they were being beaten like a bunch of helpless punching bags by the US college champion team.

Is this the cruelty of the real world?

Just as Fujima closed his eyes, almost overwhelmed by the suffocating feeling.

"Give me the ball."

A hoarse yet unusually steady voice rang in Fujima's ears.

It is Immortal Dao.

This genius, who usually wore a carefree smile, now had a solemn expression on his face.

His jersey was completely soaked; you could even wring water out of it.

But his gaze remained unwavering.

Without any hesitation, Fujima handed the ball to Sendoh.

The moment Sendoh catches the ball.

A faint blue light suddenly exploded deep within his eyes.

He started Zone.

The noise of the entire stadium instantly faded from his perception.

All that remained were the rhythm of the basketball bouncing and the defender's breathing.

The two black guards on the opposite side immediately sensed the danger and came to sandwich them from the left and right.

The immortal path did not back down.

With his center of gravity extremely low, the basketball seemed glued to his fingertips.

A crossover step that's incredibly fast.

In the other person's eyes, it was as if three figures appeared out of thin air.

Zone·Magic Illusion.

Sendoh forcefully tore a bloody path through the gap between the two.

They broke into the restricted area.