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

The floorboards creaked loudly underfoot.

However, he has only just taken the second step.

Lin Nansheng's bodyguard on the left slid out half a step as if by magic.

Standing at less than 1.9 meters tall, he appeared slender next to Uozumi.

But he simply extended his right hand, which was gloved in black leather, and placed it precisely on Uozumi's broad shoulder.

There are no fancy grappling techniques, only pure, terrifying power.

His five fingers gripped his collarbone tightly like hydraulic clamps, and he suddenly exerted force downwards.

boom!

Uozumi had no time to resist and felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his shoulders.

The supporting force of the lower limbs is directly severed.

His massive body was forcefully pressed down to his knees by a single hand.

His knee slammed heavily onto the floor with a dull thud.

"How is that possible..."

Uozumi's eyes widened, his heart filled with turmoil.

He struggled desperately to get up, his neck veins bulging.

But that hand seemed to be welded to the shoulder, completely immobile.

How could an ordinary bodyguard completely overpower a heavy center like him in terms of strength?

Lin Nansheng ignored Yu Zhu's struggles and casually flicked his cigarette ash.

"Alright, stop making a fool of yourself here."

He exhaled a smoke ring and delivered the verdict directly.

"Uozumi, Afuku, Hanagata."

"The three of you are physically weak, and your mental resilience is as fragile as glass."

"You can go home now. You won't even be qualified to sit on the bench and hand out towels for tomorrow's game."

A deathly silence.

Only then did they realize that the person in front of them was the mastermind behind the special exhibition match that had paid them a lot of money.

Hanagata pushed up his sweat-soaked glasses, revealing a dark, gray background behind the lenses.

Fukuda gritted his teeth, his eyes red and bloodshot.

As a key player, he was so easily and casually stripped of his right to play.

Not far away, Kenji Fujima was biting his lip tightly.

As both a coach and a player, he has an extremely strong sense of self-esteem.

But tonight.

Faced with absolute capital and violence, he couldn't even utter a fart.

Because Lin Nansheng was telling the truth, they suffered a complete and utter defeat.

Lin Nansheng's gaze slowly moved, locking onto Sendoh Akira and Fujima Kenji.

"As for the two of you."

He paused on Sendoh for half a second, as if he had caught a glimpse of that lingering, eerie blue light.

"One of them has a brain and can barely see the situation clearly."

"The other one, while his skills are flashy, is able to remain calm in dire situations."

Lin Nansheng nodded in a gesture of generosity.

"He's a promising talent; let's keep him as a substitute."

Substitute.

In this man's words, the top ace who reigns supreme in Kanagawa is only fit to be a substitute.

Sendoh Akira wiped the sweat from his chin.

He didn't fly into a rage like Uozumi, nor did he suffer the humiliation like Fujima.

Sendoh smiled helplessly and spread his hands.

"Sir, your tone is really outrageously arrogant."

Sendoh took a deep breath to calm himself.

"You substituted those three, and then made me and Fujima the substitutes."

Do you know who our opponent will be tomorrow?

Sendoh's eyes sharpened.

"That was Shohoku, who had just won the national championship and had an incredibly deep roster."

"Those inside are a group of true monsters with abilities beyond the realm of reason."

"Not to mention that man is also there."

Sendoh pointed to the empty stadium.

"You've opened up your entire starting lineup, what are you going to use against Shohoku tomorrow?"

"Are they going to conscript men from the streets in the middle of the night?"

The immortal's words hit the nail on the head.

Basketball is a team sport; without teamwork, it's just a disorganized mess.

Lin Nansheng did not get angry when questioned.

Instead of his usual icy demeanor, a smug smile crept across his face.

It's like watching a frog at the bottom of a well talking about the sky.

"try to find?"

Lin Nansheng gently shook the cigar between his fingers.

"No need to look."

He turned around, his deep gaze fixed on the players' tunnel, shrouded in darkness deep within the stadium.

"In my entire business career, I never fight a battle I'm not prepared for."

"Since you dared to accept the betting odds for this special match."

"We will absolutely not put all our chips on you."

Lin Nansheng's voice suddenly rose, filled with a chilling fervor.

"I knew you guys couldn't do it."

"So, I spent a lot of money in advance."

"A real monster has been summoned from another world."

A real monster.

These five words echoed in the empty stadium.

Sendoh and Fujima's pupils contracted sharply.

What?

Another world?

Lin Nansheng didn't explain further, and slowly raised his right hand.

Snapped.

He snapped his fingers crisply.

"It's time to let them get on the field and warm up."

"By the way, let you frogs in a well see what an insurmountable wall really is."

The snap of fingers fell.

From the darkness of the players' tunnel, a series of footsteps with varying rhythms could be heard.

tread.

tread.

tread.

Some people walk as lightly as a cat, while others walk as heavily as a mountain.

There were also footsteps accompanied by the casual slapping of a ball.

Bang, bang, bang.

The sound of the ball hitting the ground was like a countdown to death.

A dense, violent, and terrifying aura surged forth like a tangible tsunami.

This aura doesn't belong to high school students at all, let alone to that group of American college students from earlier.

This is practically cross-server enforcement with a level advantage!

Sendoh Akira felt his scalp tingle and the hairs on his body stand on end. He instinctively took a half step back and assumed a defensive stance.

Kenji Fujima's breath hitched, as if all the air had been sucked out.

Six tall and slender figures slowly emerged under the dim light.

The first figure had hair as red as burning flames.

The figure walked out slowly.

Akashi Seijuro's steps were not fast, but he carried an aura that left no room for resistance.

He raised his head slightly.

His heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one red, exuded absolute coldness.

"No one who defies me, not even that man."

"Victory is a given to me."

The second figure had dark skin.

Beneath his short, dark blue hair were a pair of wild, languid yet deadly eyes.

He put his hands in his pockets and lazily yawned.

Aomine Daiki raised his head.

His wild, arrogant gaze swept coldly across the entire room.

"Utterly boring."

"The only one who can beat me is myself."

The third figure was ridiculously tall, with long purple hair, and casually chewing on a delicious stick.

The terrifying sense of oppression was in no way inferior to that of the tall American man opposite him.

Murasakibara Atsushi tore open the large potato chip package, grabbed a handful, and stuffed them into his mouth.

He chewed with a loud crunching sound, his tone incredibly lazy.

"This is so troublesome, can't we just crush them all?"

The fourth figure pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, his green hair meticulously styled.

His left hand was wrapped in white bandages, and he raised his fingertips to push up his black-rimmed glasses.

Midorima Shintaro glanced at the penguin plush toy in his hand and frowned slightly.

"Really, you came all this way."

"Cancer's horoscope is clearly terrible today, there's no need to make things difficult for yourself, just do your best and leave the rest to fate."

The fifth figure, with dazzling blond hair and a sunny smile, flashed her left earring.

Kise Ryo waved brightly at the opposite side of the sun.

But there was a hint of danger in that bright smile.

"Yaha!"

"Is this the timeline where that person is located?"

"Hopefully this will excite me."

And behind them.

A sixth figure was faintly visible following behind.

The boy with light blue hair had such a low profile that he was almost invisible.

But the oppressive feeling of these six people coming together.

It immediately ignited the atmosphere at the venue.