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

Sendoh Akira stared intently at the five strangely aura-filled boys, just about to speak.

A voice that was practically nonexistent suddenly exploded in his ear.

"Everyone, please don't underestimate the enemy."

"We came here to see that person."

Holy crap!

Sendoh was so frightened that he took a big step back.

His back slammed heavily against the basketball hoop with a dull thud.

He turned his head as if he had seen a ghost.

Before he knew it, a short boy with light blue hair was already standing next to him.

Kuroko Tetsuya stared blankly ahead, as if he had always been there.

Sendoh's heart pounded wildly, and cold sweat soaked his back.

With his keen observation skills, he didn't even notice how the person had gotten close.

Kenji Fujima also gasped.

The two looked at each other, their worldviews nearly shattered.

The aura emanating from these teenagers is too strange; they don't have the slightest trace of the naivety of high school students.

They're nothing but monsters in human skin.

The most deadly thing is this violent aura that treats everything as nothing.

He's practically identical to that monster from Shohoku named Lin Bei!

"Hello!"

"You bunch of Asian dwarfs who haven't even grown all their hair yet, are you making a movie?"

The American team's black captain finally came to his senses.

Looking at this group of teenagers with brightly colored hair, he felt like his intelligence was being rubbed into the ground.

"You just said you were looking for a real monster, and you brought in these high school students?"

"Uncle, you've been scammed!"

Faced with the provocation, Aomine Daiki stopped in his tracks.

His gaze was fixed on the black center who was just over two meters tall.

Walking to the sidelines, Qingfeng casually grabbed a basketball and spun it rapidly between his fingers.

He grinned, his eyes sharp as knives.

"Big guy, enough with the nonsense."

"Are you ready to be tortured?"

Lin Nansheng watched all of this with satisfaction from the sidelines.

He took a deep drag on his cigar.

The smoke obscured the faint light in his eyes.

He turned around and sat back in the leather chair that the bodyguard had brought.

At the same time, Lin Nansheng calmly muttered to himself in his mind.

"Using them is definitely much more reliable."

"Right, System?"

【Ding! 】

[The host has spent 60 billion US dollars to exchange for and use the 'Time-Space Summoning Card']

[Successfully Summoned: The Generation of Miracles]

[Duration: Until the end of the special exhibition match]

Lin Nansheng crossed his legs and chuckled.

The outside world thought he was just a business tyrant.

Who would have thought that he was a man with a system?

But as long as you have enough money, you can summon even a powerful being who transcends time and space!

"The game restarts."

Lin Nansheng flicked the fingers holding the cigar.

beep--!

The bodyguard who was also acting as a referee blew his whistle loudly.

The American college team returned to their positions, filled with anger.

The scoreboard still displayed a glaring 78:43.

"Teach these arrogant brats a lesson!"

The black captain roared.

Seijuro Akashi took the basketball and slowly walked towards the center circle.

His steps were as leisurely as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

The opposing black point guard pounced on him like a tiger, trying to steal the ball using his physical advantage.

"Too slow."

Akashi's eyes shimmered with a red and a gold light.

The Eye of the Heavenly Emperor is opened.

He didn't even make any unnecessary feints.

Just as the Black point guard leaned forward, the basketball casually bounced between his legs.

boom.

The black point guard felt a sudden, jerky sensation in his ankle.

The massive body tilted backward uncontrollably.

He fell heavily onto the floor.

Ankle terminator!

The entire arena fell silent, save for Akashi's indifferent back as he passed by.

Akashi failed to penetrate the paint; with a flick of his wrist, he sent the ball flying like a cannonball towards the backcourt.

Midorima Shintaro has already taken his shooting stance.

He stepped onto the free-throw line in his own half of the court.

"Is he insane?!"

"This is the backcourt!"

Kenji Fujima, who had fallen to the ground, cried out in surprise.

Midorima adjusted his glasses, his eyes remaining completely expressionless.

Takeoff, hang time, and an extremely perfect release arc.

The basketball traced an absurdly high parabola through the air, almost reaching the ceiling.

Everyone in the stadium was looking up.

Watching that basketball soaring through the air.

Swish!

The net was hollow when it was put into the net, and the net pattern didn't even appear very large.

A super high-arc three-pointer with a 100% success rate across the entire court!

78: 46.

Sendoh Akira's pupils contracted sharply.

"How is this possible..."

"They...and Lin Bei..."

But this was only the beginning of the massacre.

The US team inbounded the ball from the baseline, and the black center had just passed it out.

Akashi appeared behind him and scooped him up with his right hand.

The basketball flew out.

Immediately afterwards, a violent blue lightning bolt tore through the restricted area's defenses.

Aomine Daiki receives the ball.

He didn't slow down at all when double-teamed by two black centers who were both over two meters tall.

Instead, he jumped directly towards the two of them!

In mid-air, his body went limp and leaned backward as if he had no bones.

It has completely lost its balance.

"court death!"

The black center roared as he blocked the shot.

But at the extreme angle where his body was almost parallel to the floor, Qingfeng casually tossed the ball towards the basket with one hand.

Unpredictable shooting form!

The basketball grazed the black man's fingertips and fell precisely into the basket.

The referee blows the whistle, two plus one.

Swish.

Qingfeng casually added a penalty to the penalty.

78: 49.

"A monster..."

The black captain swallowed hard, cold sweat pouring down his back.

The US team's offense was also completely shut down.

Murasakibara Atsushi stands like a demon god in the restricted area.

With an astonishing wingspan and terrifying reaction speed, he swatted away all of the American team's shots.

"It's too weak, I'm almost falling asleep."

Murasakibara Atsushi grabbed the backboard and dribbled the ball across the court.

Two Black players attempted a tactical foul to restrain him.

"Don't block my way, or I'll crush you!"

Murasakibara Atsushi let out a wild roar.

He was carrying two strong men who weighed more than 200 kilograms combined.

He jumped abruptly!

A destructive hammer!

boom--!

The basketball hoop groaned in pain, and the glass backboard even cracked.

Two Black players were thrown off the course by the powerful momentum, tumbling and rolling in disarray.

They're absolutely insane!

78: 51.

Ryota Kise watched this scene and helplessly shrugged.

"Murasakibara, you've stolen all the limelight, and I'm really annoyed."

Golden light shimmered in Kise's eyes.

A flawless imitation!

Next round.

Kise has the ball beyond the three-point line, facing off against the black captain.

He smiled slightly and suddenly made a familiar crossover step to change direction.

Two more Kise appeared out of nowhere.

Three Kises broke through, one to the left and one to the right.

There was also a pull-up jumper.

That was a move that Sendoh Akira barely managed to make after exhausting all his strength.

But in Kise's hands.

Faster speed, greater amplitude, and incredibly smooth.

"That was my move!"

Sendoh, standing on the sidelines, stood up in disbelief, gripping the back of his chair tightly.

Kise blew past the black captain in one step and jumped up inside the free throw line.

His body was stretched out in the air, and his right hand held the ball high.

boom!

A tomahawk-style dunk.

78: 53.

In less than a minute or two.

The defense of the US college championship team was torn to shreds.

Arrogance, self-esteem, and understanding of basketball.

They were all trampled and mercilessly rubbed under the feet of these colorful-haired demons.

Sendoh and Fujima sat on the sidelines, completely unable to speak.

They finally understood.

What does Lin Nansheng mean by "an insurmountable wall"?