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

"Back up!"

"Keep a close eye on your own people!"

Akagi roared as soon as he landed, trying to calm the troops.

Miyagi Ryota's eyes sharpened, and as if springs were installed in his feet, he started moving immediately.

He moved like a red lightning bolt, closing in on Akashi Seijuro.

"Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have the ball!"

Miyagi lowered his center of gravity, his hands spread open like pincers.

I plan to use my most prized speed to give the other party a taste of their power.

"Under my defense, you won't even have a chance to dribble!"

Akashi controlled the ball with one hand, his steps never faltering.

He lowered his head slightly, and a chilling light shone in his one red and one gold eye.

He was like a high and mighty king looking down on an ant that dared to challenge the gods.

"You're holding your head too high."

Akashi's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an absolute, unyielding pressure that couldn't be ignored.

As soon as he finished speaking, Akashi's eyes suddenly flashed with a blinding light.

The "Eye of the Heavenly Emperor" was activated immediately.

In his field of vision.

Ryota Miyagi's muscle contractions, shifts in his center of gravity, and even the frequency of his breathing were completely observed.

Akashi moved.

There were no complicated feints, no dazzling dribbling.

It is simply an extremely simple and unadorned crossover.

But this change of direction precisely caught Miyagi Ryota in the absolute blind spot just as he shifted his weight and his forefoot landed.

"Click!"

A crisp sound came from the palace's ankle.

"What's going on?!"

Ryota Miyagi was completely stunned. Before his brain could even give any instructions, his body was already out of control.

He felt an irresistible force shooting from his ankle straight to his brain.

It felt as if an invisible giant hammer had slammed into his knee, causing him to lose his balance.

"Bang!"

Amidst the horrified gazes of tens of thousands of people in the audience.

The lightning-fast speed of Shohoku, Miyagi Ryota, known for his speed and agility.

Without even touching the hem of the other person's clothes, he fell straight down to the floor.

"Is that Lin Bei's move?!"

Maki Shinichi suddenly stood up in the stands, his hand gripping the mineral water bottle so tightly it made a cracking sound.

"That's... a move Lin Bei used before!"

Sendoh Akira also looked completely incredulous.

"No, it's even purer than what Lin Bei used!"

"Fertile land!"

Mitsui Hisashi was shocked and wanted to step forward to provide backup.

But Akashi Seijuro didn't even glance at Miyagi lying on the ground.

He effortlessly crossed the palace's defenses as if taking a stroll, heading straight for the restricted area.

"Don't even think about going there!"

Rukawa's eyes were icy, and his wild "red fox" aura erupted instantly.

He slashed in from the weak side like a ghost, blocking Akashi's path to break through.

"The response has been pretty good."

"Unfortunately, it's all meaningless."

Akashi maintained his indifferent expression.

Faced with Rukawa's extremely tight defense, he flicked his wrist in a strange way.

Without even glancing at it, the basketball seemed to have eyes.

It struck the ground from between Rukawa Kaede's legs at an extremely tricky angle.

No-look bounce pass!

This pass was like a sharp scalpel, directly tearing apart Shohoku's originally tight defense.

"Who is it?!"

Rukawa Kaede suddenly turned around.

"You guys are too slow."

A ferocious cyan figure cut directly into the restricted area.

Aomine Daiki had somehow managed to shake off Mitsui Hisashi's defense.

He appeared at the point where the basketball landed like a ghost.

Qingfeng caught the ball with one hand, his speed increasing instead of decreasing, and he shot straight towards the basket.

Never underestimate someone!

"This is a restricted area!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi let out a wild roar.

His composure at that moment transformed into an absolute defensive will.

With an astonishing burst of jumping power, Sakuragi rose like a towering red wall.

His hands completely blocked all of Aomine Daiki's attack space.

"Oh? You jumped pretty high."

Aomine Daiki, suspended in mid-air, grinned, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

Faced with Sakuragi's near-perfect block, Aomine actually managed to twist his body in mid-air.

His waist and abdomen erupted with superhuman strength.

The person leaned backward extremely far while almost losing their balance.

The body and the floor are almost parallel at an exaggerated angle.

"This position?"

"How is that possible?!"

Akagi Takenori was completely stunned under the basket.

But in this extreme state that completely violates ergonomics and the common sense of basketball.

Aomine Daiki's wrist, however, was unusually gentle, and he tossed it casually.

Unpredictable shooting form!

The basketball traced an extremely high and irregular parabola through the air.

He precisely avoided Sakuragi Hanamichi's fingertips.

"Whoosh!"

The net flowers are turned up.

On the scoreboard, red numbers are flashing.

Score 0:2!

The entire room fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

The Teiko basketball team used only one round, one casual attack.

They displayed their absolute dominance and unreasonable personal talents in a bloody and brutal way before everyone.

From Miyagi's fall to Rukawa's defense being torn apart, and Sakuragi's block being ignored.

The entire Shohoku team stood on the court, listening to the "thump-thump" sound of the basketball hitting the ground.

An unprecedented, suffocating, and terrifying pressure enveloped everyone's hearts.

Lin Bei sat on the sidelines, his eyebrows slightly raised, but a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"That's interesting. I'd give that performance a 99 out of 1. I'm leaving one point so you guys don't get too cocky."

"Pass the ball quickly!"

Ryota Miyagi sprang up from the floor as if he had been electrocuted.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the front of the field.

Those once bright eyes were now filled with suppressed anger.

I was knocked over!

He is the top point guard in Kanagawa.

In the very first round, he was tricked and knocked to the ground like a child!

This is an utter disgrace.

Miyagi gritted his teeth and received Akagi's serve from the baseline.

"Unforgivable!"

"I must get my face back!"

The sneakers rubbed wildly against the wooden floor, producing a piercing shriek.

He immediately lowered his center of gravity and pushed his speed to the limit.

He transformed into a blur, hurtling straight into the middle of the Imperial Light Arena.

Kiyota Nobunaga, who was in the stands, was so surprised that he stood up.

"Too fast!"

"Miyagi's gotten the better of him; his speed is even more ferocious than when he attacked us!"

Miyagi was like a sharp knife, tearing apart Teiko's outer defense.

But he didn't rush in and attempt a layup himself.

He was very clear-headed.

To deal with such a monster-level team, we must use the sharpest blade to teach them a lesson.

"The other woman!"

Miyagi flicked his wrist.

An extremely well-concealed bounce pass was delivered.

The basketball seemed to have a navigation system, precisely slipping through the defender's blind spot.

Head straight to the bottom left corner.

That is the absolute territory of "Flame Man" Mitsui Hisashi.

Mitsui caught the ball steadily, a confident smirk playing on his lips.

"Well done."

He didn't hesitate at all.

Jump, raise your elbow, and press your wrist down.

The entire set of movements was as smooth as a textbook.

This is muscle memory etched into our DNA through countless days and nights of hard training.

"We've got it!"

On the Shohoku bench, Kiminobu Kogure excitedly waved a towel.

Just as the basketball was about to leave Mitsui's fingertips.

A golden figure, as if possessed, directly blocked the light above Mitsui's head.

Mitsui's pupils dilated sharply, and his heart clenched violently.

"What?!"