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

"You've quite mastered the art of showing off and then running away."

He'll have to carefully plan how to retaliate against this golden opportunity to show off.

The game continues.

Shohoku's morale has plummeted to rock bottom.

Every breath was filled with heavy despair.

Miyagi gritted his teeth and pushed the ball forward.

Give me the ball!

Rukawa Kaede let out a low growl like a wild beast.

He reached out for the ball, the wild glint in his eyes almost tangible.

Shohoku's ace player would never back down at a time like this.

Miyagi immediately passed the ball over.

The one defending Rukawa Kaede is Aomine Daiki.

Qingfeng crouched down, his eyes revealing a wild and untamed spirit.

"Come on, let me see what you're capable of."

"Don't keep me too bored."

Rukawa Kaede held the ball with both hands and took a sudden step forward with his right foot.

The body's center of gravity was lowered to an extremely low position.

Extreme crossover step!

This was the killer move he learned when facing Meihou Industrial.

The speed was so fast that even Morishige Hiroshi couldn't react.

"I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

Rukawa Kaede transformed into a black lightning bolt, forcefully breaking through from the right side of Aomine.

However, just as he brushed past Aomine...

A wild light suddenly burst forth in Qingfeng's eyes.

It was the scent of a wild leopard, more ferocious and bloodthirsty than that of a red fox.

"Too slow."

"Your movements looked like they were on 0.5x speed to me."

Qingfeng didn't even turn around.

His right hand suddenly shot out from behind at a bizarre angle that completely defied ergonomics.

"Snapped!"

Rukawa Kaede felt his palm suddenly go empty.

A breakthrough achieved at breakneck speed, a source of great pride.

It was actually broken by Aomine's extremely unreasonable and unpredictable movements!

"How is that possible?!"

Rukawa's pupils trembled violently; he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Qingfeng got the ball and instantly transformed into a streak of blue lightning.

A dragon gallops towards the Shohoku basketball hoop.

That speed was even faster than that of Miyagi Ryota.

"Don't even think about scoring easily!"

Just as Qingfeng was about to step into the restricted area, a red figure had already taken up position in advance.

It's Sakuragi Hanamichi!

He didn't blindly rush in to block the shot.

Instead, he kept his feet firmly planted on the floor and his hands protectively held his chest.

Position yourself early and draw an offensive foul!

This is the defensive essence that Rodman taught him.

Even when facing monsters, as long as you position yourself correctly, you can still make them suffer.

"bring it on!"

"This genius has completely seen through your strategy; your perspective has broadened!"

Sakuragi gritted his teeth, bracing himself for the violent impact.

Aofeng revealed a cruel smile in mid-air.

"That's a good idea."

"Unfortunately, you've run into me."

Qingfeng soared into the air during its high-speed sprint.

Just as he was about to collide with Sakuragi.

His body twisted violently in mid-air, like a boneless serpent.

He folded his waist and abdomen at an impossible angle, avoiding a head-on collision.

He then took the ball with his right hand.

He actually slipped through the gap under Sakuragi's armpit while he was defending.

With a gentle flick of the finger.

The basketball, spinning strangely, grazed the backboard and fell into the net.

At the same time, Aomine's arm brushed against Sakuragi's downward wrist.

"Beep—!"

The referee's whistle blew sharply.

"Teiko's No. 6 goal stands!"

"Shohoku's number 10 player commits a foul, one free throw!"

The entire stadium seemed to have been muted.

Then came screams of terror that seemed to lift the roof off.

"That core strength is monstrous!"

"Can you fold the basket in mid-air and then lift it from under your armpit?"

"There's absolutely no way to defend against this!"

Sakuragi stood there, dumbfounded.

Looking at my own hands, I fell into deep self-doubt.

He had already done it perfectly.

Yet they were still defeated by this unreasonable approach.

This is absolutely outrageous!

Qingfeng stepped up to the free-throw line.

He didn't even bother to aim; he just tossed it casually with one hand.

"Whoosh!"

The penalty was made.

The score has become a glaring 0:11!

Less than three minutes into the game.

Shohoku was completely wiped out.

What's even more terrifying is that in those eleven minutes...

It includes steals, blocks, replicated three-pointers, full-court three-pointers, and unpredictable three-point plays.

Teiko used almost every method imaginable, the most devastating and psychologically damaging, available on the basketball court.

They utterly crushed the dignity of the newly crowned national champion, grinding it into the floor with ruthless abandon; they were absolutely insane.

"Beep—!"

A long whistle came from the technical station.

Coach Anzai stood up.

The gray hair made him look somewhat old under the spotlight.

He shook his head helplessly and made a gesture to the referee.

"Shohoku High School, requesting a pause."

The short, sharp whistle temporarily broke the suffocating atmosphere in the stadium.

The Shohoku team walked heavily toward the bench with their heads down.

Everyone's jerseys were soaked with cold sweat.

The sound of shoes rubbing against the floor seemed incredibly dull at this moment.

A 0-11 start.

Like an iceberg with no visible top, it pressed heavily on the backs of these newly crowned national champions.

"Clang!"

A half-empty bottle of mineral water exploded in mid-air, splashing water onto the gleaming floor.

Sakuragi Hanamichi was breathing heavily, his chest heaving like a bellows.

His wild eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the Imperial Light's half of the field.

"That wretched blue-haired monster..."

"What kind of bullshit shot was that?!"

He growled through gritted teeth, his knuckles white from clenching his fists.

He was outmaneuvered in mid-air and even committed a foul.

This extreme sense of frustration made him feel like he was about to explode.

But unexpectedly...

After venting his anger with that kick, Sakuragi didn't completely lose his temper and make a scene as he used to.

He took a deep breath of the air, which smelled of burning.

He bent down, silently picked up the dented water bottle, and threw it into the trash can next to him.

He is no longer the novice who could only play basketball on instinct.

Anger won't solve the problem; he needs to get back at the inside.

"All of you, raise your heads!"

Akagi Takenori let out a deafening roar.

The voice boomed like a bell across the bench, sending a shiver down everyone's spine.

He strode into the middle of the crowd, his piercing gaze sweeping over every face covered in sweat and filled with resentment.

He clapped his hands together forcefully.

"The competition has only just begun!"

"It's only eleven points behind, why are you so dejected?!"

Akagi's temples bulged with veins, and his voice carried an undeniable firmness.

"Show us the results of our special training in Chicago!"

"Have you all forgotten the hardships at the Bulls' training facility, the grueling training sessions Rodman and Jordan underwent?"

"Don't look at them like they're monsters; we crawled out of hell too!"

These words were like a shot of adrenaline, bringing the light back to Miyagi and Mitsui's unfocused eyes.

Lin Bei leaned back lazily in his chair.

He casually grabbed a white towel and handed it to Rukawa Kaede, who was radiating a cold aura.

"Wipe your sweat, don't be so tense."

Lin Bei's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strange sense of calm.

"Don't use common sense to defend against that guy with blue hair; his rhythm is completely unpredictable."

"That's a pure streetball variant; trying to predict it with reason will only put you at a disadvantage."

"Even if I were to go, I'd probably..."

Rukawa Kaede took the towel, but instead of wiping his sweat, he held it tightly in his hand.

Lin Bei narrowed his eyes slightly and continued speaking.

"Open up your perspective and abandon those textbook defensive footwork techniques in your head."

"To deal with a wild beast, you must use your purest instincts to bite it."