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

Miyagi lowered his center of gravity, staring intently at the basketball in Akashi's hands.

Mitsui spread his arms wide, blocking all possible passing routes for Akashi.

Facing the defense of Shohoku's two strongest perimeter players, Akashi's expression remained completely calm.

His heterochromatic eyes reflected the slightly tense faces of Miyagi and Mitsui.

"Trying to double-team me?"

Akashi's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling edge.

"Your defense is riddled with holes."

Before he could finish speaking, Akashi suddenly raised his wrist slightly.

His eyes then glanced discreetly to the bottom right corner.

"right!"

Alarm bells rang in both Miyagi's and Mitsui's minds at the same time.

Under intense defensive pressure.

Even the slightest inducement can trigger an instinctive response in the muscles.

In that tiny fraction of a second, their centers of gravity unconsciously shifted a fraction of a centimeter to the right.

But it is this less than half a second of cognitive delay.

For Akashi, it was like opening the city gates.

Without even turning his wrist, Akashi flicked it with his finger.

The basketball transformed into a straight line that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

It pierced through the tiny gap between the two men like a beam of aurora.

Head straight for the three-point line at a 45-degree angle on the left!

"What?!"

Miyagi was shocked, completely failing to see how the ball was passed.

Beyond the three-point line, Midorima Shintaro had already appeared there at some point.

He didn't even need to adjust his footwork; his catching motion was fluid and effortless.

His legs rose straight up from the ground as if they were machines equipped with precision springs.

"Don't even think about making a move!"

When Mitsui Hisashi realized he had been deceived, he unleashed the fastest speed of his life.

He lunged forward without hesitation.

His body stretched to its limit in the air, his fingertips desperately reaching forward.

close!

Just a little bit left!

Mitsui could even feel the orange grains on the surface of the basketball with his fingertips.

But Midorima's eyes were as calm as still water.

His left hand, wrapped in bandages, was pressed down at an absolutely perfect mechanical angle.

Anti-aircraft guns are in action!

The basketball flew in a high arc, past Mitsui's fingertips, and soared high into the sky towards the dome.

Mitsui landed, turned his head in despair, and stared intently at the basketball flying through the air.

The entire audience's attention was drawn to that exaggerated parabola.

"Whoosh!"

The ball went into the net without any suspense.

The ball didn't even tumble much because the angle at which the basketball landed was so vertical!

The score is 2 to 14!

Midorima Shintaro landed without looking at the basket.

He slowly pushed up his black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The cold lenses reflected the white light from the venue.

"As I've already said, Cancer's fortune is number one today."

Midorima's tone was completely flat, as if he were simply stating a truth.

"No matter how much you struggle, it's all in vain."

Mitsui bit his lip tightly, a tightness gripping his chest.

The feeling of powerlessness, crushed by absolute talent, gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

The morale that Shohoku had just built up through their inside play was instantly halved by this unreasonable three-pointer.

But the nightmare is far from over.

Shohoku launched another attack, and Miyagi passed the ball to Rukawa, who was in excellent form.

He was still being defended by Aomine Daiki.

But this time, Qingfeng's aura had completely changed.

He lowered his head slightly, his shoulders slumped relaxed.

But the oppressive aura emanating from him made the air around Rukawa Kaede feel icy cold.

"Hey, you little fox."

Qingfeng slowly raised his head, his eyes flashing with extreme excitement and bloodlust.

"That breakthrough just now was quite interesting; it gave me a little bit of enjoyment beyond the boredom."

Aomine stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips.

"So, as a return gift, it's my turn to guard you one-on-one now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black aura ten times more violent than before erupted from Qingfeng's body like a volcano.

"Wild Black Panther!"

Full Awakening!

Rukawa Kaede's heart tightened suddenly.

His intuition told him that the man in front of him was extremely dangerous at this moment!

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately initiated the fastest crossover step, preparing to overpower the opponent with speed.

"Bang!"

The moment the basketball hit the ground, Rukawa Kaede's body became a blur.

But just the second he started it.

A black lightning bolt, moving at a speed that completely defied the laws of physics, cut directly into his dribbling trajectory!

"So fast!"

Rukawa Kaede's pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints.

He didn't even see Qingfeng's movements clearly; he only felt a blur before his eyes, and the basketball in his hand disappeared on the spot!

Cut off the life!

A clean, decisive, and unambiguous decision!

"this one?"

"It's too slow! It's like a still image!"

Qingfeng's wild laughter echoed in the middle of the stadium.

After intercepting the basketball, his speed surged to its limit.

He transformed into a blue whirlwind, tearing apart the entire half of the field.

No one had time to get back to defend.

Qingfeng stepped inside the free throw line and slammed his foot down.

He soared into the air as if he had grown wings.

He completed an extremely graceful windmill swing in the air.

"boom--!!!"

A brutal one-handed windmill dunk!

The basketball hoop was violently deformed by the enormous force, emitting a teeth-grinding "squeak".

The entire basketball hoop swayed slightly under the violent impact.

Aomine hung on the rim with one hand, looking down at Rukawa Kaede outside the half of the court.

His eyes were full of disdain and arrogance.

The scoreboard bounced again.

The score is 2 to 16!

The glimmer of hope that had just been ignited was mercilessly extinguished by this devastating dunk.

The entire room fell silent.

The entire Shohoku team stood on the court.

All I could hear was the "thump, thump" of the basketball bouncing as it hit the ground.

The sound seemed to strike their crumbling psychological defenses again and again.

On the bench.

Lin Bei slowly opened his eyes.

A chilling crimson light flashed across his previously languid eyes.

"This can't go on any longer..."

Lin Bei stood up, casually took off his long-sleeved warm-up suit, and threw it on the chair next to him.

"It's time to take the stage."

He twisted his neck and walked slowly toward the technical table.

The deafening screams came from all directions, making people's eardrums ache.

Lin Bei didn't even frown; he simply blocked out the noise.

Just as he was about to reach the technical table, he paused for a moment.

He turned his head, his gaze like radar, locking onto the shadowy figure in the corner of the field.

There stood a blue-haired boy, thin and weak, his presence so faint it was like a wisp of air.

If it weren't for Lin Bei's keen intuition, an ordinary person might not have been able to spot him even if they walked right up to his face.

Kuroko Tetsuya is holding a half-full cup of vanilla milkshake.

A rare look of shock flashed in his usually calm eyes.

Hei Zi was starting to have doubts.

"He actually...saw me directly?"