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

However, compared to the exhilaration of scoring a goal on the field...

The atmosphere on the Shohoku bench dropped to freezing point.

Coach Anzai clenched his fists tightly.

The look in his eyes behind the glasses revealed an extremely rare worry.

"Coach Anzai, Lin Bei has scored in consecutive one-on-one attacks."

Ayako looked at Coach Anzai's solemn expression.

He asked, his face full of confusion.

"Not only did he shake off his opponent, but he also sank a three-pointer!"

Why do you look so unhappy?

"It's no use, this is an open conspiracy."

Coach Anzai took a deep breath, his voice hoarse.

"Take a look at the opposing point guard's positioning."

"Look again at his defensive choices just now."

Everyone followed Coach Anzai's gaze toward the field.

Akashi Seijuro stood quietly near the center circle.

His heterochromatic eyes coldly stared at Lin Bei, who was panting heavily.

A faint, almost imperceptible, cold smile even lingered at the corner of his mouth.

"Akashi has completely seen through the fact that Lin Bei's physical strength is nearing its limit."

"He had no intention of going up to double-team him at all."

"Instead, they deliberately created space for Qingfeng to wear down Lin Bei."

"He is taking advantage of the entire Imperial Light's offensive and defensive rhythm."

"Like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, we're forcibly squeezing out every last bit of energy from Lin Bei!"

on the field.

The situation unfolded exactly as Coach Anzai had predicted.

The counterattack from Teiko Middle School came like a cold tide.

They gave Shohoku no chance to catch their breath.

Inside the paint.

Murasakibara Atsushi is like an unshakeable ancient demon god.

Its enormous body lay across the center of the paint area.

"Want to go this way?"

Murasakibara's voice sounded lazy.

But his eyes were extremely cruel.

"I'll crush you."

He was secretly directing the Imperial Light's defenses.

With its terrifying wingspan and tonnage.

They laid out an impenetrable inner defense network.

Akagi Takenori was tightly marked by Murasakibara under the basket, and his space to connect with the ball was completely cut off.

Sakuragi Hanamichi attempts to grab the offensive rebound.

However, Murasakibara casually flicked his wrist, causing him to stagger backward.

Teiko's goal is very clear.

This completely shut down all of Shohoku's drives and inside scoring routes.

Cut off Lin Bei's contact with his teammates.

This forced Shohoku to rely solely on Lin Bei to engage in high-energy, one-on-one battles on the perimeter.

"Bang!"

Rukawa Kaede gritted his teeth and forced his way into the restricted area.

He attempted to break through the defense with a layup.

However, the combined attack of Murasakibara Atsushi and Midorima Shintaro closed in directly.

It was like an impenetrable high wall that forced him to stop.

Just as I was about to take my first step.

Rukawa Kaede could only desperately pass the ball to Lin Bei, who was receiving it on the outside.

As soon as Lin Bei received the ball, he was once again subjected to Qingfeng's relentless, aggressive pressing.

There was no cover whatsoever.

There are no empty seats.

Lin Bei had no choice but to forcefully burn through his remaining strength once more.

After a series of crossover dribbles.

Despite being blocked by Qingfeng, he forced a turnaround and made a jump shot.

The basketball goes in.

But Lin Bei's breathing was already so heavy that it could no longer be concealed.

Rukawa Kaede stood near the free throw line.

Looking at Lin Bei's slightly trembling, sweat-drenched back.

He clenched his teeth tightly.

hateful.

Rukawa Kaede lowered his head.

His forehead was covered by wet, stray hairs, which obscured his eyes, which were filled with resentment and anger.

He clenched his fists tightly.

I can only stand here.

Just watch him struggle alone like a useless piece of trash?

Rukawa Kaede's proud self-esteem is being torn apart and trampled on.

His desire to become stronger.

At this moment, it reached an unprecedented peak.

This is incredibly frustrating.

Time passed second by second.

The first half of the fierce battle has finally entered its final countdown.

"Beep—!"

The referee glanced at the timer.

He shouted loudly.

"The final attack of the first half!"

"Fifteen seconds left!"

The score was now 69-56.

Possession of the ball was in Shohoku's hands.

Lin Bei dribbled the ball slowly near the center circle.

Sweat had completely soaked through his red number 16 jersey.

It clung tightly to my body.

He coldly surveyed the front of the field.

The defensive formation of Teiko Middle School.

At that moment, an extremely terrifying change occurred.

Akashi Seijuro.

Aomine Daiki.

Shintaro Midorima.

The three monsters of the Generation of Miracles.

They both moved to the three-point line at the same time.

They abandoned all other defenders.

This completely formed a tight, all-encompassing three-man encirclement.

They surrounded Lin Bei.

"It's over, Lin Bei."

Akashi's heterochromatic eyes flashed with a cold and resolute light.

The Heavenly Emperor's Eye was operating at full power.

They locked onto every joint of Lin Bei.

"Your physical strength is completely exhausted."

"Right now, you can't even take a single step."

"Give up, you can't get through here!"

Qingfeng lowered his center of gravity.

Open your arms wide.

Like a hunting beast, they blocked Lin Bei's left side.

Midorima pushed up his glasses.

The long, slender arms completely blocked the view above.

"Your shooting routes have been completely blocked."

"Just hand over possession of the ball, or wait for the time to run out."

The entire audience instinctively held their breath.

No one dared to make a sound.

A desperate situation.

A true countdown crisis.

Lin Bei stood alone in the center of the three men's encirclement.

His chest heaved violently.

However, his heart was extremely cold.

There was not a trace of panic or turmoil.

Overdraft?

Desperate situation?

You know absolutely nothing about people who use cheats.

In Lin Bei's mind.

The [Advanced Stamina Potion] that was lying quietly in the system inventory immediately appeared.

As long as we can hold on for those last ten seconds or so.

It's time for halftime.

He will be able to fully recover.

It might even become stronger.

"Since that's the case..."

"Then let's leave you arrogant brats with an unforgettable half-game impression."

The countdown has five seconds left.

"4!"

"3!"

Lin Bei made a move.

He did not jump for a strong shot.

He also did not attempt to pass the ball to his unmarked teammates.

He suddenly lowered his body.

The feet are positioned in a way that completely violates ergonomics and basic basketball movements.

It erupted on the spot.

He unleashed the ultimate secret of the Bagua Dragon Step.

"I've seen through it!"

Akashi gave a cold shout.

His right hand sliced ​​the basketball's trajectory with surgical precision, like a scalpel.

But his hands.

It only touched a fleeting, ethereal afterimage.

Because Lin Bei at this moment.

It forcibly cut off the normal muscle exertion feedback.

Using the energy from his dantian, he forcefully shifted his body half a body length to the side.

It was forcibly erased directly from Akashi's absolute prediction.

"What?!"

Akashi's perpetually calm and unwavering eyes.

The first major earthquake occurred.

How is this possible?!

"Don't even think about leaving!"

Aomine and Midorima reacted extremely quickly.

At the same time, it roared and pounced forward.

He tried to use his body to form a wall of flesh to stop Lin Bei.

"2!"

Lin Bei was like a dragon swimming through turbulent waves.

His body twisted strangely.

It flashed past the tiny gap between the three defenders.

The three members of the Generation of Miracles joined forces.

They all rushed towards empty air.

The three of them almost collided due to inertia.

Lin Bei charged into the restricted area.

Atsushi Murasakibara under the basket roared as he jumped.

A gigantic hand covered the entire basket like a dark cloud.

"1!"

Lin Bei faced the cover of Murasakihara from the air.

The core strength explodes with tremendous force.

Forcibly folding the body in mid-air.

Ultimate hang time with the lever.

The basketball slid out from under Murasakibara's massive armpit.

It was spinning intensely.

It lightly brushed against the backboard.

"drop--!"

The piercing buzzer signaling the end of the first half echoed throughout the stadium.