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

He was like a gust of wind that you couldn't catch.

He forced his way through the gap between Aomine and Kise.

"How is this possible!"

Qingfeng roared and tried to turn around and chase after him, but found that his legs felt like they were filled with lead.

"He actually shattered all my predictions?"

Kise stared at the retreating figure with a look of utter disbelief.

There are six seconds left.

Lin Bei forcefully drove into the three-point line.

Just as he broke through the first line of defense, Akashi locked onto him from behind.

The Heavenly Emperor's Eye burned wildly, desperately analyzing Lin Bei's movement trajectory.

But in Akashi's eyes, a storm was brewing.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Akashi's mental defenses are crumbling madly.

Even the Heavenly Emperor's Eye, which he was so proud of, couldn't see through Lin Bei's next move.

No.

It is seeing countless conflicting and completely illogical futures.

Lin Bei's actions had long exceeded conventional understanding.

That is the ultimate form of crushing and recombining system data, physical limits, and spatial understanding in a blender.

Every joint exerts force, every muscle contracts, with precision as if it were a supercomputer.

It was flawless.

"It's unpredictable; he's surpassed the future."

Akashi forced out a desperate gasp.

Five seconds remain.

Lin Bei is approaching the free throw line.

Ahead, Atsushi Murasakibara and Shintaro Midorima both had red eyes.

"I'm going to crush you, ball and all!"

Murasakibara Atsushi resembles an enraged giant bear, with its ridiculously long arms outstretched.

"Not even a fly can get into my zone."

Midorima Shintaro pushed up his glasses, looking as cold as ice.

The two players, one on the left and one on the right, turned the area under the basket into a meat grinder.

The goal is simple: to lock down the basket and keep Lin Bei out of the paint.

At the critical moment.

"Lin Bei, I've cleared out some space for you."

Rukawa Kaede's chilling voice rang out from the bottom right corner.

"Leave the openings in the paint to me, the genius, to create space!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi shouted from the bottom left corner.

There was no arguing, and no one tried to steal the spotlight.

Sakuragi's voice carried a rare air of reliability.

Without even extending a hand, the two tacitly agreed to run for their lives towards the corner.

This is the top-notch teamwork that Shohoku fought tooth and nail to achieve.

Murasakibara Atsushi and Midorima Shintaro's peripheral vision was uncontrollably drawn to these two major threats for a mere tenth of a second.

For Lin Bei, 0.1 seconds was enough for him to go on a killing spree.

There are three seconds left.

Lin Bei, standing a step beyond the free-throw line, abruptly pulled the ball back.

"Bang!"

A scream came from the floor.

Lin Bei stretched his leg muscles to the limit, and his whole body lifted off the ground as if he had stepped on a spring.

Instead of driving straight to the basket, he pulled up for a jump shot that defied human logic.

"Don't even think about it!"

Akashi forcefully pulled his leg out of despair.

He bit his lip until it bled, and forced himself to jump up, lunging at Lin Bei's face.

This is the final struggle of the Heavenly Emperor's Eye.

"I absolutely agree!"

Akashi roared in mid-air, his fingers desperately reaching for the basketball.

Lin Bei looked down at Akashi from his high vantage point.

I didn't panic, and I didn't get angry.

For a moment, Lin Bei's mind was unusually clear.

The surrounding noise was completely blocked out.

The days since I transmigrated flashed through my mind like a movie.

Ayako's paper fan gave him a head full of bumps.

That childish one-on-one fight with Rukawa Kaede.

Teach Sakuragi, that single-celled organism, how to grab rebounds.

He was exhausted from playing against Ryonan, but he was still running all over the field.

The unwavering resistance against the formidable mountain that is Amu.

The sweat shed during training in Chicago.

These fragments of memory have coalesced into a powerful force that provides a safety net.

"it's over."

Lin Bei chuckled softly in the air.

At the highest point, his body defied gravity, creating an exaggerated, backward-leaning motion in mid-air.

Akashi's fingers could only desperately brush against the hem of Linbei's jersey.

There is only one second left.

Lin Bei flicked his wrist.

Unpredictable power generation, combined with the perfect arc of the phantom shot.

The basketball flew out with a deadly reverse spin.

"beep--!"

The red light flashed glaringly at the end of the game.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the orange-red sphere that had pierced through the air.

The basketball began to fall.

"Bang."

It hit the back of the rim and bounced high.

A glimmer of light had just appeared in the eyes of Di Guang and his gang.

"Bang."

The ball fell, hit the front edge again, and bounced twice.

The hearts of all the members of Shohoku suddenly stopped.

Finally, the basketball lingered around the edge of the rim for half a turn.

"Whoosh."

The crisp sound of the net being rubbed is simply the most beautiful music in the world.

Hollow-core netting.

The referee's whistle ignited the entire stadium.

"Goal stands!"

"Match over!"

The scoreboard remained frozen in place.

101:102, Shohoku wins.

"We won."

"Holy crap, we won!"

The stadium, which had been holding its breath for just a second, suddenly exploded into a spectacular fireworks display.

The entire Shohoku team overthrew the Generation of Miracles, and the crazy guys on the bench roared as they rushed onto the court.

"Master! You're amazing!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi pounced on Lin Bei, who had just landed, pinning him down and smearing his tears and snot all over Lin Bei's chest.

Rukawa Kaede stood two steps away, and for the first time ever, he reached out and gave Lin Bei a heavy handshake.

"Well done."

Akagi Takenori knelt on the floor, covering his face and crying like a 200-pound child.

Ryota Miyagi and Hisashi Mitsui hugged each other, laughing and crying at the same time.

The celebration at Shohoku High School was so loud it practically lifted the roof off.

"Get off me, you big idiot!" Lin Bei laughed and cursed, shoving the nearly 200-pound Sakuragi Hanamichi aside.

The guy was clinging tightly to his leg, and the muscular man was crying.

Tears and snot were all over his already soaked jersey.

Lin Bei stood up, panting heavily.

Before he could even brush the dust off his trousers...

The noise of the crowd was suddenly cut off by an invisible force.

Following the direction of the players' tunnel, Seijuro Akashi walked at the very front.

Behind him were Aomine Daiki, Murasakibara Atsushi, Midorima Shintaro, and Kise Ryota.

The "Miracle Generation" of Teiko High School is taking heavy steps.

He walked straight towards the Shohoku bench, weaving through the cheering crowd!

The Shohoku team, who had been yelling and screaming, suddenly became alarmed.

The smell of gunpowder that had been extinguished was reignited in the air!

Murasakibara Atsushi's massive body was like a wall, his hand tightly gripping a broken yummy stick, his face frighteningly gloomy.

Aomine Daiki's eyes were bloodshot, and his chest heaved violently.

Those beast-like eyes were filled with resentment and fanaticism.

Midorima pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and clutched his Cancer lucky charm tightly.

However, Akashi, who was walking at the front, was surprisingly calm.

His heterochromatic eyes, which once viewed all living beings as ants, have now completely lost their violent gold color.

Instead, a warm and deep crimson color was used.

"We lost."

Akashi stopped three steps away from Lin Bei.

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

He even showed a rare, relieved smile.

"This was a complete and utter defeat."

"But it was precisely because I was utterly defeated by you that I experienced an unprecedented enlightenment."

Lin Bei put away his usual carefree and nonchalant demeanor.

A general's demeanor, refined by countless decisive victories, naturally emanated from him.

There was no mockery, no boasting.

Lin Bei simply watched this group of arrogant geniuses quietly.

He then extended his right fist and held it in mid-air.

Aomine Daiki stared intently at the fist, his Adam's apple bobbing before he let out a cold snort.

With a look of displeasure on his face, he swung his bandaged fist hard.

"Bang!"

Two fists representing the highest combat power.

They collided heavily!