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

Kiyota Nobunaga's body stiffened.

The brain is screaming "Run!"

But the body is still "giving away lives" due to inertia.

"squeak--"

The sound of sneakers rubbing together was sharp and piercing.

Kiyota Nobunaga's legs buckled, and he tripped over his own feet on the flat ground.

With a "thud," he fell face down onto the floor.

The posture was perfect, with the whole body prostrating itself.

It's like... they came all the way here specifically to celebrate the New Year.

The audience was stunned for a second, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! What's that monkey doing?"

"That's hilarious! Should I kowtow to Lin Bei?"

"You knelt down like that? You were scared to death by just one look?"

"Are these newcomers from Hainan just for laughs?"

Kiyota Nobunaga lay on the ground, his face flushed a deep purplish-red, filled with shame and indignation.

But the fear he felt just now left him with cold hands and feet, and he didn't even have the strength to get up and argue back.

"An eyesore."

Lin Bei coldly uttered two words and flicked his toe.

The basketball bounced obediently and landed in my palm.

"Since you're so eager to die, then so be it."

Before the words were even finished, the person had vanished.

This time, it wasn't a defensive counterattack; it was an active massacre!

Lin Bei dribbled straight into Hainan's half of the court.

"Stop him!! Attack him together!!"

Coach Gao was on the sidelines, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Jin Soichiro and power forward Muto Masashi, positioned on the left and right respectively, formed a goal-closing formation to block Lin Bei at the center line.

A double team?

The golden light in Lin Bei's eyes shone even brighter.

"Innocent."

When faced with a double-team, he didn't slow down; instead, he shifted gears and accelerated!

The moment they were about to collide.

boom!boom!

Extremely fast crossover!

The basketball seemed to come alive in his hands, transforming into a streak of orange lightning.

He shifted his weight to the left, deceiving Jin Soichiro.

He pulled back instantly, shaking off Muto Masashi.

But this is not enough.

Lin Bei made a sudden stop and restart that defied human biomechanics in the pitifully narrow gap between the two.

Ankle Terminator - Group Version.

Jinsō Ichirō felt a blur before his eyes.

His legs felt like they had been twisted into pretzels by an invisible hand, his center of gravity was completely out of control, and he fell backward uncontrollably to the ground.

On the other side, Muto was in an even worse situation.

In his eagerness to block, he was caught off guard by Lin Bei's feint and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

Two people.

At the same time.

They were shaken so badly they were knocked over!

Lin Bei was like a black hurricane, passing through the gap between the two who had fallen to the ground.

Crossing the road is like crossing a street in the early morning!

The audience in the stands went crazy.

"Holy crap! Double kill!!"

"Is this playing ball or bowling?!"

"This is too brutal! This is on a completely different level!"

Lin Bei drove into the three-point line.

Hainan's interior defenses have only one line left.

Center forward Kazuma Takasago.

Looking at that demonic figure charging towards them.

Takasago swallowed hard, but his dignity as a regular player prevented him from backing down.

"Don't even think about going there!!"

Takasago roared and spread his arms to block.

Lin Bei's lips curled up slightly.

"Do you want to kneel down too?"

One step inside the free-throw line, take off!

His body soared into the air, like a roc spreading its wings.

Takasago jumped at the same time, raising both hands high to block the shot.

They met in the air.

Lin Bei held the ball high with one hand, seemingly preparing to face off against a dunk.

Takasago was overjoyed: This is insane!

In a head-on strength contest, how could I possibly lose to a defender like you!

However, just a moment before contact.

Lin Bei made a move in mid-air that would make Newton turn in his grave.

Tuck in your stomach and curl up.

He pulled the ball back from his raised right hand, letting it trace an elegant arc in the air before passing it to his left hand.

Mid-air handover!

Not only that, he used his terrifying core strength to forcefully pull the lever in mid-air.

He slipped under Takasago's armpit like a swimming fish.

Takasago was left all alone.

Lin Bei had already glided to the other side of the basket.

With his back to the basket.

A powerful backhand dunk with the left hand!

"Clang!!!"

A loud bang.

Back-to-back reverse dunk!

The basketball hoop shook violently, groaning in pain.

Lin Bei let go and landed on the ground.

Its movements were as light as a feather, yet its destructive power was like a meteorite hitting the earth.

Elegant, yet brutal.

The entire stadium briefly went into a standstill.

Then, a sound like the roof being blown off erupted.

"Lin Bei!! Lin Bei!! Lin Bei!!"

"It exploded! The ball exploded!!!"

"An in-flight hand-switch lever back buckle?!"

"Is this the NBA All-Star Game?!"

"My mom asked me why I was kneeling to watch the game!!"

Lin Bei ignored the frenzy around him.

He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the Hainan team members whose faces were ashen.

Finally, the image freezes on that bright red scoreboard.

23: 20.

Shohoku is leading by 3 points.

Lin Bei slowly raised his right hand, pointing his index finger at the scoreboard.

Then, rotate your wrist so that your index finger points downwards.

Death sentence pronounced!

"Did you hear that?"

Lin Bei's voice pierced through the cheers, carrying a captivating magic.

That was the sound of the old era collapsing.

"The countdown has begun, Hainan."

"In this section, I will utterly bury your so-called... myth of invincibility."

boom--!!

The entire audience was completely captivated by this arrogance.

The cheers were deafening, drowning out even the referee's whistle.

Amidst the uproar, Maki Shinichi stood rooted to the spot, staring intently at the arrogant figure's back.

His fingernails dug into his palm, drawing blood, but he felt no pain.

Because the pain in my heart is a thousand times more intense.

he knows.

That era that once belonged to him.

At this moment, I truly... wavered.

……

"That's terrifying..."

In the stands, Aida Yayoi didn't even notice that her pen had fallen to the ground.

She looked at the young man on the field who exuded an aura of royalty, and murmured to herself:

"This doesn't look like a first-year student at all..."

"This is clearly... the Demon King descending."

A glint of light flashed across Coach Anzai's glasses—the excitement of seeing a peerless gem.

"Ho ho ho..."

"It seems that it's not just the national competition."

"This child's future lies in that wider world."

……

The game must go on.

But for the Hainan team...

The remaining time will be the longest and darkest nightmare of their basketball careers.

Because of that man named Lin Bei.

The man who activated "tyrant mode".

They had no intention of stopping.

His executioner's blade had only just been raised.

On the field, Rukawa Kaede watched Lin Bei's retreating figure, his eyes burning with intense fighting spirit.

"I won't lose to you either."

He silently recited it in his heart.

Sakuragi Hanamichi was jumping up and down:

"You cunning master! You've stolen all the limelight!"

"Even this genius wants to score!"

"I'm going to dunk!!"

Lin Bei ignored his teammates' commotion.

He stood there, an insurmountable mountain.

"bring it on."

Lin Bei beckoned to Mu Shenyi with a finger, his eyes full of mockery.

"Let me see how long this so-called emperor can keep struggling."

Shinichi Maki took a deep breath.

The madness in his eyes didn't fade; instead, it became even deeper and more resolute.

That's the ruthless determination to survive even when faced with a life-or-death situation.

"It's not over yet!"

Maki Shinichi let out a low growl and called for the ball again.

This war was a change of dynasty.

It is destined that the curtain will only fall when the last drop of blood is shed.