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

Words become law.

An irresistible will descended.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Two muffled thuds.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of people in the audience.

Jin Soichiro and Kiyota Nobunaga's knees buckled, and they both knelt down in front of Lin Bei!

It wasn't a slip.

That's a standard kneeling!

"hiss--"

The gasps from the entire audience coalesced into a storm.

"This...this is sorcery, isn't it?!"

"Kneeling...kneeling?!"

"My God! Is this all Lin Bei's strength?!"

"Is this an imperial procession? Anyone who blocks the way shall die?!"

Lin Bei didn't even glance at the two kneeling figures and walked straight past them.

Like an emperor walking past his submissive subjects.

Under the basket, the last two lines of defense.

Kazuma Takasago, Masashi Muto.

Fear filled their eyes, but their pride as Hainan players prevented them from backing down.

"Aaaaaah!!"

The two jumped at the same time, their four arms forming a vast, all-encompassing net.

No blind spots!

Lin Bei jumped to meet the two of them.

The body curled up in the air.

"court death!"

Takasago roared and slammed his large hand down.

Just as the palm was about to touch the ball.

Lin Bei unfolded his body in the air.

With the spine as the axis, the whole person rotates at high speed like a spinning top.

A 360-degree mid-air spin!

Avoid the cover and dodge the interference.

Her crimson hair danced wildly in the air.

Time seemed to stand still.

Lin Bei's figure darted past, as gracefully as if he were dancing a death waltz.

pass!

The basketball hoop is right in front of me.

Lin Bei gently extended his arm and flicked his wrist.

The basketball flew out obediently.

Wipe the board.

Join the network.

"Whoosh."

The light voice, however, shattered the heart of every Hainanese person like a heavy hammer.

Landing.

Lin Bei had his back to the basket, with A Shen and Kiyota kneeling behind him, and Takasago and Muto staggering beside him.

In the distance, lay on the ground, his eyes vacant.

One person, taking down an entire team.

32: 29.

Lin Bei slowly turned around, the crimson-gold lightning in his eyes disappeared, turning back into unfathomable black.

But that tyrannical aura remained undiminished.

Looking around, no one dared to meet his gaze.

Finally, the gaze fell on Shinichi Maki.

Lin Bei walked up to him and bowed slightly.

The oppressive feeling made Maki Shinichi's breath catch in his throat.

"Did you see it clearly?"

His voice was cold and devoid of any pity.

"This is the view from behind the door."

He straightened up, turned and walked away, leaving behind only an arrogant back view.

The final verdict lingered in the air:

"Just remember it deeply."

"Your defeat was inevitable."

"beep--!!"

The referee hesitated before blowing the whistle, but the goal was valid.

The scene remained deathly silent.

A full three seconds passed.

"boom--!!!"

The stadium erupted like a volcano, completely exploding.

crazy!

Everyone's gone mad!

"What the hell is that?!"

"He faked out two players, dribbled past two more in mid-air, and even stole the ball from Maki's head!"

"This is a high school student?! This must be an alien!"

"Lin Bei... is too brutal!"

"Hainan... is finished."

In the press box, Aida Yayoi's pen fell to the ground.

She pushed up her glasses, her hands trembling, and stared at the boy's retreating figure, muttering to herself:

"The sky over Kanagawa is really about to change."

……

In the center of the stadium.

Those two kneeling figures were the most ironic slap in the face to the golden brand of "Ever-Victorious Hainan".

Jin Soichiro, the sharpshooter of Kanagawa, now braced himself with his hands on the ground, his pupils dilated.

Cold sweat streamed down his pale face, dripping onto the floor and spreading into a dark puddle.

And that wild monkey, Kiyota Nobunaga, who usually jumps around and constantly refers to himself as "this great man."

His head was hanging low, and his whole body was trembling like a vibrating sieve.

fear.

This is hardly a high school basketball game.

This is clearly an execution scene.

A public execution of the old-era kings by Shohoku's number 16, the "tyrant"!

Lin Bei did not immediately return to defend.

He stopped, his posture upright like a pine tree.

His gaze swept indifferently over Kiyota Nobunaga, who was kneeling at his feet.

There was no mockery, no pity, in those crimson-gold eyes.

There was only one kind of absolute coldness, like looking down on ants.

"Feed".

The sound wasn't loud, but it pierced Kiyota Nobunaga's eardrums like a thunderclap.

Kiyota shuddered and instinctively tried to look up.

It felt as if an invisible hand was pressing down on his neck.

That was a bloodline suppression from the depths of the soul.

Is the floor cold?

Just four simple words.

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

"Waaah..."

Kiyota bit his lip until it bled, wanting to stand up and argue back.

I want to yell, "Stop looking down on people!"

However, my legs were as weak as noodles.

My knee felt like all the bones had been removed; it was completely unresponsive.

Extreme shame and despair intertwined.

It instantly shattered the psychological defenses of this first-year student, leaving him completely vulnerable.

"Damn it...damn it!!"

Kiyota Nobunaga clenched his fists and pounded the floor like a madman, his face covered in tears and snot, crying like a two-hundred-pound child.

He couldn't stand up.

In front of that man, he felt as if he had been deprived of even the right to stand.

"beep--!"

The referee finally restarted from his malfunction.

"Goal! Shohoku scores!"

"The game... continues!"

The whistle barely pulled the scene back from the depths of the ice hole.

Maki Shinichi struggled to get up.

My knees were burning with pain, but compared to the collapse in my heart, these physical injuries were nothing.

He looked up, staring intently at the departing black figure.

The purple electric light in his eyes that once allowed him to touch the realm of gods.

The fire had completely died down, leaving only a desolate, lifeless ashes.

"We can't win..."

The moment this thought popped into my head, it grew wildly like weeds, instantly taking over Shinichi Maki's mind.

One minute ago.

He thought he had opened the door to the divine realm and could go toe-to-toe with Lin Bei.

Now he realizes just how wrong he was.

This was not a close contest at all.

This is a dimensional reduction attack.

It was a prank by the gods when they were bored.

When the gods get tired of playing, mortals don't even have the right to look up to them.

"Mu..."

Jin Soichiro staggered to his feet and tried to help his captain.

Yet it was ice-cold to the touch; Maki Shinichi's hands were as cold as a corpse.

"Serve."

Maki Shinichi's voice was hoarse, as if he had swallowed a handful of sand.

Hainan team serves from the baseline.

Shinichi Maki took the basketball and mechanically dribbled it forward.

Every step felt as heavy as if lead weights were strapped to my feet.

The shrewd and domineering "Emperor Shepherd" is gone.

Instead, there was an old man with a desolate back view, nearing the end of his life.

Halftime line.

Lin Bei stood at the top of the three-point arc.

There was no pressing, no defensive stance, his hands hung naturally at his sides, and his whole body was relaxed and slouching.

But those crimson-gold eyes watched silently as Maki Shinichi dribbled the ball towards him.

No action was taken.

Yet it surpasses a thousand troops and ten thousand horses.

Shinichi Maki's palms began to sweat profusely as he dribbled the ball.

Where is he looking?

"Left side? Right side?"

"Or is it my weakness?"

"Is he going to intercept the ball?"