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

at this time.

At Hiroshima Stadium, the air seemed to freeze.

Everyone's attention was forcibly drawn to the figure wearing the number 16 jersey from Shohoku.

Lin Bei caught the ball with one hand, his posture as casual as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

But that steal just now.

Too fast, too dirty, too unreasonable.

It's like using a max-level account to go back to the beginner village and stomp on newbies—a complete 1v1.

Kishimoto Minori lay on the ground, her head buzzing.

Looking into Lin Bei's calm and unwavering eyes, he felt like a newbie who hadn't even left the beginner's village yet.

"Give me back the ball!!"

Kishimoto roared, scrambling to his feet, his mind completely shattered.

He doesn't believe it!

He's the second-highest scoring power forward in Osaka.

How could I possibly be fooled like a monkey by a first-grader?

That's so cheap!

however.

Lin Bei didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

"It's noisy."

These three seemingly innocuous words may not cause much harm, but they are extremely insulting.

next second.

Boom!

The basketball hit the ground.

Linbei has started.

There are no fancy changes of direction, and no unnecessary pre-launch sway.

It's simply about speed.

It's so fast that it leaves a residual image on the retina.

【Aomine Daiki - Ultra-high-speed dribbling】

The wind howled.

Kishimoto had just propped himself up when he felt a gust of wind brush against his cheek, messing up his hair.

In my field of vision, the red figure had already disappeared into the distance, and even the taillights were no longer visible.

"Get back on defense!! Stop him now!!"

Toyotama's coach was shouting so hard on the sidelines that his voice cracked.

Nan Lie and Itakura Daijiro ran back like madmen.

Especially Nanlie.

As Toyotama's "ace assassin".

His eyes were sinister as he stared intently at Lin Bei's route.

As long as this kid dares to enter the restricted area.

Even if it means crippling him, we must keep him alive!

This is Toyotama's creed.

To win, one can abandon all principles and even all dignity.

Lin Bei rushed to the three-point line.

Nan Lie had already positioned himself, his knee subtly raised, like a treacherous animal trap.

This is an action aimed at crippling people.

Once the attacker crashes into the target, their career is essentially over.

"bring it on……"

Nan Lie sneered inwardly, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"Let me see if your bones are harder, or my knees are harder."

however.

While traveling at high speed, Lin Bei suddenly did something that defied the laws of physics.

Emergency stop.

There was no deceleration or buffering.

It's like a supercar speeding at 300 mph, suddenly welded to the spot.

inertia?

nonexistent.

The soles of the shoes rubbed violently against the floor, producing a piercing scream.

squeak--!!

Nan Lie's defensive anticipation was a complete disaster.

He was still moving backward due to inertia, watching helplessly as Lin Bei stopped a step outside the three-point line.

They did not attack the basket.

Lin Bei stood still, looking languid.

They even had the leisure to adjust their wristbands, as if to say:

I'm standing right here, what are you going to do about it?

then.

Take off.

His posture was so perfect that he looked like an emotionless basketball shooting machine.

Shintaro Midorima's All-Around Shot

Nan Lie tried to rush up to block the shot, but he had already been pushed back two meters and couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

They could only watch in despair as Lin Bei made his move.

The basketball traced an extremely high parabola in the air.

It's ridiculously high.

It seemed to be standing shoulder to shoulder with the large lights on the stadium's dome.

The entire audience looked up again, their years-long cervical spondylosis cured, but no one dared to blink.

That logo shot is still playing on repeat in my head.

This ball...

Swish!

The sound of the wires entering the network was crisp and pleasant.

Like the death knell, it struck precisely on the skulls of Toyotama's men.

14: 9.

"It's...it's in again!!"

"A three-pointer! And it's a swish!"

"This cheating is way too obvious!"

"Is this guy a monster?!"

The audience erupted in chaos.

If that last shot was luck, then this shot was a slap in the face of skill that clearly demonstrated everyone's lack of ability.

Lin Bei landed and turned back to defend.

As he passed by the stunned Nan Lie, a slight smile curled at the corner of his lips, a move that seemed to kill without breaking his spirit:

"Is this all you've got in your run-and-gun offense?"

"Too slow, like an old lady crossing the street."

"If you want to beat us, go train for another hundred years."

boom!

These words were like a bucket of high-purity gasoline, poured directly onto the anger of the Toyotama group.

"asshole!!"

Daijiro Itakura was so angry he was trembling all over; his CPU was about to burn out.

"Serve! Serve now!"

"Run! Run them to death!!"

Fengyu has gone mad.

They no longer care about tactics or rhythm.

All I wanted was to put the ball in that damn basket, all I wanted was to get the score back.

however.

This move was exactly what they wanted.

The next two minutes.

A one-man show titled "Despair" was staged at the Hiroshima Gymnasium.

Toyotama serves and launches a fast attack.

Lin Bei's [Eye of the Heavenly Emperor] is fully cheating, predicting routes and intercepting them midway.

Counterattack, a three-pointer.

Swish!

17: 9.

Toyotama attacked again, Kishimoto's strong shot at Akagi failed, and the basketball bounced out.

Lin Bei appeared at the landing point like a ghost and grabbed the rebound.

Long pass.

Rukawa Kaede caught the ball and slammed it down, his mouth greasy from the easy basket.

19: 9.

Feng Yu completely lost his composure and started shooting hoops randomly, as if he were playing a basketball shooting machine.

Lin Bei intercepted the pass from Bancang and charged into the penalty area in a single run.

Facing Iwata Mitsuaki's help defense, he delivered an unreasonable tomahawk dunk over him!

Clang!

The basketball hoop groaned, as if crying out for help.

21: 9.

……

In just two minutes.

Or rather, it was a public execution lasting one hundred and twenty seconds.

The numbers on the scoreboard were jumping around so fast it was nerve-wracking.

25: 9.

They were down 0-9 at the start.

They are now leading 25-9.

Shohoku unleashed a 25-0 super offensive wave, completely turning Toyotama into a robot.

And the one who started all of this.

The boy wearing the number 16 jersey.

He was standing in the center circle, hands on his hips, his chest barely heaving.

sweat?

What is that?

He looked like he'd just finished doing calisthenics, with a "That's it? I didn't even warm up" expression.

"beep--!!"

The referee's whistle finally sounded, like the siren of an ambulance.

Toyota requested a pause.

Coach Jinping felt that if he didn't call a timeout, his players might just die on the court.

Or he might get so angry at number 16 that he suffers a brain hemorrhage.

When Kishimoto Minori walked off the field, her legs were shaking, as if she had just finished running a marathon.

He looked at the red figure from behind, his eyes no longer showing the contempt they once held.

Instead.

It was a deep fear.

That's the instinctive trembling that humans feel when facing a max-level boss.

"That guy..."

Kishimoto's lips trembled as he took the towel from his teammate. His hands shook so badly he looked like he had Parkinson's that he couldn't even drink water.

"What kind of monster is it...?"

……

Shohoku bench.

The atmosphere wasn't as celebratory as I'd imagined.

Everyone looked at Lin Bei as he walked off the stage as if he were an alien.

Strong.

too strong.

It's so powerful that you might wonder if this guy secretly modified the game data.

"call……"

Lin Bei walked to the bench and plopped down on it.

He took the water and towel that Ayako handed him and casually wiped his face.

"I'm so tired."

He yawned, instantly switching seamlessly from "god of war" mode back to "casual fish" mode.

"This kind of high-intensity shuttle run is really inhuman."

"Coach, I can't go on."

"I need to rest."

"I want to lie down."