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

This is the deadly scheme of the Sannoh coaching staff!

"Damn it! Don't underestimate me!"

Miyagi gritted his teeth and desperately lowered his center of gravity to press against his lower back.

However, this physical disadvantage of more than ten centimeters cannot be overcome by simply relying on explosive power.

Just as Fukatsu was about to turn around and force his way in,

A huge shadow loomed over us, like a dark cloud covering the sky!

It's Takenori Akagi!

The gorilla abandoned its man-to-man defense and roared as it pounced.

"Trying to use his height to overpower Miyagi?!"

Akagi roared inwardly, his eyes wide open and veins bulging on his forehead.

"Did you even ask me, you son of a bitch?!"

Just as Fukatsu was about to jump, his view ahead was completely blocked by a black wall!

Miyagi is below, his territory is sealed; Akagi is above, his influence is overwhelming!

One in front and one behind, a perfect double-team!

"Well done! Gorilla!" Sakuragi shouted excitedly.

Everyone thought Fukatsu would definitely get blocked this time.

However, Fukatsu's expressionless face showed not even a trace of panic.

"Shohoku's defensive coordination was incredibly fast..."

Fukatsu, mid-air, was about to collide with Akagi's Iron Palm.

His dead fish eyes, however, suddenly darted through the extremely narrow gap towards the bottom corner outside the line!

"Oh no!" Akagi's heart clenched.

Shen Jin twisted his waist and abdomen forcefully in the air.

His right hand, which was originally meant for shooting, slipped the ball out from under Akagi's armpit in an extremely strange and soft motion!

Extreme visibility!

Surgical pass!

The basketball pierced through Shohoku's densest defensive net and landed steadily in a large hand.

Masashi Kawada!

With Akagi gone, Kawada was completely left empty-handed!

"How naive!"

Okawada roared like a wild beast, his rugged face contorted with savagery.

Receive the ball, no adjustment.

With terrifying explosive power, he leaped straight up from the ground!

"boom--!"

Kawada grabbed the ball with both hands and slammed it into the basket!

The enormous reaction force caused the rim to groan in agony, and the entire backboard to tremble violently.

Score, Xiangbei 8:6 Mountain King!

Sannoh Industrial, with its ruthless and efficient tactics, fiercely tore apart Shohoku's defense and kept the score close.

This is the national hegemon.

No matter how many amazing goals you score.

They always act like precise killing machines, ruthlessly retaliating in kind.

……

"Wow, Masashi Kawata is so cool!"

"That pass was amazing! Fukatsu!"

The roar from the stands was deafening, nearly blowing the roof off the Hiroshima Stadium.

The supporters of Sannoh immediately went into a frenzy.

He pounded the inflatable stick wildly, making people's eardrums ache.

The old man, a loyal fan of the mountain king, jumped up excitedly, clenched his fists, and roared.

"As expected of Kazunari Fukatsu!"

"My ticket wasn't a waste!"

The audience around them chimed in, their eyes shining.

"Sannoh is getting serious now!"

"Shohoku's attacks just now were simply not enough!"

"Kawata, that beast, has awakened. Are Shohoku's inside players ready to get beaten up?"

On the sidelines, the Sannoh bench was already in an uproar.

The substitutes waved white towels and shouted themselves hoarse.

"come on!"

"Ichinokura Satoshi! Lock down that number 14's three-pointers!"

"Don't let him shoot again, defend him face-to-face!"

On the court, Ichinokura Satoshi stared intently at Mitsui Hisashi, who was retreating to defend, his gaze frighteningly obsessive.

He is a defensive expert whom Sannoh is very proud of.

Being shot over the head by a screen just now was an absolute humiliation for him.

This revenge must be taken!

Shohoku launches a counterattack, with Ryota Miyagi dribbling the ball rapidly in the frontcourt.

Fukatsu Kazunari's defenses were impenetrable, leaving no opening for Miyagi to break through.

At that moment, the atmosphere outside the three-point line plummeted to freezing point.

Mitsui Hisashi started running without the ball.

He wasn't particularly fast, but he had an excellent sense of rhythm, and his sudden stops and changes of direction made people dizzy.

Ichinokura Satoshi gritted his teeth and stuck to it like a leech.

"You'll never get rid of me again!"

Ichinokura Satoshi spread his arms wide and followed Mitsui's frantic sliding steps.

The sneakers squeaked as they scraped against the floor.

This suffocating sense of oppression.

An average shooter like him probably wouldn't even have the courage to ask for the ball.

But Mitsui Hisashi burst out laughing, his eyes filled with arrogance.

He suddenly turned and ran straight to the corner.

Akagi, the center, understood immediately and passed the ball directly to Mitsui.

"He's got the ball again!" came a gasp from the stands.

At the bottom corner, Mitsui Hisashi caught Akagi's pass steadily.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Ichinokura Satoshi's face, flushed red, was right in front of him.

"Don't even think about making a move!"

Ichinokura Satoshi roared and pounced forward, his right hand aimed directly at Mitsui's eyes.

This extreme level of blind-sight defense is enough to destroy any shooter's vision.

However, Mitsui, whose hands were burning hot, wasn't buying it at all.

All he could see was the basketball hoop.

In the most confined defensive space, Mitsui Hisashi met Ichinokura Satoshi's fingertips with a powerful pull-up jump.

The movements were perfectly fluid, and the body stretched out fully in the air.

"Get down here!"

Satoshi Ichinokura stretched his arm out as far as he could, his fingertips almost touching the basketball.

But he was still a step too slow.

With a gentle press of his wrist, Mitsui Hisashi sent the basketball flying out of his fingertips with a strong backspin.

Under the spotlight, the orange-red ball traced an extremely high parabola.

The entire Sannoh bench stood up and shouted at the top of their lungs.

"It's causing interference!"

"There's definitely no chance of that ball!"

"Get ready to grab the rebound!"

Coach Domoto frowned, staring intently at the air.

Under the basket, a physical battle between men immediately began.

The two behemoths, Akagi and Okawata, were frantically clashing against each other in an attempt to gain position.

"Get out of the way!"

Kawada's thick arm pinned Akagi down, trying to shove him out of the penalty area.

"You're the one who should get out!"

Akagi's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, and he refused to budge an inch.

The dull thud of muscles colliding was enough to make your teeth ache.

On the other side, the battle for position between Sakuragi Hanamichi and Nobe Masahiro was equally fierce.

Nobe Hiroshi stood firmly in front of Sakuragi, his arms outstretched behind him, trying to lock the red-haired boy out with his broad back.

"Red-haired brat, the backboard is mine!" Nobe Masahiro sneered.

"Don't underestimate me! This genius is the rebounding king!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi bared his teeth, strained with both legs, and squeezed like a crazed wild boar.

This strange force tore a hole in the defense line of Yebian Jiangguang.

Four people under the basket, eight eyes.

They stared intently at the falling basketball.

At this moment, in the press box offstage.

Veteran journalist Yayoi Aida shook her head, holding a recording pen.

"That's too much of a stretch," Aida Yayoi said regretfully.

Nakamura, the assistant beside him, looked puzzled: "Aida-senpai, is this a lost cause?"

Aida Yayoi pushed up her black-rimmed glasses, her tone resolute.

"Based on my data, Mitsui Hisami's rhythm was definitely disrupted by Ichinokura Satoshi's mad dog-like defense."

"Under such strong interference, he will definitely lose his accuracy."

"Not to mention that last shot, Ichinokura Satoshi's fingertips were already..."

Aida Yayoi hadn't finished speaking.

"Whoosh!"

A crisp and pleasant sound of swishing a net.

The snow-white net splashed high into the air.

Hollow into the network!

It was clean and efficient; it didn't even graz the edge of the rim!

The massive Hiroshima Stadium fell into a deathly silence.

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