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

boom!

An extremely violent and destructive dark aura exploded outwards from Lin Bei's center!

Lin Bei's shoulders slumped slightly, and his back was hunched.

He was in an extremely strangely relaxed state.

It was this seemingly defenseless posture that made Sawakita Eiji's hair stand on end!

The newly awakened wild instincts are frantically sounding the alarm!

In Lin Bei's eyes, the deep blackness was gradually replaced by an extremely savage light.

Ace vs. Ace!

Since you want to show off in the wild realm.

Then I'll utterly crush you in your area of ​​expertise!

"Wild Black Panther!"

"Activate!"

Lin Bei let out a low roar, his voice like a howl from the abyss.

The atmosphere on the field was instantly ignited!

He has the ball and is facing Sawakita's defense.

Lin Bei didn't make any probes at all, and didn't even check the positions of his teammates.

The body's center of gravity dropped to an absurdly low level in an instant.

boom!

The basketball hit the floor with a loud thud.

No fixed dribbling technique!

Lin Bei's speed was incredibly fast.

The basketball seemed to come alive in his hands, its trajectory completely defying the laws of physics.

A bright white light shone in Zebei's eyes, and his wild intuition allowed him to make an instant prediction.

"right!"

Zebei shifted his body to the side, firmly blocking the defensive position.

However, Lin Bei didn't slow down at all!

Two beasts in their prime collided with a deafening roar beyond the three-point line!

There are no fancy techniques, just pure physical talent and raw instinct in a head-on clash!

"Get out of here!" Lin Bei roared.

Just before he was about to collide with Sawakita.

Lin Bei's body twisted into a pretzel shape in mid-air with an inhuman flexibility!

He was like a black lightning bolt, grazing right past Zebei.

"How is this possible!" Zebei was shocked.

My intuition failed me!

Because Lin Bei's actions completely disregarded basic principles.

That's a wild instinct that completely transcends conventional basketball!

Lin Bei charged into the penalty area, but didn't even give Kawada, who was leaping high to try and cover, a second glance.

The body is tilted back extremely in mid-air, almost parallel to the ground.

With his body completely unable to exert any force, Lin Bei casually tossed the ball towards the basket with one hand.

Swish!

The sound of the ball swishing through the net is simply heavenly.

Xiangbei 20:12 Mountain King.

Lin Bei landed lightly, then turned back and gave a cold glance to Ze Bei Rongzhi, who was still questioning his life.

"Too slow, you brat."

"That's it?" Lin Bei's tone was full of sarcasm.

The entire venue was deathly silent for a second, then erupted into a frenzied roar that seemed to lift the roof off!

The Shohoku bench went completely crazy, waving towels like helicopter propellers.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the court, was the bench of Sannoh Industrial.

The atmosphere, however, was oppressively so.

Head coach Goro Domoto frowned, staring intently at his team's starting power forward.

Nobe Masahiro clutched his right wrist in pain, cold sweat pouring down his face, which had turned pale.

Sakuragi Hanamichi's unreasonable dunk over someone not only almost pulled the rim off the court, but also caused him to collide violently with Nobe in mid-air.

Nobe suffered a severe wrist injury while trying to suppress the superhuman force.

Now, he struggles to even catch the ball, let alone grab rebounds.

"Nobe, you can't fight anymore."

Domoto Goro took a deep breath and decisively gave the order.

"Coach, I can still play!" Nobe gritted his teeth, his eyes full of resentment.

"This is an order!" Domoto's voice was cold.

"Go to the infirmary, leave the game to your teammates."

Domoto Goro turned around and looked at the silent figure at the end of the bench.

"Ready to go on stage."

The referee's whistle blew again.

"Sannoh Industrial requests a replacement!"

Shohoku's first half.

Satoru Kakuta stood near the free-throw line, wiping his sweat and letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Phew..." Kakuta thought to himself with a secret sense of satisfaction.

"That number 5 has finally gone down."

Kakuta turned his head and glanced at Sakuragi Hanamichi, who was under the basket.

"With Nobe gone, Sakuragi will have it much easier now..."

"etc?!"

Kakuta Satoru's smile suddenly froze.

His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and his eyes widened.

Not only him, but all the players of Shohoku High School, and even the spectators in the stands.

At this moment, everyone felt a suffocating sense of oppression.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Heavy footsteps slowly echoed from the sidelines.

With every step, the wooden floor of the Hiroshima Stadium seemed to groan in pain.

A huge shadow, like a dark cloud, instantly enveloped half of the field.

Sakuragi Hanamichi stopped laughing and stared wide-eyed ahead.

Lin Bei also tilted his head slightly and raised an eyebrow.

At the technical desk.

A massive figure wearing a Sannoh Industrial No. 15 jersey was slowly peeling off the muscle tape from his leg.

Height 210 cm, weight 130 kg.

It was a veritable humanoid mountain of flesh.

He just stood there.

That overwhelming sense of despair is enough to crush the mentality of any defender.

Sannoh Industrial's last secret weapon.

Kawada's younger brother.

Number 15, Mikio Kawata, makes his appearance!

……

This side of the field

Lin Bei was using an extremely wild fighting style to relentlessly increase the intensity on Ze Bei Rongzhi.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the stadium...

Sakuragi Hanamichi also ushered in his own "hellish level dungeon".

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Heavy footsteps pounded on the floor.

The noise in the entire Hiroshima Stadium was immediately put on pause.

auditorium.

The old coach of Mingpeng Industrial narrowed his sharp old eyes and stared intently at the behemoth that was walking onto the field.

"Oh, they finally decided to let it out."

The old coach let out a long breath and burst out laughing.

"Ah Kuan, stop eating, look at that guy down there."

Morishige Hiroshi glanced at it casually.

"He's the only player in this national competition who's taller than you." The old coach's tone was full of excitement and apprehension.

"A real mountain of flesh, standing 210 cm tall and weighing 130 kg, is Miki Kawata."

For the first time ever, Morishige Hiroshi didn't argue back, letting out a muffled groan.

Let's turn our attention back to the stadium.

Mikio Kawata was slowly making his way onto the field.

Despite her exaggeratedly large size, resembling a load-bearing wall, she wore a "baby is wronged" expression on her face.

He lowered his head, his broad shoulders hunched together, and his large hands nervously rubbing together.

It's like a giant whiny monster that's made a mistake.

"Big...Big brother, I'm sorry."

As soon as Mikio stepped onto the court, he couldn't even see where his opponents were.

He immediately apologized to Masashi Okawada, who was trembling.

The voice was timid and had a heavy nasal tone.

Masashi Okawata was holding back his anger because Nobe was injured.

Seeing his younger brother's hopeless state, the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"asshole!"

"You didn't do anything wrong, why are you apologizing!"

Kawada roared in a low voice, sounding just like an enraged silverback gorilla.

"Head up! Chest out!"

"You're one of Sannoh's men!"

Miki was startled by the shout and hurriedly straightened up.

But his eyes were still wandering around, and he didn't dare to look at his opponent at all.

"Yes...yes, big brother!"

"I'm sorry, I'll never apologize again!"