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

A four-man encirclement.

Faced with absolute speed, it couldn't even last a second before collapsing completely!

Lin Bei didn't even turn his head.

With suffocating wind pressure, it swept through the entire venue as if it were empty.

With just three dribbles, he had already reached the top of the restricted area at Love Academy!

"Don't get too cocky, kid!"

The heavy tank Iron Gate Mountain, left in the rear, roared with bloodshot eyes.

His massive body was like a wall of flesh, blocking the basket from below.

"Come on! I'll smash your bones!"

Iron Gate Mountain braces himself with his legs planted firmly on the ground, adopting his most prized sumo defensive stance.

They were determined to devour this arrogant brat alive in mid-air.

"Oh? You want to test your strength against me?"

Lin Bei, who was traveling at high speed, burst out laughing.

He had no intention of slowing down at all, and headed straight for the mountain of flesh at Iron Gate Mountain, stomping his right foot hard on the floor.

He shot up into the air like a rocket!

"court death!"

Tiemenshan roared and jumped up, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Lin Bei.

However, just as the two were about to collide in mid-air...

Lin Bei's body froze for a moment in mid-air.

He took a deep breath and suddenly exerted force from his core.

An extremely violent and heavy feeling suddenly erupted from his shoulder!

A destructive hammer!!

"What?!"

Tie Menshan felt that familiar way of exerting force, and his expression changed drastically.

"Bang--!!!"

A dull, resounding thud of muscles colliding echoed throughout the Hiroshima Gymnasium!

This is a brutal clash of pure strength!

Despite having an absolute weight advantage, Tiemenshan let out a painful groan in mid-air.

He was sent flying by Lin Bei's even more violent force!

"Get out of here."

Lin Bei's eyes were cold; he didn't even glance at the falling Iron Gate Mountain.

Holding the basketball in one hand, he draws it into a full-moon bow in the air.

Then, with unprecedented ferocity, he slammed the ball into the basket!

"Boom—!"

The basketball hoop emitted a painful groan.

The entire stadium seemed to tremble with that one-handed dunk.

The scoreboard flashed, and the score jumped.

12: 12!

draw!

The entire room fell silent.

All the spectators, reporters, and even the players from Hainan and Mingpeng Industrial seemed to have their souls drained.

I stared blankly at the figure hanging on the basketball hoop, a figure that looked like a demon descending to earth.

The four-man encirclement was torn apart in one step.

The heavy-handed center was knocked away in front of him.

What the hell kind of monster is this?!

"beep--!!!"

The referee's whistle finally broke the suffocating silence.

"Love and Academy, please suspend operations!"

The voice coming from the technical desk trembled slightly.

The defenses of love and harmony were utterly torn to shreds by one person.

Lin Bei released his grip and landed lightly.

He raised the back of his hand and casually wiped his chin.

A drop of sweat slid down his jawline and landed on the floor.

His chest began to rise and fall slightly.

Continuous use of perfect imitation beyond the normal load, especially inside skills and extreme acceleration.

This caused a slight disruption in his breathing rhythm.

"call……"

Lin Bei let out a soft breath.

Without even glancing at the Aiwa players who looked like defeated roosters, he turned and walked towards the Shohoku bench.

Not far away, Coach Ai stared intently at Lin Bei's slightly undulating back.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

But a sinister glint shone in those bloodshot eyes.

"Did you see that...?"

Ai and the coach lowered their voices and gritted their teeth as they spoke to the players who had gathered around them.

"He's sweating, and his breathing is erratic!"

Even the most perfect monster has limited physical strength!

Moroboshi Dai covered his head with a towel, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"The next match..."

The coach spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice carrying a cruel, bloody undertone.

"Abandon all fancy tactics, drag him into the mire!"

"At all costs, exhaust every last drop of his strength!"

"This game has only just begun."

These words were like a shot of adrenaline.

It pierced the very lifeblood of the Aihe Academy players, who were on the verge of becoming despondent.

Moroboshi Dai lay sprawled on the bench, panting heavily, his eyes filled with the relief of escaping death.

The coach suddenly turned his head, his hungry wolf-like eyes fixed on the end of the substitutes' bench.

There sat several burly men with menacing faces; they didn't look like high school students at all, but rather like street thugs collecting protection money.

"Kageyama! Ohmae! Matsui!"

"You three, get up!" the coach ordered through gritted teeth.

The three muscular men immediately stood up, exuding a savage and aggressive aura.

The coach rushed over, grabbed Kageyama Shun by the collar, and spat all over his face.

"Listen up, everyone. There's only one tactic going forward."

"I've abandoned all tactical positioning and don't even need cover."

"You guys go on the field and do one thing: stick to number 16!"

"Use your body to block him! Use your arms to block him! Use your knees to ram him! Drag him into the mud!"

The coach's facial features were completely distorted, making him look exactly like a gambler who had lost everything.

Kageyama Shun clenched his fist, his large knuckles cracking.

"Even if it's a foul, we have to pull him off!" The coach slammed the tactical board on the ground and roared.

"Even if it means committing all his fouls and getting sent off, we must squeeze every last drop of energy out of him!"

"Did you understand?!"

"clear!"

Several substitutes let out beast-like growls, their eyes gleaming with ferocity.

The whistle signaling the end of the timeout pierced the noise of the arena.

The players from both sides returned to the field.

Sakuragi Hanamichi glanced at the unfamiliar face that had come on the other side, and surprisingly refrained from making any sarcastic remarks.

This red-haired single-celled organism possesses an exceptionally keen sense of smell in truly high-level situations.

He moved closer to Lin Bei and lowered his voice.

"Master, these guys have strange eyes."

Sakuragi stared intently at Kageyama Shun's face, which was filled with malice, his tone carrying a warning.

"Be careful, I've seen plenty of people like this, they'll definitely resort to dirty tricks."

Lin Bei lazily curled up a cold smile that was infuriating.

"Meat shield?"

"Let's see if their bones are harder, or my fists are harder."

The match has resumed.

The point guard had just crossed halfway.

Kageyama Shun and the other two substitutes pounced on Lin Bei like mad dogs smelling blood.

They didn't even glance at Rukawa Kaede and Mitsui Hisashi; their eyes were only on Lin Bei.

The three people formed a triangular shape, trapping Lin Bei firmly in the middle.

"Bang!"

A dull thud of muscles colliding rang out.

Kageyama Shun's chest slammed into Lin Bei's back.

At the same time, his knee thrust out with extreme malice, aiming straight for Lin Bei's groin.

Another guy took advantage of the referee's blind spot and grabbed the hem of Lin Bei's jersey with all his might, almost tearing the clothes to shreds.

This street-smart, meat-grinding style of play dragged the game into a complete mess.

The referee seemed to be dazzled by the chaotic scene, and hesitated to blow the whistle.

Kageyama Shun whispered a string of trash talk into Lin Bei's ear.

"Kid, weren't you pretty arrogant just now?!"