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

"Kiyota, step back," Maki Shinichi commanded in a deep voice.

Under Mu's oppressive presence, Kiyota reluctantly snorted and retreated back into the ranks.

But his eyes remained fixed on Sakuragi.

Taking advantage of the break, Miyagi Ryota opened the match schedule he had just obtained.

His brows furrowed sharply: "Wait a minute, Hainan's opponent today... something's not right."

"What's wrong?" Takenori Akagi leaned closer.

"Jinshan Business"

Miyagi uttered the name with a hint of doubt in his voice.

"This is a dark horse team that just made it into the national competition this year."

"According to intelligence, this team doesn't play by the rules at all; their average weight exceeds 90 kilograms!"

"This isn't a basketball team, it's practically a rugby team!"

"Skilled in physical combat?"

Mitsui Hisashi stroked his chin, his eyes sharpening.

"It seems that Hainan won't have an easy time winning today."

The members of Shohoku were puzzled by this new clue.

Meanwhile, Sakuragi's gang was already secretly making some moves.

Yohei Mito glanced at Nobunaga Kiyota, who was still rolling his eyes at Sakuragi, and gave a wicked smile.

He gave Takamiya Nozomi and Oonan Yuji a wink, and the group immediately tiptoed around to Kiyota's back.

Just as Kiyota stood with his hands on his hips, preparing to continue his arrogant statement that "Hainan will win."

Yohei and the others stood in perfect unison behind him, perfectly replicating Kiyota's exaggerated movements of tilting his nose up and swaying his hips like a monkey.

Takamiya Nozomi even rolled her eyes deliberately and pounded her round chest like a gorilla.

This extremely comical silent pantomime happened to be seen by Haruko, who had just arrived at the venue not far away.

"Pfft..."

Haruko covered her mouth, her once innocent face turning bright red, her shoulders trembling.

Fujii and Matsui next to them were laughing so hard they almost cried.

I had to pinch the other person's arm tightly to keep myself from laughing out loud.

Kiyota seemed to sense something was wrong behind him and turned around abruptly.

Yohei and the others immediately returned to their standing posture.

They all looked up at the ceiling, as if studying the architectural structure of the stadium.

Kiyota was completely bewildered and was about to lash out when Maki Shinichi strode towards Linbei.

The "emperor" of Hainan no longer had the same condescending gaze he had in Kanagawa.

He stared intently at Lin Bei, his eyes filled with apprehension.

But at the same time, it also burns with absolute recognition of the strong.

"I watched your match against Aiwa yesterday."

Shinichi Maki stepped forward and extended a broad and powerful hand.

"A truly amazing performance, Lin Bei."

"You're getting stronger and stronger."

Lin Bei looked at Mu Shenyi's outstretched hand, a nonchalant smile curving his lips.

He reached out and shook hands firmly with the middle-aged man who looked like a king.

"Instead of praising me, you should worry more about your opponents today."

Lin Bei's voice was not loud.

But at the moment of shaking hands, the knuckles of their wrists, which were secretly wrestling, made a faint cracking sound.

"I'm really looking forward to crushing you all again in the national competition."

Mu Shen's eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

Instead of getting angry, he revealed a wild and intimidating smile:

"Then you'd better watch carefully."

"We in Hainan will not make the same mistake twice."

The two passed each other by.

The Shohoku team followed the passageway toward the best viewing area in the stands.

"That guy's aura is getting stronger and stronger." Miyagi Ryota rubbed his wrist, staring at Maki Shinichi's back.

But when they walked to section A of the stands...

The prime seats that should have been empty were instead occupied by a group of guys dressed in a sleazy, disorganized manner.

These were delinquent teenagers from another school, with dyed yellow hair and earrings.

He was putting his feet up high on the back of the chair in front of him, smoking and laughing loudly.

The surrounding audience was so frightened that they kept their distance and dared not approach.

"Hey, you've taken our spots." Akagi Takenori stepped forward with a dark face, his voice low and rumbling like thunder.

The blond thug who was leading the group glanced sideways at Akagi.

He arrogantly flicked the cigarette butt away, and it landed squarely on the tip of Akagi's shoe.

"Who do you think you are, you big guy?"

"Is your name written here?"

"These rows of seats are reserved by the elderly gentlemen today."

"If you know what's good for you, get the hell out of here and don't ruin the old men's fun watching the game!"

The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

"You're asking for it!" Sakuragi Hanamichi's inner rage was instantly ignited.

At that moment, his instincts as a top-tier delinquent in Kanagawa were fully awakened.

Sakuragi suddenly took a step forward, his large knuckles cracking as he gripped them.

A wild and violent aura instantly locked onto the thugs.

The Sakuragi Army behind them also put away their carefree smiles.

Yohei Mito's eyes turned cold, ready to unleash a massacre at any moment.

Just as Sakuragi was about to smash the blond guy's nose with a punch.

A fair, slender hand, seemingly possessing an irresistible power, gently rested on Sakuragi's shoulder.

"Sakuragi, step back."

Lin Bei's voice was soft, yet it carried an unquestionable tone of command.

Sakuragi was stunned for a moment.

Despite his burning anger, his absolute faith in Lin Bei made him stop in his tracks.

Lin Bei slowly walked forward.

He walked past Akagi and stood directly in front of the blond thug.

He didn't even take his hands out of his pockets.

Lin Bei simply lowered his head slightly, and a chillingly cold light suddenly erupted from his originally lazy and nonchalant eyes.

It was a murderous aura that seemed to have crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

No language or action is required.

Lin Bei's eyes.

It's like the Grim Reaper looking down on a corpse that has already begun to rot.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment. The surrounding temperature dropped several degrees.

The blond thug's arrogant smile froze on his face.

He looked into Lin Bei's eyes and suddenly felt a suffocating sensation gripping his throat, making it impossible to breathe.

His body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

"roll."

Lin Bei parted his thin lips slightly and uttered only one word.

This word was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The blond thug screamed, his legs went weak, and he fell straight off the chair to the ground.

He scrambled to his feet, not daring to look at Lin Bei again.

Leading his equally terrified underlings, he pushed through the crowd and fled in disarray.

To subdue the enemy without fighting.

Shocking, utterly shocking.

The surrounding audience gasped, and even Akagi and Miyagi looked at Lin Bei with eyes that seemed to have seen a ghost.

"Boss, that's awesome!" The Sakuragi Army whistled wildly from behind.

"Alright, sit down and watch the game."

Lin Bei instantly withdrew that terrifying killing intent.

He went back to his lazy, listless self.

He sat down in the very center with an air of authority.

The Shohoku team finally got their wish and occupied the best viewing spot in the entire stadium.

Just then, all the lights in the stadium suddenly dimmed, followed by deafening cheers.

"beep--!!!"

The sharp sound of the referee's whistle pierced the air above the stadium.

This signals the official start of this crucial battle.