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

As a seasoned coach with many years of experience, I'm quite the cunning old fox.

He sees things more clearly than anyone else.

That last round was definitely not some kind of incredible luck.

Lin Bei's ghostly sliding steps, his judgment of distance, timing, and Amu's point of force, were so precise that they were chilling.

Conventional physical confrontations and tactics for drawing fouls are completely ineffective against someone with such monstrous insight.

It could even be used by the opponent as a weapon to turn the tables.

"Terrifying dynamic vision, and that near-instantaneous neural reaction speed..."

Coach Gao gritted his teeth, a fine layer of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

"Where on earth did Shohoku find such an unreasonable monster?"

On the court, Amu, his face dark, received the basketball from the baseline.

He ignored the noisy discussions around him.

He just breathed heavily, forcibly calming the surging blood and anger of being humiliated.

Absolute rationality, belonging to the emperor, once again took the high ground.

He dribbled the ball slowly forward, his eyes as cold as if they had been soaked in ice water.

As they passed by Kiyota Nobunaga and Jin Soichiro.

Amu lowered his voice and gave the order in an extremely authoritative tone.

"Tactics changed, the entire team retreated to a defensive position."

Amu's gaze was like a knife, staring straight at Lin Bei, who was yawning listlessly across from him.

"Oh God, Qingtian."

"As soon as he receives the ball, you two immediately abandon your assigned players and team up with me to triple-team him."

Kiyota and Ajin were both stunned.

Three-man encirclement?

This is an extremely destructive tactic that is only used against the nation's top-tier ace players.

But seeing the unwavering look in Amu's eyes, the two immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

Listen carefully.

Amu's voice carried a ruthless intent to destroy everything in the process.

"As long as he dares to break through."

Even if it's a foul.

"You have to pull the ball down with your bare hands!"

"Beep!"

The referee blew a crisp whistle.

The game is signaled to continue.

Shohoku has the right to serve from the baseline.

Ryota Miyagi stood outside the boundary.

Holding a basketball in both hands.

His eyes quickly swept across the halfway line, spotted an opening, and decisively and steadily threw the ball out.

Lin Bei's fingertips just touched the rough leather.

Kiyota Nobunaga and Muto Masayuki then flanked them from the left and right.

Their defense is extremely aggressive.

The two pressed their bodies together almost without reservation, their chests pressing tightly against Lin Bei's space to move.

"This road is blocked!"

Kiyota Nobunaga lowered his voice, his tone laced with provocation.

Taking advantage of the referee's blind spot, he secretly reached down with his right hand.

He grabbed Lin Bei's jersey hem tightly.

Muto Masaya, standing to the side, was also very cooperative.

The strong knee subtly rammed into Lin Bei's outer thigh muscles.

They were trying to completely enrage the first-year student with this disgusting little act.

Lin Bei lowered his head slightly.

Stray hairs framing her forehead obscured her eyes.

The jersey felt tight and taut.

A hint of violence flashed across those previously nonchalant eyes.

"Is that all the defensive strength you've got?"

"Who do you think you are?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

He didn't even glance at Miyagi Ryota, who was making a run to receive the pass.

They didn't even intend to pass the ball.

The wild aura belonging to Daiki Aomine burst forth like a ferocious beast breaking free of its cage.

"Super-fast dribbling" activated.

"Bang!"

The basketball slammed heavily onto the wooden floor.

The next second, the orange-red sphere turned into a blurry afterimage right between his legs.

The dribbling frequency is so fast that it is impossible for the naked eye to catch it.

Kiyota Nobunaga only heard a thunderous sound like a storm hitting the ground.

It was so dense it made my scalp tingle.

With eyes wide open, he couldn't even see which hand held the ball.

"This guy's ball control has changed again!"

Qingtian's pupils shrank suddenly.

A layer of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

In a moment of desperation, Coach Gao's tactical instructions flashed through his mind.

He gritted his teeth and took a sharp, half-step forward with his right foot.

He tried to block the breakthrough route with his legs and force an offensive foul.

As soon as the other person bumps into you, immediately fall to the ground.

however.

At that moment, the ankle unleashed a terrifying and destructive force.

At the extreme point of the sprint, the body, which was originally leaning to the left, was pulled back by a strange force.

This completely violates common sense in physics.

The side of the sneakers rubbed violently against the wooden floor.

It let out a sharp screech.

A charred rubber mark was left on the smooth floor.

Kiyota Nobunaga's defensive logic completely collapsed.

The brain issued an emergency command to block to the right.

But the body simply cannot withstand this abnormal twisting and turning.

"thump!"

Her legs were twisted into a strange knot like a pretzel.

Completely losing his balance, he landed hard on his bottom on the hard floor.

His disheveled appearance made him look like a ridiculous clown.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Wild monkey, are you looking for bananas on the floor?"

"Want one, this genius, as a treat?"

Not far away, Sakuragi Hanamichi laughed wildly and without any restraint.

However, this time he did not get carried away and leave his defensive position.

After laughing.

Sakuragi immediately lowered his center of gravity, his thick arm firmly blocking Takasago Kazuma, who was trying to take advantage of the chaos to make a mid-air cut.

His eyes were sharp as knives, exuding a strong sense of pressure.

This intense, chilling surveillance sent shivers down Takasago's spine.

This completely dispelled the idea of ​​getting involved.

Lin Bei was like a bolt of black lightning.

It ruthlessly tore a passage through the gaps in Kiyota and Muto's defenses.

With a powerful, oppressive gust of wind, it charged straight into the heart of the Hainan team's penalty area.

Within the narrow paint area.

The emperor of Hainan has been waiting for a long time.

In Amu's deep eyes burned a madness of mutual destruction.

His muscles, as hard as granite, were taut to the extreme.

"Get down here!"

He let out a rough roar.

With a powerful kick, his thick legs shattered the floor, and he leaped high into the air like a rocket.

Its two arms were fully outstretched, like cold iron clamps.

Completely block all possible shooting angles.

I never intended to throw the ball.

Even if it comes at the cost of a serious foul.

We must also pull this arrogant new student down from mid-air.

This is the absolute self-respect of Hainan's top team.

This must not be trampled on a second time.

Lin Bei, facing the terrifying mountain that loomed over him, also rose from the ground.

There was no attempt to dodge.

There was no backing down.

The two were like two ferocious beasts locked in a life-or-death battle in mid-air.

"Bang!"

The sound of muscles and bones colliding violently suddenly exploded in the silent arena.

The dull, loud noise made my teeth ache.

Amu gritted his teeth and exerted his strength in the air.

The entire weight and the brutal impact were pressed onto those slightly thin shoulders.

They attempted to use this brutal method to completely destroy the opponent's core sense of balance.

Once balance is lost, even the most exquisite archery skills will vanish.

but.

The expected scene of screaming and falling did not occur.

During the brief moment of airborne suspension following the collision of two bodies.

Lin Bei's back muscles, soaked with cold sweat, twitched strangely.

Tai Chi uses the opponent's force to its advantage.

The body formed an extremely flexible and terrifying bow shape in mid-air.

The violent impact was skillfully channeled down the shoulders and spine, all the way to the waist and abdomen.

That terrifying force was enough to send ordinary players flying.

It was resolved with a nonchalant gesture.