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

This is a wild monkey that usually jumps and leaps around.

At this moment, they're desperately trying to create space beyond the three-point line, as if they're grasping at a straw.

"Catch the ball!"

Amu flicked his wrist.

The basketball skimmed the floor and slammed into the ground with a strong spin.

Kiyota's hands, like iron clamps, caught the incoming ball.

He took a deep breath, instantly stretching his calf muscles.

He planned to use speed to forcefully break through Xiangbei's defense zone outside Linbei's defensive zone.

But just as the ball of the foot was about to exert force.

A chill ran straight up from my tailbone to the top of my head.

Swish!

A bolt of silver lightning tore through the air without warning.

Rukawa Kaede was enveloped in silver lightning that resembled ripples on water.

Even their breathing was kept to a minimum.

Once "Empty Cicada" is activated, he is like a ghost whose presence has been erased with a single click.

Kiyota felt a blur before his eyes.

I couldn't even see a blurry afterimage.

Only a soft sound reached my ears.

Snapped.

Kiyota felt a lightness in his hand.

The ball's tactile sensation was completely gone.

He stared blankly at his empty hands, his mind completely blank.

He didn't even see who did it.

The ball seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Rukawa caught the ball with one hand and turned around smoothly.

His eyes were icy cold.

The ball slammed heavily onto the floor.

Silver lightning was unleashed in full force.

Rukawa Kaede, like a fighter jet flying close to the ground, directly counterattacked and entered Hainan's half of the court.

Amu chased after them as fast as he could.

Even if it's a foul, we have to stop this ball!

But Rukawa didn't even glance at the pursuers behind him.

While sprinting at full speed, he suddenly made a move that sent chills down everyone's spine.

If it were the old Rukawa Kaede, he would definitely have dunked that ball himself.

But he neither slowed down nor jumped.

He held the ball with one hand and tossed it hard behind his head.

The basketball traced a high and sharp arc.

"Go ahead and vote."

Rukawa Kaede coldly uttered two words.

It wasn't an order, but rather the uncanny tacit understanding between top shooters.

With a broader perspective, this lone wolf finally learned to entrust its back to its teammates.

The voice just fell.

Two meters beyond the three-point line, a figure arrived precisely on time.

It's Mitsui Hisashi.

He stood on illusory golden lightning, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

"God's right hand" is on full fire.

Mitsui didn't even look where the basketball hoop was.

He jumped without any balls, two meters away from the three-point line.

In mid-air, he steadily caught Rukawa's back pass.

The coordination was so smooth, it was as if they had rehearsed it eight hundred times.

Take off.

Receive the ball.

Shot.

All in one go.

Without any hesitation or fuss.

It's as smooth as eating Dove chocolate.

The basketball flew out of my fingertips with a strong backspin.

An exaggerated golden arc is drawn under the overhead light.

The Sakuragi Army in the stands were so shocked their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

Holy crap!

"That mistress's hand gesture was way too far! Is she even human?"

Oonan Yuji swallowed hard.

"If this ball goes in, Hainan's morale will probably shatter on the spot."

Yohei Mito smiled, his eyes narrowed.

"Don't worry about it."

"Mitsui has become even stronger now."

Haruko clasped her hands together and stared wide-eyed.

My heart was pounding in my throat.

"We absolutely have to get in!"

"Good luck, Mitsui-senpai!"

Thousands of eyes in the stadium were completely captivated by that ball.

Time seemed to stretch out.

Swish!

A crisp sound of net swishing against the net broke the silence of the stadium.

Hollow into the network!

It didn't even make a ripple.

The numbers on the scoreboard kept changing relentlessly.

38: 24!

Shohoku scored 5 points in half a minute, completely dominating Hainan on both offense and defense.

After Mitsui landed, his right hand was still raised high.

Maintaining a standard shooting posture, with the wrist hanging naturally.

Sweat dripped from his chin onto the floor.

Mitsui looked at the bewildered Kiyota Nobunaga and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Sorry, little monkey."

"My accuracy is now 100%."

Kiyota plopped down on the ground, his body numb.

They even forgot how to be stubborn.

Rukawa Kaede walked over and started picking at things without any expression.

"The throws are too slow."

Mitsui flicked his wrist and laughed and cursed.

"You don't know anything, this is called letting the basketball fly for a while."

"If you hadn't thrown it so carelessly just now, would I have had this much trouble catching it?"

Sakuragi Hanamichi, standing not far away, crossed his arms and snorted coldly.

The crimson electric light in his eyes pulsed steadily.

Once inside the Zone, Sakuragi abandoned his usual goofy demeanor, exuding an eerie composure.

"That stinky fox did a decent job spreading the word this time; he didn't embarrass this genius."

"But the mistress's score is only slightly lower than mine."

Rukawa Kaede glanced at him sideways.

"You big idiot."

Sakuragi's forehead veins throbbed, and his fist hardened.

"Who are you calling an idiot!"

"My brilliant defensive positioning just now was absolutely flawless!"

The two exchanged verbal sparring, but their footwork in retreating was incredibly fast.

Akagi walked over and placed one hand on each of their shoulders.

"Shut up, all of you!"

"The competition isn't over yet. Anyone who gets cocky will be the first one I won't let off!"

Sakuragi scratched his head and pouted.

"All that gorilla does is bully people."

Lin Bei stood in the center circle, listening to this bunch of clowns making a ruckus, and smiled helplessly.

Even after opening a Zone, these guys still can't shake their habit of bickering.

However, this is the style that Shohoku should have.

Lin Bei slowly turned his head to look at Mu Shenyi opposite him.

"Alright, get back to normal."

"Let's crush the last bit of fighting spirit that Hainan has left."

Ryota Miyagi on the sidelines waved a towel and shouted.

"That's right! Strike while the iron is hot!"

"Beat them to death!"

Ayako tapped Miyagi on the head with a paper fan.

"Don't you even look at who's in control of the ball right now?"

"You don't need to worry about Lin Bei at all."

At this moment, Amu stood still, panting heavily like a bellows.

The purple imperial engine had been completely reduced to an overloaded piece of junk.

It let out two mournful cries and was about to go out.

Amu's kingly composure finally crumbled.

All that remained was utter despair.

Kazuma Takasago lowered his head, too ashamed to even look at the scoreboard.

Muto was supporting himself on his knees, sweat pouring down his face like it was free.

The entire Hainan half of the stadium was shrouded in a suffocatingly low pressure.

The light in everyone's eyes dimmed.

Gao Touli on the sidelines frantically waved his fan, but couldn't utter a single tactical command.

Shohoku's offensive and defensive dominance is simply outrageous, utterly outrageous.

This isn't a competition; it's a one-sided massacre.

High up in the stands, Sendoh stood with his hands in his pockets, staring intently at Lin Bei on the field.

The languid look in his eyes had long since vanished.

He adopted a rare display of fanatical fighting spirit.

"Everyone in Zone..."

Sendoh muttered to himself.

"Lin Bei, just how many more tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

Uozumi Jun, standing next to him, swallowed hard, his massive body taut and straight.

"Akagi, that gorilla, has actually evolved to this level."

"That dark area made me feel oppressed, even when I was in the stands."

Coach Taoka stroked his chin; his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

"That's terrifying."

"Shohoku's roster depth is simply a bottomless pit."

The whistle blew again, and the game continued.

The Hainan players ran towards the frontcourt like they'd lost their souls.

But every time they passed the ball...

Under Lin Bei's "Eye of the Heavenly Emperor," it was as if they had X-ray vision.

Each breakthrough resulted in a direct collision with Akagi's black, absolute barrier.

On the other hand, Shohoku's counterattack was as fast as a tornado.

Rukawa Kaede's silver "Empty Cicada" turned the defense line into a sieve.

Sakuragi's crimson "Dan Kong" turned the backboard area into a no-fly zone.

Mitsui's golden lightning rained down three-pointers from the outside.

Swish!