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

"it's useless!"

Midorima, taking advantage of his height, jumped with all his might, his large hand almost blocking Lin Bei's view.

"Yeah?"

While in mid-air, Lin Bei unexpectedly stepped down with his right foot in the air.

Using the pressure dissipated by Tai Chi, he exerted his strength a second time in mid-air!

He was pulled back in an extremely exaggerated backward tilt, his whole body almost parallel to the ground!

In that moment of challenging the limits of human hang time, Lin Bei gently flicked his wrist.

The basketball traced an extremely high parabola, gracefully passing over Midorima's fingertips.

"Whoosh—!"

The hollow part enters the net, producing a crisp and pleasant friction sound.

18: 13!

The entire audience went absolutely wild.

Midorima landed heavily, his right hand, which had missed its target, froze in mid-air, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Lin Bei landed steadily and blew on his hot fingertips.

She looked up and met Akashi's gaze.

At that moment, Lin Bei clearly caught the fear in the eyes of this tyrannical emperor.

But a danger alarm was ringing wildly in Lin Bei's mind!

"It's not over yet!"

At the baseline, Midorima didn't even have time to regret it and immediately unleashed a quick serve.

The ball was instantly passed to Tetsuya Kuroko in midfield.

Teiko's counterattack was so fast it was breathtaking.

Kuroko caught the ball with both hands, his eyes cold, and pushed it upwards sharply.

A super long-distance alley-oop that spans half the court!

The basketball, like a missile with eyes, flew straight through Shohoku's half of the court.

Near the free-throw line, a black afterimage shot into the sky.

It's Aomine Daiki!

He used his almost savage speed to shake off Rukawa Kaede and received the pass steadily in mid-air.

Sakuragi Hanamichi roared and jumped to cover, but he couldn't even touch Aomine's ankle.

"Don't get too cocky!" Qingfeng roared wildly in mid-air.

With a sudden contraction of his waist and abdomen, he slammed the basketball into the basket like a battle axe!

"boom--!"

Score 20:13!

The momentum of Shohoku's comeback was extinguished by this brutal alley-oop.

Aomine Daiki landed, grinning to reveal his gleaming white teeth, his eyes looking down arrogantly.

Tetsuya Kuroko stood silently in the center circle, like a ghost.

Akashi Seijuro slowly walked between the two.

Her heterochromatic eyes stared coldly at Lin Bei not far away, her murderous aura filling the entire area.

"Warm-up is over."

Akashi's voice was icy. "I hope you can hold out a little longer."

"Because now, things are getting serious."

……

The back-and-forth battle in the first half was like a merciless meat grinder.

The oxygen in the stadium was being squeezed out little by little.

Under intense competition, time flew by.

With only three minutes remaining in the first half, the game was about to end.

"Huff... huff..."

Lin Bei braced his hands on his knees.

Sweat dripped down his chiseled face.

It splashed water all over the floor, creating tiny, shattering sprays.

The lungs are like a broken bellows.

Every breath was accompanied by a burning, stinging pain.

He felt as if his legs were filled with mercury.

The muscle fibers in my inner thighs and lower abdomen are sending waves of tearing, aching pain through them.

The rate at which he lost his stamina far exceeded his expectations.

It forcefully blends traditional Chinese martial arts techniques with various wild and untamed elements.

The strain on the body is simply devastating.

If it weren't for the system-enhanced physique that allowed him to hold on so tightly.

For an ordinary person, their Achilles tendon would have ruptured instantly upon landing after that tomahawk dunk.

"What's wrong?"

A deep, wild voice came from three steps in front of him.

Aomine Daiki was like a black panther that had caught the scent of blood.

He suddenly pressed close to Lin Bei.

His dark yellow eyes gleamed with extreme excitement and bloodlust.

His jersey was also soaked with sweat.

"Your footwork has slowed down!"

Qingfeng grinned.

He revealed his gleaming white teeth.

His tone was laced with undisguised mockery and arrogance.

"Where did that dazzling gait go?"

"this one?"

Lin Bei slowly straightened up.

He casually wiped the sweat from his chin with his arm.

I looked up and glanced at the scoreboard hanging in the air above the stadium.

The bright red numbers were particularly glaring.

58: 45.

Teiko Middle School boasts unfathomable talent and terrifying physical reserves from its Generation of Miracles.

They managed to widen the gap to thirteen points.

"this one?"

Lin Bei's lips curled into an extremely arrogant sneer.

The dark golden light in his eyes surged up again.

"Dealing with you, little black cat, is just a matter of taking a breather."

"Since you're in such a hurry to get yourself killed."

"Then I'll arrange a devastating blow for you in the final moments of the first half."

"How arrogant!"

Qingfeng suddenly lowered his center of gravity.

All the muscles in my body were stretched to their limit.

Like a fully drawn bow.

Come on!

"Let's see what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"

Without saying a word, Lin Bei slammed his right hand into the basketball.

"Bang!"

The basketball slammed hard against the floor.

The color under Lin Bei's eyes changed instantly.

His left eye transformed into a cold, crimson color, symbolizing the "Eye of the Heavenly Emperor."

Her right eye reflected the dazzling golden light of Kise Ryota's "perfect imitation".

Two god-level skills belonging to the Generation of Miracles.

It perfectly overlaps with Lin Bei.

Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat.

A primal instinct was screaming in my head.

This kid's aura has completely changed.

Lin Bei's shoulder swayed slightly to the left.

His gaze was also extremely realistic as he looked towards the breakthrough route on the left.

Aomine's body instinctively followed and defended.

His panther-like speed allowed him to immediately block the position.

But just as Aomine's right foot touched the floor...

Lin Bei's ankle twisted to the right at an angle that completely defied the laws of physics.

That was an unpredictable change of direction that absolutely belonged to Aomine Daiki himself.

Use Qingfeng's techniques to kill Qingfeng.

Not only that.

The Heavenly Emperor's Eye had already predicted and locked down Qingfeng's center of gravity shift and muscle exertion points.

"Your right foot can no longer leave the floor."

Lin Bei's icy voice boomed in Qingfeng's ears.

"What?!"

Qingfeng's pupils contracted.

Trying to forcefully twist the waist and abdomen to change the center of gravity.

However, he discovered that his legs were completely tangled due to inertia and the visual guidance of his premonition.

"thump!"

Amidst stunned gazes.

That wild and untamed Daiki Aomine, who always prides himself on his speed and agility.

It completely lost its balance.

Lin Bei swayed him backward and knocked him down.

He slumped awkwardly onto the wooden floor.

The clown was himself.

Without the slightest pause.

Lin Bei leaped up from beyond the three-point line.

The jump was so light and effortless that it was almost ethereal.

His eyes were as cold as those of an emotionless god.

He took a pull-up three-pointer.

The basketball traced an extremely high and cold arc in mid-air.

"Whoosh—!"

The basketball went through the net cleanly.

The sound of rubbing the mesh is crisp and pleasant.

58: 48.

The point difference has returned to ten.

"asshole!!"

Qingfeng, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly sprang up from the floor.

His eyes were bloodshot and turned bright red.

He grabbed the basketball that had fallen from the basket.

Enraged, he slammed it hard onto the floor.

"Bang!"

The basketball bounced high into the air.

The impact on the backboard made a loud thud.