Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 153 Strange swastika, endless sea of ​​blood.

As the words fell, the entire stadium changed, and countless blood rushed into the sky, dyeing the sky a terrifying red.

Shendailan's racket extended bloody water and entered the field.

Flowing red blood can be seen everywhere on the ground of the stadium, sticky and giving off a faint fishy smell.

The racket in Shendai Lane's hand exploded with a column of blood, reaching the highest point in the sky, and falling like a fairy scattering flowers.

Accompanied by the terrified screams of the audience, blood was scattered in every corner of the venue.

"Help, it's blood!" The timid audience even fainted.

"Dead, dead! I smell blood, vomit!"

"Calm down, it's all an illusion!" Many middle schools choose self-discipline.

With their help, the audience calmed down temporarily.

"What's going on here?" Kikumaru hid behind Qingxue Zhengxuan, but found blood dripping from the bottom of his feet, so frightened that he jumped onto Dashi's back, his legs tightly wrapped around the opponent's waist, with a mournful face.

"He connected to the hell of the parallel world. This is the scene of hell." With a trembling voice, he adjusted his glasses, but unexpectedly, with a shaking of his hand, the glasses fell into the bloody water on the ground.

Immediately he reached into his tennis bag for new glasses and put them on.

"Destroy everything, does it mean to destroy everything like hell? This swastika seems to be very dangerous." Fuji Zhousuke opened his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"But looking at it from another angle, the minister can make Jindai use this kind of swastika, which is a disguised representation of Jindai's approval of the minister." Kaitang Kaoru squinted his eyes, and subconsciously leaned towards the people around him, with a little envy in his tone.

"To be precise, yes." Gan nodded.

Atobe: "I have rarely seen such a generation of gods. It seems that Tezuka is really special. It is estimated that this time the generation of gods will show another side of him."

Atobe stroked the bloody water on the railing with his fingers.

Both the taste and consistency are similar to blood, but it won't touch the body.

Obviously able to feel the existence of blood, but actually found that he does not exist, this sense of contradiction and conflict gave everyone a weird feeling.

"The other side?" Hearing this, everyone in the Ice Emperor looked puzzled.

"The real Age of Gods is far more terrifying than what you see." Atobe said quietly.

"It's strange, these bloods are between existence and non-existence. What kind of mental skill is this? It's too unbelievable to be able to accommodate the mental skill of the court, isn't it?" .

"The blood is weird." Oni Jujiro touched the blood on the railing and tried to hold it up with his hand, but the blood immediately passed through his arm as if it had become transparent and fell back to the railing.

"Swastika, Shijie, his skills are really strange."

"Tezuka, are you ready?" The racket in Kandai Lane's hand exuded a charming blood.

"Buzz!" The seamless brilliance on Tezuka's body exploded again, but was instantly swallowed by blood.

Qian: "The brilliance has been swallowed up, and the aura has been completely suppressed. This bloody domain is very strange."

"Crack." Tezuka slapped the tennis ball, and the tennis ball made a crisp sound when it hit the bloody water, causing a large splash of blood. .

Looking around, all eyes are blood red.

"Shua." Tezuka's eyes were focused, and there was no trace of fear in his heart. He threw the ball high and dunked it suddenly.

"Bang." The tennis ball turned into a stream of light and crossed the net, hitting the ground with a large amount of blood, and the blood scattered, revealing Shendailan's extremely calm eyes.

"boom!"

As the racket was swung, the tennis ball was surrounded by blood, and it shot toward Tezuka.

"Tezuka, the tennis here is different." Accompanied by the indifferent voice of Lan Jindai.

"Different?" The tennis ball in Tezuka's pupils was enlarged, and he subconsciously took a step back, predicting where the tennis ball would land, and stepped hard on the bloody water with his foot.

The ground was slightly slippery, which affected the balance of the body.

In order to stabilize the counterattack, the racket face is slightly lowered, the center of gravity is lowered accordingly, and the racket is pulled out hard.

The tennis ball fell into the racket and made a creaking sound, and then the blood surrounding it turned into a sharp knife and stabbed towards Tezuka.

"Tch." Tezuka subconsciously turned his head, but a bloodstain suddenly appeared on his cheek.

"Bang." At the same time, the tennis ball flew towards Shendailan and turned into a sharp sword in the air.

"Tata." Shen Dailan appeared in front of the net in an instant, and when the sharp sword came, the racket intercepted it ahead of time.

"Bang!" The tennis ball turned into a sharp sword instantly pierced through Tezuka's right leg, hit the ground, and flew out of the field with blood.

Tezuka, who was in pain, knelt down on one knee, covering the wound, and there was a bloody hole on his right leg.

The pain made his forehead covered with fine sweat and his body trembled.

"Injured! The minister's leg." Qing Xue's side was boiling, and Takeshi Momoshiro even wanted to turn over and enter the field to stop the game.

"The tennis ball turned into a sword and pierced through the body?!" Irie Kanata and Oni Jujiro even looked like they had seen a ghost, with suspicious life on their faces.

Is this another dimension?

But thinking of other people's different dimensions, this different dimension that turns tennis balls into swords doesn't seem so outrageous, but rather low-key.

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"It's not allowed to play this kind of super-standard tennis in the middle school competition." Irie Kanata said with a smile: "I'm going to be disqualified."

There are strict rules in tennis matches in China, you are not allowed to injure others’ body at will.

This kind of direct penetration technique is too dangerous, the leg will be pierced in just one shot, how many more shots will kill the person directly?

"This classmate, you can't intentionally hurt other people's bodies. You have committed a foul." Sure enough, the referee's expression changed suddenly, and he looked at Shendailan seriously: "I declare, this time."

"Mr. Referee, I suggest you look more clearly." Jindai Lan interrupted the referee's sentence, with a smile on his face.

"I can see clearly, it won't come out. Huh?" The referee looked dissatisfied and turned his head to look, but his expression became astonished.

In sight, Tezuka, who had been pierced through his right leg, had stood up, his right leg was intact, and even the scars on his face had disappeared.

"What's going on here?" The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Everything I saw was too weird.

"The body is not affected at all, but it is more comfortable than ever." Tezuka rubbed his thighs, frowning tightly.

"It's time to continue the game, referee, the score hasn't been announced yet." Shen Dailan smiled lightly.

After hesitating, the referee still chose to call the score.

"Uh, game 4-1, Fudomine Kodairan is leading."

Next is the serve of Jindailan.

"Bang!" Throw the ball, bend your knees, smash!

The tennis ball turned into a sharp sword and hit the ground hard, flying out of the court.

"15-0."

The raised blade directly left a bottomless wound on Tezuka's arm.

"Bang." Tezuka's racket fell to the ground, blood oozing from his arm.

The blood mist on the field was transpiring, and the wound healed in an instant.

With blurred vision, Tezuka's left forearm and previously injured right leg turned into bones.

(End of this chapter)