Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 163 Ghost, I am at the top, waiting for you

"Here it is, Xiejie!" The moment he saw the black rope Tianju Mingwang, Oni Jujiro tightened his grip on the racket, and his breathing became even more messy for a moment.

In the previous battle watching, he had seen Shendailan use the swastika, and the weird sea of ​​blood was vividly remembered.

But now, the swastika used by Shendailan is completely different from the blood sea before.

If the sea of ​​blood is full of weird and tyrannical atmosphere.

Then the current swastika is powerful and tyrannical enough to crush everything.

"Is he a powerful tennis player?" This idea flashed in Oni Jujiro's mind, but he was quickly denied by himself.

The technology displayed by Shendailan is also undoubtedly powerful.

This kind of player is called an all-rounder.

"Ka Ka Ka." King Tian Scourge stood up, towering into the clouds, with thick legs, and the Zanpakutao in his arm slashed out horizontally.

"Boom!" A crack instantly appeared on the ground, and the rolled up airflow swallowed the incoming tennis ball.

"It's terrifying. Such power can destroy the tennis court, right?" Tachibana and Chitose stretched out their hands to block the swirling wind and sand in the court, their expressions changed.

At the same time, there was a trace of bitterness in their hearts.

If Jindai Lan used such power to match them, one ball could kill them.

Such a gap is too difficult to catch up.

"Oh, this swastika is very direct and violent. It's different from other swastikas. It's a pity that this tennis court should be renovated in the future. It's all money." Nanjiro put on his sunglasses and said in a frivolous tone road.

Following the offensive of King Mingming, the wind blew up, the earth shook, and everyone couldn't control the balance of their bodies.

"That coach." However, Irie Kanata noticed that Nanjiro was standing steadily in the strong wind, and his hands didn't even need to grab the railing to stabilize his body.

He immediately understood that Nanjiro was not a simple coach.

Fudo Peak, what a mystery.

Irijiang Zuodo withdrew his gaze and looked at the field again.

"Tch." The tennis ball rolled up a large piece of rubble and swept towards Oni Jujiro, and a not-so-shallow trace was brought out on the ground below.

In front of the tennis ball that was about to hit, Oni Jujiro's teeth trembled and his face was blown by the strong wind with a ferocious expression.

"This ball, I can't catch it!" He felt that his breathing was stagnant, and his pupils reflected the tennis ball like a bomb.

Do you just give up?

Of course not.

I can promise everyone that I want to become the NO.1 tennis player of Neon!
"Oni Jujiro, why do you play tennis?! To you, what is tennis?" Jindai Lan's voice pierced through all the noises and reached Oni Jujiro's ears, exploding like thunder.

"For me. Tennis is a promise." Oni Jujiro stepped out with his left foot, firmly grasped the ground, turned sideways, pulled his right arm behind him, and his arm muscles bulged.

"Really? Are you playing tennis for someone else?"

"No!"

Scenes from past training and games came to mind.

At that time, the sky was blue and tennis was pure.

It turns out that I have lost so much without knowing it.

Oni Jujiro's body shook.

Oni Jujiro's eyes widened, bloodshot all over, he roared hoarsely:
"I really like playing tennis! I want to become the No. 1 tennis player of Neon!" After saying that, a dazzling light enveloped Oni Jujiro.

Everyone was shocked: "Seamless?! He actually understood the seamlessness?!"

In just one week, they witnessed two seamless births.

"He looks so fierce, but does he love tennis so much in his heart?" Oishi Shuichiro showed a complex expression: "Obviously he already has the strength that is far beyond our reach, but he still loves tennis more than we do."

"Don't underestimate yourself, Oishi, I can feel everyone's love for tennis. We can stand here and watch their games, which is enough to represent our heart for tennis." Tezuka Kunimitsu said in a deep voice.

"That's right, we will continue to play tennis, keep playing, and enter the national competition!" Takeshi Momoshiro cheered.

"Young people nowadays are really amazing. Breaking through their own limits, when they have a clearer understanding of their own strength and weakness, their whole body is wrapped in a seamless radiance, the radiance of fortitude born because of someone." Nan Nan Jiro put away his usual playful attitude, and said to himself seriously.

"Who the hell is this man? Why does he know so much about Tianyi Seamless?" Irie Kouta frowned, thinking in his heart.

Feel the weakness, accept your weakness, break your weakness.

When you face your own fragility, let your strength overcome your weakness, and completely release the pure love of tennis, then you will be enveloped by the brilliance of fortitude.

"Kindai!!" Oni Jujiro's hair stood on end, a sincere and pure smile appeared on his face, and the phantom of ghosts and gods behind him also became more gazing, completely attached to his arms.

"Playing with you. It's really fun!"

Oni Jujiro's arm muscles bulged, and he swung his arms out. When he swung the racket, ghosts and ghosts shrouded him.

At that moment, he turned into a ghost and god, holding a long knife, and slashed at the attacking tennis ball with all his strength.

"Bang!" With a loud noise like a cannonball, the purple-black light flashed away.

"Boom!" The ground under Oni Jujiro's feet cracked, and his body sank 2 centimeters. At the same time, a tennis ball flashed in front of Jindai Lan.

"Chi Chi." The net has been completely torn by the airflow and power brought by the tennis ball, and it hangs on the edge of the two pillars.

With the blessing of ghosts and gods in different dimensions and seamless clothes, the power of this ball can't be underestimated even by Shendai Lan.

"Oni Jujiro, let me experience the seamlessness of clothes and the supernatural dimension!" The phantom behind Lan Jindai soared, and there was hot emotion in Lan Jindai's eyes.

Except for Nanjiro, no tennis player has ever been able to put him under a little pressure.

Now, Oni Jujiro has done it.

The full force of the different dimension and the seamlessness of the explosion made his body have a blood-boiling urge.

"Gah." King Ming Ming raised his arm high, and swept out the big knife in his hand.

"Bang." As the big knife and the tennis ball collided, a strong airflow swept out.

"Boom." The air wave hit the barbed wire fence, shaking the bodies of everyone watching the battle behind.

"Ah!!!" Oni Jujiro ran with all his strength, stomping on the ground with his left foot, clapping with both hands, completely pressing his center of gravity on his hands.

In order to fulfill the promise, for the tennis I love, I will not back down!
I must hit this ball back!
"Black Jack knife!" Oni Jujiro jumped up, turning his body 360 degrees, and the tennis racket was firmly imprinted on the tennis ball.

Tennis is like a train, making Jujiro Oni's wrist tremble wildly, and he returns the ball in a roar.

"Oni Jujiro! Don't hesitate to move forward and become Neon's No.1 tennis player. I am waiting for your challenge at the top!" Shendai's blue eyes burst into light, and his voice echoed in the audience.

"Om!" The endless air flow rushed towards Shendai Lan, and the armor of the phantom behind him suddenly burst, revealing a warrior with a pair of horns on his head, a fierce face, and a huge black rope tied around his body.

His pupils are like raging fire, and his body is like a ghost.

Abandoning one's own heavy armor, exposing the defenseless body, but at the same time, it will also carry the madness of a desperate fight.

"Swastika Jie · Black Rope Heaven's Scourge King Ming · Broken Armor Rope Clothes."

(End of this chapter)