Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 139 Breaking Through the Spiritual Field
on the field!
Zongyan has regained consciousness and is still struggling with his will. He is on a spiritual path and his mental strength is not weak.

It's just that the positive feedback of joy and joy before interfered with him. When he noticed that the darkness had completely weakened, he immediately realized that he had fallen into the opponent's field.

However, Irie Kanata's spiritual power is stronger than his, and it is extremely difficult for him to get rid of it.

At this moment, he 'sees' that Irie Soto invites him to a wonderful 'performance', and his resistance becomes stronger.

"Damn it, who wants to perform on stage with you!"

"Are you kidding! Get out of my spiritual world!"

In the constant mental confrontation, Zongyan struggled to hold on to the last glimmer of clarity. He didn't want to respond to Irie Kanata's invitation at all.

Feeling the ball in his hands, he doesn't care what is shown in front of his eyes, and he doesn't care about the completely disappearing stadium in front of him.

boom!
Zong Yan still relied on his body memory to hit his most familiar serve again.

He still believes in his own experience and muscle memory.

Although the net is gone and the court is gone, Zong Yan believes that the years of tennis training and hard work will not let him down.

However, Irie Kanata's voice came from his ear again.

"Saeki-kun is really determined, but the net still hangs! Wrong serve!"

Zongyan ignored Irie Kanata's voice and continued to serve.

"Hanging the net! Double fault!"

"Game, Irie Kanata, 3-2."

……

"Hanging the net! Missed the ball!"

"Game, Irie Kanata, 4:2."

"Saeki-kun, do you still want to fight? Or finish the show with me?"

Irie's smiling voice reached Zong Yan's ears again.

"Irie Kanata, are you kidding me!!!"

This kind of game being played on caused the negative emotions in Zong Yan's heart to surge again, not only the anger towards Irie, but also the anger towards himself!
After the words fell, Irie once again felt the surging spiritual power coming from the opposite side of the court.

Seeing this scene, the smile on Irie's lips became even thicker.

It had been a long time since he had met such an interesting first-year junior high school freshman who could actually make him feel like fighting.

Behind Irie Kanata, a group of silver-white spiritual power continued to expand, turning into countless silk threads, which were linked to Zonghiko's spiritual world through Saeki Zonghiko's dark tentacles.

At this point, Munehiko finally gets to see Irie Kanata's true tennis skills!
At this time, the game was completely out of Saeki Zonghiko's control, and now he appeared on the stage...

Zongyan himself is like a manipulated puppet, a clown performing to his heart's content on a stage set up by Irie Kanto.

However, Zongyan's strong spiritual will prevented him from sinking.

This is equivalent to a person who is dreaming. He clearly knows that he is dreaming, but he just can't wake up.

After his will "awakened", Zongyan always wanted to get rid of it, but his heart was completely wrapped in these happy emotions belonging to Irie.

Under the constant resistance, his physical strength was exhausted.

"Saeki-kun, what's wrong with being happy? Why resist him?"

While controlling Zong Yan's performance, Irie is still trying to break Zong Yan's insistence: "Isn't the most beautiful thing in the world a stage play? Let's perform a beautiful performance together!"

"Ahhh...get off...this is not my true happiness, not the happiness I want..."

"I don't want to act either!"

Bang!
Irie narrowed his eyes and smiled, then hit hard again, and the tennis ball flew towards Zongyan's feet.

"what!!!"

The remaining weak and scattered mental power was once again forcibly condensed by his will, and Zong Yan regained control of his body for a moment, his eyes were extremely cold.

Without dodging or dodging, he directly controlled his body and hit the tennis ball.

Bang!
There was a muffled sound.

The tennis ball that Irie fought back vigorously hit Saeki Sohiko's forehead hard.

"Humph……"

His vision went dark, and Zong Yan's body instantly fell backwards.

Pfft!
His hair, which had already been soaked in sweat, was stained with a lot of dust after falling to the ground, and almost all the white hair was dyed gray.

A tennis ball mark clearly appeared on Saeki Munuhiko's forehead.

The severe pain and the shame of being played by others finally suppressed those joyful emotions forcibly.

Zongyan struggled to stand up, breathing heavily.

Under the double stimulus of pain and shame, he finally got rid of it.

"It actually got rid of..."

Irie's round glasses flashed with white light, and then he said with a smile: "As expected of Saeki-kun, but it's already 30-0."

The game has come to Irie's match point.

However, Zong Yan didn't pay attention to these things at this time. After regaining control of his body, he no longer had the game in his eyes.

He didn't care about the competition at all, only the endless anger in his heart remained.

Anger at myself.

Because of his arrogance, especially after combining darkness and spiritual power to develop new tricks.

When he didn't have a clear understanding of the opponent's ability, he recklessly used his habitual game style.Taking the lead in exposing his own shortcomings, allowing himself to be used by his opponents, he did not find out that he had already fallen into the trap set by Jiang Zuoduo for four rounds.

However, the anger did not overwhelm Zong Yan's rationality. Compared with anger, what he wants to do now is to prove himself.

Even a ball is fine!
He silently walked towards the baseline of receiving the serve. The whites in his pupils had completely disappeared and were completely filled with darkness. His whole person exuded an extremely dangerous aura.

"Oh, it seems that I have gone too far..."

Although Irijiang Zuata was smiling all the time, he was already vigilant in his heart.

Bang!
Another quick serve, and then his figure quickly rushed to the net.

At this moment, Zongyan did not make the usual movements to catch the ball. He stared at Irie Kanata with his dark eyes and took one step forward.

Whoa!

Saeki Zonghiko clapped with his right hand, and the dark breath surged, and the dark light group behind him that was finally condensed by him all converged towards his left and right hands at this moment.

He held his left hand in front of his chest, and the remaining mental power gathered crazily, bursting out a group of purple-black fireworks in his palm, and the purple-black flame devoured all the surrounding light.

The flame in the palm also continued to expand with the absorption, covering his entire arm, and then following Zong Yan's arm.

Shadow instantly covered Zongyan's body.

A hair-raising depressive aura escaped from him and spread around the court, a cold and sharp glint flashed across his eyes.

"Is this sharp feeling going to use some trick?"

Of course, Saeki Sohiko's changes couldn't be hidden from Irie.

He has seen many powerful opponents in the previous junior high school competitions and even in the current expedition competition, but it is the first time he has seen someone like Saeki Zonghiko in front of him who gives people an extremely sharp feeling. arrive.

Suddenly, he saw that the racket in Saeki Munuhiko's hand seemed to change under the gathering of dark light. The racket continued to lengthen and turned into a pitch-black knife.

The streaks of purple awns that kept wandering around the black knife always gave him a chill on his neck.

Boom!
Zongyan's body was slightly arched, his knees were slightly bent, and he stepped forward with the soles of his feet!
Irie Kanata's serve was like mercury pouring down the ground, and in the blink of an eye it spread all over the Saeki Munuhiko Stadium.

Zong Yan turned his eyes and saw the path of the ball clearly, and the breath in his body became deeper and deeper.

step~
His body straddled and flashed, and his highly concentrated mental power made him temporarily ignore the interference of Irie's mental power, and blocked a certain part of the hair extension line with incomparable accuracy.

Swish!
Holding a black knife in his hand, Zong Yan raised his arm and slashed from top to bottom without the slightest hesitation.

The next moment, Zong Yan's cold voice echoed throughout the stadium.

"Shadow Slashing Flower Burial!"

Clang!

boom!
At this moment, everyone's thinking, including those watching the battle on the monitor, paused for a short while.

This is an absolute speed that is difficult for them to perceive.

The tennis ball flew back instantly and turned into a thick black thread, like a streak of speeding light, stirring up the extreme darkness.

The extreme darkness will block all erosion in front, and at this moment the sky above the entire stadium seems to be a little darker.

In Irie's sight, a piece of the spiritual stage that he originally built with his mental power was suddenly erased.

In the pure and white spiritual world, it was suddenly divided into two by a black line.

And the missing parts turned into black petals falling down...

The extremely condensed black silk thread is the sharp edge that Saeki Zonghiko held the black blade forcibly.

Tennis carries rich darkness and extreme destructive power.

The blade cut through the air and cut through the space.

The cold and pure darkness distorted the spiritual world constructed by Irie Sudo into a mess.

The gorgeous and exquisite opera stage was also forcibly cut open at this moment.

"It's actually possible to do this!"

The powerful mental power made Irie Soodo instantly exempt from Zong Yan's mental influence.

But the moment he regained his consciousness, the smile on the corner of his mouth hadn't been put away, and the malicious black silk thread had already cut through the space of the court.

A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he was also unable to avoid this ball!

"Aha!"

Irie Kanata's complexion changed for the first time, becoming a little hideous.

He raised the racket in his hands with both hands and blocked it in front of him, hoping to block Zongyan's tennis ball.

Whoosh! !

Black light roared past.

Irie Kanata felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

In the next instant, he was knocked back four or five steps, and his back hit the iron net behind him.

Bang dong!

The grinding sound that made people feel sour continued to sound. Zong Yan gave tennis the ultimate destructive power, tearing apart Irie's racket and plunging heavily into the iron net.

The iron net was also deeply dented, and the tennis ball was heavily embedded in it, constantly emitting blue smoke.

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　This chapter has been modified and revised. It was originally two chapters. The plan is to upgrade the protagonist to a level, but I am not satisfied with it later, and many extreme breakthrough states have been deleted. I think this is the case at this stage, and that state will be placed later. talk later.

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