Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 170 Victory

After realizing that Zong Yan is also a changer like him.

Camus looked at Saeki Sohiko with serious and fiery eyes.

Others are saying that he is deviant and subverts the tradition, but at this time he finally found a similar person like him.

Zong Yan's subversion can be seen through the brilliance of this dark field.

At this moment, Camus found something very similar to himself in Saeki Sohiko.

Zong Yan couldn't comprehend selflessness by himself, and he didn't force it, because he thought that his continuous digging into the darkness would not be weaker than selflessness.

During the time at the dormitory base, especially after the battle with Irie Kanata, he realized that the limitations of the spiritual flames if they could only passively defend were too small.

Fools seek outside, wise men seek within!
Zong Yan is not considered a fool, but he is not considered a wise man either, but he still wants to seek his own self.

After Irie's guidance and inspiration, Zong Yan combined the seamless characteristics of the future as an anchor point to further develop the shadow wave that was born from the combination of the original spiritual power, the path of qi, and the path of darkness.

Finally, a transformation has taken place. Although the radiance of darkness is still very thin now, it also has the confidence to match the brilliance of Tianyi.

Even if the use of the dark field created by Zong Yan is still not as good as the reserved light, the magical functions of the field itself are enough for him.

Based in the field of darkness, it is easier for Zongyan to manipulate spiritual illusions. At the same time, with the help of darkness itself, he can absorb his opponents and strengthen his own characteristics.

Opponents stuck in his dark field for a long time, weakened is inevitable.

And because the field is a further extension of his tentacles of mental power, every ball from the opponent will be slowed down in his eyes.

This is a natural restraint for opponents who embark on the path of extreme speed.

……

boom!
The audience seemed to have misplaced their hearing and hearing. They didn't hear the sound of Saeki Zonghiko's hitting the ball until the tennis ball had disappeared.

Bang bang.

The tennis ball, enveloped in the brilliance of the dark air mass, bounced straight past Tristan's side.

"Team Neon, 15-0!"

This time, the referee quickly announced.

For Tristan's strong serve, Saeki Zonghiko directly and easily completed the return serve and scored.

Tristan's eyes shifted, he glanced at the ball mark in front of him, and then turned his attention to Saeki Zonghiko who was opposite him.

The horror in his eyes could not be concealed, and he, who was mentally sharp, already felt that he was completely surrounded by darkness, leaving only the pure land under his feet.

"Haha, it's a little too early to start panicking now!"

With a smile, Zong Yan regained his dignity.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Tristan walked to the diagonal teeing area.

As a member of the BIG4 team, he showed his strong foundation at this moment. Even if he was directly at a disadvantage, Tristan quickly adjusted his mentality.

And he began to look for a way to break the game. When the tennis ball was thrown up, his movements were still at the same level as they should be, without deformation.

Tristan delivers the ball again.

A ball of hot spiritual light suddenly broke out of the darkness, and the tennis ball was enveloped in brilliant brilliance and cheers, and fell directly into Zongyan's half of the court with a whoosh.

Tristan wanted to make a move, but along with his snapping serve was a constant barrage of dark lights from Saeki.

Zong Yan's footsteps were light, and the entire field of darkness seemed to ripple.

Tristan's entire body seemed to be stuck in the mud, leaving him unable to react for a moment.

boom!
Once again, the sound of hitting the ball sounded like an audio-visual mismatch, and the tennis ball once again broke through Tristan's bottom line.

Scored another serve, 30-0.

"It's a unique and dangerous path to tennis. It's worthy of you, Zongyan!"

In the neon rest area, Irie Kanata, who was watching Zong Yan's growth step by step, praised him sincerely.

"Hey, it's really good that this kid can do this!"

At this time, Byodoin's frown finally relaxed.

……

"Munehiko Saeki, do you think you can win me, delusion!"

Under the constant erosion of darkness, Tristan's spirit also began to be affected. At this time, his eyes were full of tyranny and fierceness, like a wild beast about to go mad.

The breath on his body became more and more dangerous.

"Oh? He is indeed the future main force of the French team, and he can still persevere with his will."

Although he spoke words of praise, Zong Yan's eyes were like a bottomless pool.

Tristan stood in his field, exposing everything to Zongyan.

All his actions at this time, there is no secret at all.

"Oh, persistence is ultimately illusory, only darkness is eternal!"

As Zong Yan's cold words fell, his figure seemed to dim again, and then like a chain reaction, the rich dark light changed the way of disorderly diffusion.

As if they had received a command, they all swarmed towards Tristan.

Pollution, erosion, assimilation, illusion...

boom!
"game. Neon team, 2-0."

……

boom!
"Game, Neon Team, 4-0."

Bang!
The confrontation continued, Tristan did not give up, and Zongyan continued to try new uses of the field.

As Zong Yan ran and walked, monstrous black flames rose from the sky, his eyes were as calm as water and as dark as an abyss.

Where Zong Yan stands is like a bottomless abyss, a black hole that absorbs everything.

Overbearing and wild, it swallows up all sight and speculation, and wipes out all spirit and prying eyes.

The most terrifying thing is that as the game progresses, Zongyan's dark eyes are flashing with little scarlet eyes.

His figure seemed to be hidden between the darkness and the sunlight, only revealing his Shura-like blood-red eyes, which made people feel frightened.

"This neon kid actually pushed Yami to this level!"

"He is a great enemy in the future!"

When Zong Yan began to show his own path and strength, many representatives from various countries in the audience looked sideways at him, regarding him as a future enemy.

At the same time, many people who knew their respective details glanced at the Swiss team's position.

"Heh, the path of darkness is completely different from mine, I really want to fight with him!"

As Zong Yan showed his strength, Amadeus' eyes, who were already very interested in him, became brighter and brighter.

It seemed that he was attracted by Zong Yan's dark power, and at this time, his whole body was constantly exuding a dark aura.

"Amadeus, is your heart itchy? You are no longer alone at last. Although the way of practicing the road is different from yours on this neon first day of junior high school, the essence is actually the same as yours!" The Swiss team captain and captain beside him The professional player, aware of Amadeus' turbulent emotions, couldn't help joking.

"Yes, captain, our paths are not exactly the same, but he is a great reference for me."

Retracting the dim light that escaped from his body, Amadis opened his eyes and shook his head, then closed his eyes again, seeming to be sensing with his mental power.

After a while, he solemnly replied: "His darkness is not as silent as mine, and my darkness is not as weird and destructive as his..."

As a different practitioner of the same path, Amadeus sees far deeper than others.

……

On the court, a ray of black light began to cross, blocking Zongyan in layers.

Swish!
Tennis has broken through obstacles, and its power has been greatly reduced.

Boom!
However, the tennis ball still made a dull sound on the clay court when it hit the ground, but the speed of the ball had dropped compared to the beginning.

The weakening of the speed path in Munuhiko's field has begun to appear.

The weaker members of the Neon team watching the game could barely see tennis.

Tatata!
Zong Yan's face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see his expression clearly, but his steps were fast, and he appeared behind the tennis ball within a few steps.

He stretched his arm and swung the black-red racket toward a position in the air, slicing through the spiritual light that enveloped the tennis ball.

Then he swung the racket in his hand, and the black and purple light completely enveloped the entire racket.

Hit hard when the tennis ball bounces to its highest point.

Bang!
There was a sound of hitting the ball so dull that only Zong Yan could hear it, and the tennis ball flew towards Tristan's half court without any intention of stopping.

"Ahh! I won't let you score so easily again, Saeki Munehiko!"

On the other side of the court, Tristan, who was constantly wrapped in darkness and extreme emotions, also completely broke out.

He already felt that his condition had started to deteriorate, and there was no chance of winning if he dragged on, so he planned to try again.

Tristan's figure was like a stream of light, and his speed was accelerated to the extreme.

A dozen figures suddenly appeared in the entire field, filling half of his field.

"The final explosion? Or has the limit been exceeded? It has touched the extreme realm of speed..."

Kaji Futa, who is also on the path of extreme speed, exclaimed at this time, the realm that Tristan showed at this time is the field he has been pursuing.

"It's a pity, Zong Yan's dark field can restrain the opponent extremely, otherwise he should be able to do more..."

"Got it..."

"it is good!"

Different from the comments from the Neon team, everyone in the French team was refreshed. Tristan has been suppressed for too long and has lost several points in a row.
They had thought Tristan had dropped the inning.

Unexpectedly, at the last ball, he found a way to break Saeki Sohiko's Dark Glory Tennis.

laugh!
Chi Chi!

The ball that Tristan hit back, with astonishing brilliance, flew into Zong Yan's half court and collided violently with the ubiquitous dark light.

Like water dripping from an oil pan, red-hot iron meets ice, leaving a wisp of smoke on the ground after they fall to the ground.

"France score, 15-15."

……

After a few more goals, Tristan broke out with amazing strength.

Bang!
"game, France, 1-5."

Looking at Tristan who was panting crazily across from him, Zongyan's eyes moved slightly. He didn't expect that the other party could persist for so long and could do this under the erosion of darkness.

It has to be said that to become the main force of France in the future, its strength should not be underestimated.

It's a pity that the other party broke out too late...

Tristan's five-dimensional attributes have appeared in his mind. Such a five-dimensional sum of 25 points is actually no worse than Zongyan, or even stronger.

but.

The game is not all about victory or defeat in the five dimensions.

Tristan lost the first hand and fell into the trap woven by Zongyan.

Today's resistance is just a reflection of the past. The more fierce the opponent's struggle, the faster he will sink.

"It's a genius! But this round is over!"

With the help of the constant erosion of the dark light, Zongyan took steps, twisted his right ankle quickly, and came to the net very relaxedly.

As he jumped, his slender arms started to dance with the racket, and he knocked back Tristan's return ball with a backhand blow.

Bah!
The tennis ball fell from the smash and flew out directly from the boundary of the front court.

"Game, the Neon team won, the score is 6-3!"

……

After a short rest, the second game began. After leaving the Dark Field, Tristan's spirit seemed to have recovered a lot.

However, only Zongyan knew that if the influence of darkness was so easy to eliminate, it would not be worth his while studying it for so long.

Swish!
Tristan serves again.

Throw the ball, jump.

boom!
With a crisp sound, the tennis ball flew towards Zong Yan again.

The dark field spread out again. Looking at the incoming ball, Zong Yan's quiet eyes showed a little bit of gray light. In the dark color as black as paint, the layers of light and shadow also spread with the tennis ball.

With the entire previous round of foreshadowing and weakening, even if Tristan's mental strength is on par with Zongyan's, he is already at the end of his strength.

Psychic illusion.

Dreams full of branches... night ballads!

"Detonate... Tristan, sink in endless darkness and dreams..."

"Oh!"

A dark shadow quickly swept away from Zongyan's half.

The tennis ball passed Tristan's feet, as if a switch was touched, and countless illusions exploded in his mind. He was stunned for a moment, and then fell straight down.

……

"The French team Tristan has lost the ability to compete again. This game is won by the Neon team!"

"Group C, the third round of knockout singles match, the Neon team won with a record of 2 wins and 2 losses, and the total score was tied at [-]-[-]."

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ps: "Delete, delete, delete, let's make it into a chapter, ask for a monthly ticket"

(End of this chapter)