Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 669 The blood moon and the bright moon complement each other.

"Oh, good!"

Oni Jujiro seemed to be angry at Munuhiko. He stood there holding the racket tightly and stared at Saeki Munuhiko with fierce eyes.

It wasn't until Zongyan returned to the receiving line in the bottom corner without being affected at all that he snorted softly, turned around and walked back.

However, Zongyan, who was half-crouching at the bottom line, felt the changes in Oni Jujiro.

Wisps of dangerous energy emanated from his body.

It seemed that the pressure he felt when he faced off against him on the Cliff of Heart had returned.

This made Zongyan very satisfied. It was this kind of Oni Jujiro that allowed him to transform into a new person.

Oni Jujiro also has a similar mentality.

He went out to travel before, hoping to find another opponent besides Byodoin who would let him release them all.

And now, Saeki Munuhiko can do it.

His whole body was enveloped by the billowing black aura, and a tall and huge figure stepped out from the dark purple-black aura behind him.

Under the billowing moonlight, the silver-white shadow appeared again. At this time, He held a pitch-black knife in his hand. He touched the knife with his left hand and sharpened it with a ray of gold thread.

Zongyan ignored the surging smoke and the mental oppression brought by Oni Jujiro Asura Shinto.

A thick roar came from the ghost's throat, and three figures of Oni Jujiro suddenly appeared on the court.

The half of the field belonging to Oni Jujiro seemed to have turned into an extremely harsh magma world. The world of ghosts and gods was extremely terrifying and looked misty.

This time, Zong Yan's face became extremely solemn.

Saeki Munuhiko's brown eyes lit up and he stepped forward with a sound like a bell.

stomping on...

In an instant, the black light sank, and the bright moon rose again.

"Three Ultimate Shadow Slashes!"

boom!

After tossing the ball, Oni Jujiro still made no extra moves and sent the tennis ball directly.

The moment the ghost appeared, most of the stadium occupied by Zong Yan was cut into half in an instant.

But the black-purple Asura Shinto aura attached to the tennis ball seemed to be even stronger.

Behind Saeki Munuhiko, the mysterious and luxurious silver-white shadow also fell with a sword.

Then, everyone saw the racket in Zongyan's hand passing through blurry light and shadow.

Looking at the incoming ball, the ghost let out a roar.

Then the next step is to defend his authority as a senior.

call out!

The black flames burned blazingly, and a dark battle ax passed through the stadium space, compressing the air in the stadium and directly rolling back the surrounding smoke and dust.

Just like Zongyan's silver shadow, he really stood on the court.

"It seems that there is no gain at all. At least the ghost's Asura Shinto has reached the second stage of the deep level..."

The darkness gradually faded away, and the golden glow disappeared without a trace.

Only in high school, a blood moon hangs high.

In the flickering moonlight, his figure was like an elf in the night, and his silver shadow had already blocked the tennis ball in the blink of an eye.

After making an estimate in his mind, Zong Yan also raised his vigilance and stepped forward. As his figure swayed, Zong Yan came to the corner where the tennis ball fell.

"Well done!"

And the red-rimmed racket in his hand hit three sword lights at the same time with astonishing momentum.

He couldn't hold on for long. The ghost's aura was completely chopped by Zong Yan, and the tennis ball turned into three extremely bright sword lights of different colors and flew back.

The aura and strength he displayed at this time were definitely not as simple as the ordinary second stage.

As soon as his left foot touched the ground, his right hand made a bow and arm stretch backwards.

The blade was so sharp that it plowed three deep scratches directly into the field, hitting the side of Oni Jujiro's backhand.

Oni Jujiro shouted angrily, and saw his feet crossing two steps.

"Well done, I'm just waiting for your shot!"

At this moment, Oni Jujiro's whole body's momentum has been accumulated to the extreme.

boom!

The racket was like a knife, and it hit the tennis ball wrapped in the aura of Oni Jujiro Asura Shinto.

Boom!

An explosion-like concussion sounded, and everyone only heard the loud noise, and then their vision was completely obscured by the thick smoke.

"Go to hell, Munehiko Saeki! Black Tomahawk!"

Majestic, depressing and terrifying!

As Oni Jujiro swung his racket, Oni Shenqiu's strong and solid arms stirred up a burst of air, turning almost the entire court into a flowing whirlpool.

Zong Yan's eyes flashed, and the Oni Jujiro standing in front of him now was definitely not comparable to the Oni Jujiro who had been silent for several years in the original work.

All the power of the ghosts and gods roared straight towards Saeki Munuhiko, as if they were going to tear him apart in the next moment.

His whole body was dark red, he looked up at the sky, his eyes were dyed red by the blood moon.

But Oni Jujiro did not feel relaxed. Instead, his brows furrowed more and more tightly, and his eyes were dyed the color of moonlight at this moment.

There was a bang.

The aura of Asura Shinto belonging to Zong Yan surged out.

In an instant!

The silvery figure behind him waved a huge sword and headed towards the group of faint purple light.

Chi chi chi~

The tennis ball fell into the net, and the tearing tug came from the racket in his hand crazily. However, Zongyan didn't even use the force-relieving technique of shaking his wrists, and fought back completely head-on.

"Combined attack of light and darkness—Light and Dark Ultimate Slash!"

Extremely fierce power spurted out from the muscles of Zongyan's body. In Zongyan's different-dimensional field, the high-hanging moon burst out with astonishing light at this moment.

Because of the powerful release of power, a spiderweb-like crack appeared on the ground under Zongyan's feet.

The tennis ball flying out from his hand directly dyed the space in front of Oni Jujiro white.

A huge gap was cut directly into the different-dimensional domain belonging to Oni Jujiro.

Boom!

The stadium shook, sending smoke and dust into the sky.

"Zong Yan has already achieved such a degree of fusion of light and darkness. With this move of his, the fusion of light and darkness is actually close to perfect. It really cannot be ignored."

Irie Kanata, who was watching the game from the sidelines, spoke solemnly.

"Yes." Shuji Tanejima also nodded.

He didn't want to miss either side of today's game, but seeing Zong Yan's outburst, even a salty fish like him felt a pressure.

"Can I accept such a move with nothing?"

Shuuji Taneshima scratched his head, feeling a little dizzy:

"Today's young people really don't give us any chance to breathe."

Irie Kanata on the side also nodded in agreement.

He had personally felt the power of Zongyan's tennis at that time, although Zongyan's strength at that time was not what it is now.

But just by watching the game on the court, one can see that Zongyan's current strength has improved to a level that he didn't even dare to imagine.

"But if it's a ghost..."

However, Irie hasn't finished speaking yet.

"Ah ho ho~"

Roaring sounds sounded from Oni Jujiro's half.

The strong wind pressure once again dispersed the smoke and dust surrounding the ghost.

Everyone saw Zongyan's counterattack shot. The violent energy directly penetrated the racket in the ghost's hand and hit the protective wall behind it.

There was a loud bang, and a circular hole appeared on the complete protective wall.

But even so, the ghost's wrist firmly resisted the tennis ball struggling in the super sweet spot.

The ghost's roar made his face even more ferocious. The ghosts and gods behind him seemed to be completely integrated with him at this moment. There was no softness in his eyes:

"Whether it's light or dark, or your current fusion of light and darkness, to someone like me who has truly crossed hell...it's nothing!"

"You'd better go to hell! Saeki Munuhiko!!!"

The momentum on the ghost's body swelled again, and the muscles of his arms twisted, and he knocked back the tennis ball that was firmly restrained in the net.

Along with tennis, there is also the sudden surge in the realm of ghosts and gods!

The turbulent purple-black aura rolled and began to fight crazily with Zong Yan's other-dimensional realm.

And with this explosion, Oni Jujiro's different dimension covered the entire stadium in the blink of an eye.

Zongyan's vision changed, and his original dark realm suddenly broke into a dilapidated and desolate hell world.

The sky was dark, the earth was stained with blood, volcanoes and springs were constantly erupting, and everything in front of them was a dark red color.

However, the most frightening and crazy thing is the vast blood moon hanging in the endless sky.

The moment the blood moon appeared, the bright moon behind Zong Yan seemed to feel all this.

The rolling moonlight began to pour towards the silvery shadow behind Zong Yan.

In an instant, the extremely huge 'Saeki Munuhiko' appeared in the dark world, holding a sword and killing towards the world of ghosts and gods.

The blood moon was stimulated and became increasingly red.

The bloody moonlight falls, like the blood flowing in the world.

"Roar!!"

Then, a violent roar resounded throughout the world, and a huge four-armed ghost rushed out of the magma.

Rumble!

The two figures kept fighting, causing the ground to tremble, and the originally damaged world of ghosts and gods cracked into pieces.

And Zong Yan's dark world began to be soaked in blood, and the bright moon had a trace of blood.

Everyone on the sidelines saw such a shocking and incomprehensible sight.

They all held their breath and concentrated.

Even Byodoin Phoenix, who was fighting Tokugawa Kazuya on the other side, seemed to be affected.

His slightly playful eyes moved away from Tokugawa and looked solemnly towards the direction where Zongyan and the ghost were fighting.

"Byodoin, what, do you want to admit defeat and go watch their game?"

Tokugawa's cold voice made Byodoin retract its gaze.

"If you want to do this, I can agree, because I have determined that I am strong enough, too strong!"

Tokugawa's words made the eyes of Byodoin even more mocking:

"Oh, you actually want to row a boat and go out to sea. I'm afraid you haven't seen the cruelty of the world, so I'll help you!"

Tokugawa held the racket tightly, retreated to the baseline, and said coldly:

"I wish you all! Today, I will get back my lost past from you!"

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ps: "Please give me a monthly ticket~"

(End of this chapter)