Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 690 Tokugawa’s Asura
Compared to the secret pity felt by everyone in the Neon Team, other people who had a deep understanding of Polk didn't think so.

Even Polk, his opponent, had a look of surprise on his iceberg-like face.

If the return of the first ball was a coincidence, and the ball was returned purely for the sake of return, Polk could not care.

But for the second ball, Zongyan hit back again, and it was still from the same distance.

Then wouldn't it mean
"Frankensteiner, watch your opponent's serve!"

Polk began to trade places with Frankensteiner, taking a position in the middle of the field.

"Tokugawa, stay in shape, I believe we can do it!"

When the positions were exchanged, Zongyan also gave Tokugawa confidence.

Da. da. snap.

Zongyan tapped the tennis ball, and streams of air gathered around him again, and a strong breath was bursting out from his body.

However, the game has reached this point, and he has nothing to fear.

And his whirlpool baptism has already been tempered by him into his regular weapon.

shuh...

As Zongyan set off a wave, the vortex regenerated, and carried all the power of Zongyan's serve towards Zongyan's half.

With Zongyan's body as a junior high school student, no matter how strong it is, it will be too much for a long time.

Then he bent his arms and knees, stepped on the soles of his feet, and his tense body jumped upwards. Amidst the water vapor, a huge air mass directly pushed Frankensteiner out of the bottom line.

This is the gap between him and Saeki Munuhiko.

It was only then that everyone looked attentively, looking at the racket in Polk's hand. The tennis ball played by Zong Yan was violently tearing at his racket net.

The intense oppression shocked the bystanders on the sidelines even more than the ordinary situation before.

A collision that sounded almost simultaneously appeared in the ears of the audience.

Without even looking at Frankensteiner's position opposite him, Zongyan's palm was completely enveloped by the azure air flow.

Swish!
He raised his hand and sent the tennis ball upward.

The tennis ball was thrown up again, and the next moment, there was a huge wave of air.

Polk's expression remained unchanged and he returned the favor as usual, but this time the move was no longer as quiet as before.

"Baptism of the whirlpool!"

Boom!
The referee judged that the ball was valid through replay and then announced:
"ACE, serve, 15-15."

Boom!

Zongyan held his breath and silently walked to the right service line. Looking at Polk who was standing on the receiving baseline opposite him, the muscles that had just relaxed slightly became tense again.

Polk knew very well that Zongyan's move just now must have put a huge strain on his wrist.

The water spreads in all directions, and the whirlpool swallows everything.

Zongyan tied the score scored by Polk again.

He doesn't need to expose too much at all to achieve continuous suppression.

Zongyan frowned, feeling the vague pain in his wrist. Zongyan immediately understood what Polk was thinking.

He couldn't delay it any longer. Since Polk was steady, his attack would be more violent.

"Get ready to experience the tennis of the neon alternate dimension! Polk!!"

Zongyan's eyes were as sharp as swords, and he looked straight ahead, but the words in his mouth made Polk and Frankensteiner's expressions become solemn instantly.

Buzz!

A bright moon rose, and Polk and Frankensteiner were instantly dragged into Zong Yan's different-dimensional space.

"This is!"

Polk and Frankensteiner watched as the court beneath their feet and the space around them disappeared instantly, and their hearts tightened.

Looking around, there is endless darkness.

They seemed to be stepping on the waves of a sea of ​​darkness, and they were enveloped in the surging darkness and negative emotions.

碜！
Another clear sound of the blade cutting through the scabbard rang in their ears, and the sharp edge made their hair stand on end. 'Saeki Munuhiko' pulled out the sword in his hand, and the bright moon hidden in the darkness showed its traces again.

With the help of the bright moonlight falling and cutting through the sky, Polk and Frankensteiner saw the figure that seemed to be suspended in mid-air.

The master of this dark world!
"What kind of weird thing is this? This guy who is a junior high school student like me is a monster!"

Feeling this extreme danger and a system that was completely different from the education he had received since childhood, Frankensteiner couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Opposite them, a guy covered in bright white silver, dressed in gorgeous clothes, whose appearance was very similar to Saeki Munuhiko, and holding a platinum-colored sword, was looking down at them.

If it weren't for the fact that the opponent was floating strangely in the air, with his eyes closed tightly, and his body was constantly burning with golden and purple-black flames, Frankensteiner might not be so scared.

The silver-white figure is full of divinity, and the knife in his hand looks like a sharp weapon of the gods against the backdrop of the dark night and the bright moon.

Like a god or a devil!

Such an image, for the religious Frankensteiner, was like seeing faith.

But the movement of the silver figure that followed made Frankensteiner wake up from this stupor as if he had lost his faith.

Whoosh!
The silver-white figure swooped down from the sky, and the knife in his hand stabbed Polk's shoulder.

With that extremely cold light, even Frankensteiner, who was not within the range of Zongyan's active attack, felt a stinging sense of fragmentation.

Compared to Frankensteiner, Polk's response was much calmer.

Although this completely different path surprised him, Polk still sensed danger.

Even though he knew it was an illusion, a drop of cold sweat still slipped from Polk's nose.

Polk ducked to avoid it, and the knife passed over his shoulder and pierced the black jacket he was wearing.

His skin and flesh could even feel the chill coming from the knife.

'Munehiko Saeki' turned his stabbing into a slash. Polk used small steps to dodge, and the sharp knife slashed from his side.

Cut the black uniform on the abdomen into four pieces again.

Seeing his commander being attacked repeatedly by this 'god', Frankensteiner couldn't sit still.

He looked left and right, and there seemed to be nothing around him except endless darkness.

Then, Frankensteiner walked in the direction of Polk, and his footsteps seemed to hit a sharp stone knife.

He squatted down to pick it up, and then rushed towards the back of 'Saeki Munuhiko'.

Suddenly, another strong wind came.

Frankensteiner turned around and saw another figure suddenly breaking into the darkness.

Compared to the divine will of 'Saeki Munuhiko', this figure is much more terrifying.

The purple-black aura all over his body rolled violently, just like the shadow of the great protector in the temple.

He has three heads and six arms.

On her head is a cherry-red hydrangea hat, with three jade branches in the shape of dragons sticking up from the brim.

The shadow has a solemn appearance, and there is a circle of light behind its head made of three groups of flames intertwined.

The flames stacked like auspicious clouds, forming a triangular opposition.

"Tokugawa has finally fully entered the Asura Shinto!"

"This image looks like that of Ghost Senior!"

Although the Neon Team generals outside the field were not completely aware of the situation in the field, Tokugawa wanted to join the battle.

But the forcibly opened different-dimensional realm was still visible to everyone.

After Tokugawa opened the Asura Shinto, Munuhiko instantly sensed it and incorporated it into his own domain very smoothly.

It is precisely because of this that everyone in the Neon Team also saw the fleeting battle.

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ps: "Please give me a monthly ticket~"

(End of this chapter)