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The next moment.

Kamishiro Reiji subconsciously raised his hand and touched his cheek.

A touch of moist warmth came over him.

Putting his hand down and looking, a touch of bright red came into his eyes.

"So fast!"

He frowned slightly, staring at Kitagawa across from him.

Even though Kamishiro Reiji was extremely angry and jealous, he became a little serious at this moment.

You know.

A tennis ball itself is a spherical object.

If you want it to cut the skin, the ball speed must be extremely fast to do it.

In addition, the opponent not only saw through his phantom style of play, but also showed such a fast ball.

His strength is obvious!

"Huh..."

After a long breath of turbid air.

Kamishiro Reiji made preparations for serving again.

No doubt.

He also understood that he was too impatient and deliberate just now.

After slightly calming down the waves in his heart.

Reiji Kamishiro threw the tennis ball directly into the air.

His eyes fixed, and he swung the racket in his hand as before.

Bang!

The tennis ball flew out of the racket.

It was the same as before, both in terms of speed and path.

"Senior is really stubborn~!"

Looking at Reiji Kamishiro, Kitagawa shook his head expressionlessly.

The moment the words fell.

He also completed the return.

When he looked again.

The tennis ball, as before, rubbed Reiji Kamishiro's cheek and bounced out of bounds.

A touch of bright red splashed in the air.

It seemed to be telling the contempt from the devil.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

"So fast! And every move is so perfect and perfect, it's just like a textbook counterattack!"

"Is this singles player of the Chengcheng Shonan team a blockhead?"

"Let's not talk about that inexplicably gloomy guy. Who in the Japanese junior high school tennis world can reach the level of Kitagawa in the first year of junior high school?"

"..."

In an instant.

The crowd watching the scene immediately took a breath of cold air, and then began to talk.

Even the evaluation of Kitagawa soared.

However.

Before the wave of uproar subsided.

The referee on the court had already blew the whistle again.

And this is not the end, not even the beginning.

It only took a few minutes.

Kitagawa easily won the serve of Kamishiro Reiji.

1-0!

"......"

Pursing his lips, Kamishiro Reiji's eyes became more gloomy.

After taking a deep look at Kitagawa.

Then he walked to the receiving position in silence.

The Shonan team of Josei.

"The ball speed is at least 210KM/H..."

"Is this the Hinata that Coach Hanamura wants?"

Originally, the remaining players were still full of jealousy and sadness.

But when they saw Kitagawa's five goals with their own eyes.

The original jealousy gradually faded.

Replaced by sadness.

A first-year junior high school student, with a perfect foundation, super fast ball speed, and outrageous insight.

Just this superficial talent is enough to beat all of them.

"Kitagawa~!"

After a short silence.

An extremely melodious and sharp shout suddenly echoed on the court.

"Kitagawa!"

"Kitagawa!"

"Kitagawa!"

Then.

One voice after another joined in, gathering into a frenzy.

In a moment.

This wave of enthusiasm swept the entire Green Forest Tennis Park.

For a moment, even the other courts were stunned and shocked.

Some people even turned their heads and gathered towards Court A.

And at this moment.

On the court.

After walking to the serving position, Kitagawa chuckled.

"Senior, wake up."

"You are now facing the tennis director and coach of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School, who has won the Kanto Championship for 15 consecutive years and the National Championship for two consecutive years!"

Then.

Kitagawa tilted his head and looked at Aoi Hanamura on the bench of the Josei Shonan team.

"If you cross the baseline--"

"You will face destruction!"

Indeed.

Aoi Hanamura is more capable than Sumire Ryuzaki.

But at the same time, if you don't treat students as living people, but only as works of art.

In the end, you may not even be as good as Ryuzaki Sumire.

Well, Ryuzaki Sumire is so unlucky.

You know.

Whether it is the state of no self or the way of Ashura Shinto.

It is essentially a transformation of the mind and spirit.

A person withoutThe empty shell of the mind and spirit, even if it is strengthened to the limit, cannot create amazing talents.

To put it bluntly.

Hanamura Aoi is suitable for beginners to get in touch with tennis, and Ryuzaki Sumire is suitable for changing careers.

The next moment.

Kamishiro Reiji's eyes seemed to have set off endless violence.

After all, Kitagawa's implication was to warn Kamishiro Aoi.

For him who has always had a crush on her, this is tantamount to stepping on the thunder point accurately.

"Then let's see who will be destroyed!!!"

In an instant.

A breath like madness burst out from Kamishiro Reiji's body.

The whole person is like a demon.

"Don't get me wrong."

"I just want to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

"After all, this is very important for my companions."

Kitagawa really wanted to roll his eyes.

He wanted to absorb brilliant talents, but it doesn't mean he is willing to eat chaff.

He didn't start with full firepower, but just wanted to explain.

But now the other party is getting aggressive.

This is intolerable!

"And you, senior."

"It's time to bear my anger!"

The moment the voice fell.

Beichuan's eyes became particularly sharp.

The whole person was filled with an indescribable vast aura.

In an instant.

The terrifying pressure fell directly on Kamishiro Reiji.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

The other party was oppressed and gradually bent down.

At the same time.

Waves of dust and smoke gradually rose around Beichuan.

Indistinctly, a figure walked slowly from it.

A pair of eyes flashed red, silver-white armor stained with blood, a long sword with a cold light, soul-stirring footsteps, and the wailing of endless wandering souls.

Rippling...

It was like the sound of a sword.

A touch of clear light suddenly appeared.

"Another dimension - Gravekeeper!"

Under Kitagawa's emotionless voice.

In Reiji Kamishiro's eyes, a huge figure that made him tremble was reflected.

[The soul that escapes should be killed! ]

It was as if the voice of the netherworld was slowly coming.

A long sword with a cold light directly pierced Reiji Kamishiro.

Then.

The long sword seemed to nail him to the ground.

The huge figure turned into a puff of dust and dispersed with the wind.

Boom! ! !

Plop!

Chi Chi...

Pah...

Everything seemed to have never happened, as the tennis ball appeared again.

On Reiji Kamishiro's chest, a tennis ball fell to the ground weakly.

As for him, he knelt on the ground and looked up at the sky weakly.

His eyes were particularly red, as if he was enduring extreme pain.