Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

"Hehe..."

"It's not over yet, Senior Byodoin."

"A warm reminder, if you don't resist, there's a chance you'll die!"

The moment the words fell.

Beichuan's eyes became particularly sharp.

The whole person was filled with an indescribable vast aura.

Instantly.

The terrifying pressure fell directly on the Byodoin Phoenix.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

The other party began to bend down gradually due to the oppression.

At the same time.

Waves of dust and smoke gradually rose around Beichuan.

Indistinctly, a figure walked slowly from it.

A pair of eyes flashing red light, silver-white armor stained with blood, a sharp sword, 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!"

Below Beichuan's emotionless voice.

In the eyes of the Byodoin Phoenix, a huge figure that made him look complicated was reflected.

[The soul that escapes should be killed! ]

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

A long sword with a cold light directly pierced the Byodoin Phoenix.

Then.

The long sword seemed to nail it to the ground.

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

Boom! ! !

Plop!

Chi Chi...

Snap...

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

On the chest of the Byodoin Phoenix, 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.

"Boss!!!"

In an instant.

Duke Watanabe's eyes turned red and he shouted anxiously.

"This classmate."

"The game is not over yet!"

Just when Duke Watanabe was about to rush onto the court.

A group of tall and strong bodyguards who were waiting around appeared in front of him and blocked him.

"Calm down!"

"Even if you go up, the boss of Byodoin will not stop."

"The Overlord will only die in battle, not escape!"

Irie Kanata on the side looked at Duke Watanabe who had already entered the bursting state again, shook his head helplessly, and persuaded him.

At this moment.

He even suspected that Kurobe Yukio and others from the Neon U-17 training camp wanted to abandon Byodoin Phoenix.

At the same time, he was also amazed at Kitagawa's strength.

[Perhaps even a young samurai can hardly compare with him...]

Seeing Duke Watanabe stop panting, Irie Kanata looked at Kitagawa, who was looking down at the half-kneeling Byodoin Phoenix on the court, and couldn't help but give such an evaluation in his heart.

"Duke."

"Hear me clearly!"

"Even if I die today, I don't need you to interrupt this game!"

The next moment.

Enduring the pain from his body, Byodoin Phoenix roared at Duke Watanabe with red eyes.

Bang!

Then.

He used the racket in his hand to press against the ground and propped himself up.

"Are you ready?"

"It's coming!"

The next moment.

A breath like the blazing sun gradually spread from his body.

Compared with the previous breath.

This breath is more powerful and domineering.

It seems to flatten hell, and it seems to walk out a path to become a king.

Majestic, sacred, and domineering!

Until Beichuan was completely enveloped by this breath.

A road to heaven appeared vaguely.

The wailing and sighing of countless losers could be heard.

And at the end.

A figure wearing white armor, a golden mask, and long red hair fluttering in the wind stood on it.

The dark red cloak rustled, and the red-gold inscriptions were outlined on the armor.

A huge long sword with a purple and dark light was placed behind him.

"Heavenly Overlord!"

Beichuan whispered softly.

There was no emotion in his voice.

At this moment, it was as if the Overlord of Heaven, the true king, was issuing a will to the mortal spirit.

The long sword that looked like the blade of the underworld was instantly held in the hand of that figure.

As Beichuan swung the racket in his hand.

The long sword also chopped out brazenly.

Boom! ! !

A huge roar appeared again from the court.

In the endless light.

The ball was hit and it was domineering!

Until the wind was light and the clouds were clear.

A tennis ball came to the other side of the court at a very fast speed, and then hit like a long knife.hit the abdomen of the Byodoin Phoenix.

Puff!

Cough cough! ! !

Puff~

Clank...

Still powerless to fight back, the whole person was like a fish on a chopping board, letting people slaughter him.

The Byodoin Phoenix knelt and curled up, saliva and blood flowed out of his mouth.

The feeling of surging seas in his abdomen and the unspeakable pain made him sweat continuously on the ground.

"There is one more ball."

"Please die!"

The ruthless voice slowly echoed on the court.

Creak~

Indistinctly.

A sound of opening a door seemed to come from the void.

Tap... Tap... Tap...

At the same time.

Among the countless sword lights above Beichuan.

A tall figure loomed over.

It was just a moment.

The sword light seemed to be frozen on the spot.

Clang...

Crack...Crack...Crack...

The sound of chains, the sound of swords breaking, etc., came into the ears of the Phoenix of Byodoin one after another.

A feeling of suffocation that he could not control came to his mind.

Cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead unconsciously.

The body's self-protection mechanism seemed to be stimulated by something.

Adrenaline surged.

"Abyss!"

The voice without any emotion sounded in everyone's ears.

In an instant, it was as if falling into an ice cave.

Suddenly.

Kitagawa slowly raised the racket in his hand.

The next moment.

The figure gradually appeared in the sight of the Phoenix of Byodoin.

The upper body was naked, and countless blood-stained chains were wrapped around his arms and legs.

He held a broken iron sword in his hand.

But the sword was filled with the wailing of endless demons and monsters.

And in this scene, this figure was shrouded in milky white light.

A different kind of sacred feeling filled people's hearts.

"Suppress!"

The figure looked at the Byodoin Phoenix mercilessly, like a defeated dog.

The broken sword in his hand slowly raised and pointed at the opponent.

As the sound fell.

The sword light shattered, and the tennis ball was revealed.

Bang!

At the same time.

Beichuan also swung the racket in his hand.

After a crisp collision sounded.

The tennis ball seemed to turn into a sword shadow and flashed by.

Wherever it passed, gullies emerged and cracks grew.

In the dust waves.

The figure had already appeared in front of Byodoin Phoenix with a sword, and the sword tip was against the opponent's jaw.

Drop!

The fear of death instantly devoured Byodoin Phoenix's heart.

Cold sweat dripped, and the tennis ball fell to the ground.

At this moment, it seemed as if the earth was shaking.

Boom!!!

In the violent roar, everyone gradually fell into a state of deafness.

Until a moment later.

On the dilapidated court, a figure that seemed to have been struck by lightning lay straight on the ground.

If you look closely.

The other party has stopped breathing.