Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

The tennis ball jerked, and immediately, like a spinning top.In an instant, the air was split, turning into a dark red color, and with a bang, it exploded on Serra's side.

"So fast!"

The latter's complexion changed slightly, and the tired and divergent pupils instantly condensed to a point.He didn't dare to be careless, he played the spirit of twelve points, and quickly swung the racket out of his hand.

Bang!

The tennis ball started, but Serra's arm trembled suddenly.

"Good weight!"

The racket, as if it had a thousand jins of strength, was pressing the racket heavily.And that imposing manner like Shura is even more terrifying, and has a tendency to break away from Serra's state.

"not good……"

Seeing this, the mysterious man R's expression changed slightly.Under normal circumstances, the trick he handed to Sierra did last for twenty minutes.But under the impact of Shura's momentum, I'm afraid I can only last for fifteen minutes...

Do not!

Seeing Sierra's gradually curved racket, R's brows are raised.

"I'm afraid, I can't even hold on to fifteen points..."

"ended!"

Weise-ge grinned, he didn't expect that the opponent would be the end of the shot.That being the case, he might as well release all his aura without reservation.

click, click...

There was a faint sound of explosion from Serra's racket.

"Are you going to lose?"

The state of his body dissipated visibly to the naked eye.Among them, Shiraishi felt the most acute. This one called Sera had the feeling that he belonged to the samurai Nanjiro, and it was already weak and invisible.

Shiraishi shook his head and thought to himself, "As long as he relaxes, the game will be over. However, if he can persevere..."

Maybe there is still a turnaround in the game.

"No, no, I can't hold my arm any longer..."

Serra gritted her teeth, feeling that her political arm was about to be broken.This feeling of despair and powerlessness made him want to let go. Facing such a powerful enemy, he was absolutely unable to defeat him.

If you let go, maybe you don't need to suffer this pain.

Why don't you just...

"Do you really think so?"

At this moment, a voice echoed in his heart.Deep in Serra's brain, an image that had been hidden for two years was recalled little by little.

At the time, he was still a caddie on an underground tennis court, but he was already thinking about quitting.And standing in front of him is a red-haired, burly young man.

The opponent was covered in blood.

However, not his own, but his opponent.After half a month, a hundred opponents were all defeated by his red and black racket.

However, the organizer seems to have failed to communicate with this person.To him, the order to kill was given.But this person, like Shura from Avici Hell, defeated his opponents one by one.

The kind of tennis that is above everyone is extremely terrifying.

And his momentum, as if swallowing mountains and rivers, and his unyielding spirit in a hundred battles is even more shocking.

However, no matter how strong a person is, after all, they can't resist the tide of opponents.In the [-]th battle, the nameless red-haired man fell into a passive state.

His stamina was nearly exhausted.

His body was exhausted.

But his spirit, like a steel needle, was firmly anchored on this court.

Sierra could not forget that swing.

At that moment, the man's body instantly rose several feet.The whole person seems to have transformed into a ghost face and fangs, surrounded by hellish Shura with evil spirits.

That blow ripped through the entire stage.

In the end, the man dragged his tired body and grabbed the dark red racket. Under the shocking gazes of countless people, he withdrew from the court as a winner.

As for the organizers, they didn't even dare to get close.

And the man, after he came to him, said to him in a lame Thai language similar to that of Shiraishi: "Boy, do what you want to do."

Looking at the other party's back, Sera couldn't help but ask, "What was that move you just called?"

"Name...just call it, Asura Shinto."

The man's body was getting farther and farther, but the voice still came faintly: "Remember, don't give up until the last moment."

"Can't you give up?"

Suddenly, Serra woke up.

In his mind, his seriously ill mother, and several younger brothers and sisters flashed.His eyes gradually became blurred and confused, and condensed little by little into dark red highlights.

In an instant, the warrior aura that had not dissipated on his body gradually changed.

Swish!