Tennis King Cheater

　　And the sound of the two's hitting, but they have their own characteristics.

　　Byodoin's footsteps are steady and its aura is calm, like an endless ocean, each ball is like sea water hitting the reef, making people tremble.

　　Torres, on the other hand, is like an unfettered bison.Everywhere he went, everything was smashed into pieces.The constant collision of the horns, even the hard rock, will be instantly smashed into pieces.

　　"Good, very strong..."

　　The momentum of the two is still rising, and under the collision of their return balls, the court has already begun to produce dense cracks like a spider web.

　　tread!

　　With one foot on the ground, Torres jumped up suddenly.

　　His eyes were bloodshot and he was arrogant.All objects close to him will be instantly shattered.

　　Click!

　　I saw a few green leaves swept into his aura by the whirlwind, but before they got close to him, they were torn into countless pieces.

　　"I admit, you have indeed become stronger."

　　The red in his eyes was a little heavier, and those eyes that were staring like bull's eyes flashed a little bit of excitement and madness.

　　"You are more worthy of my defeat!"

　　Thoughts turned, his racket suddenly swung out.

　　boom!

　　With a loud bang, the tennis ball was instantly drawn round and spun wildly.The sharpness is constantly overflowing, like the sharp horns of a bison, which can tear everything apart.

　　"hiss!"

　　Outside the field, the players of the Japanese team could not help but gasp.More than ten meters away, they still felt like they were about to be crushed to pieces.

　　Noah shook his head and said, "This ball is not easy to catch..."

　　Torres' attack, because of the boiling of his own blood, achieved a certain ability bonus effect.Vaguely, it has broken through the second-order bottleneck of different dimensions.

　　Swish!

　　And at this moment, the Equal Council moved.

　　He stepped back with his right foot, raised the racket from bottom to top, and his shoulders shook, creating dazzling afterimages.

　　"World Pirates?"

　　Seeing this, Cavaliero on the sidelines narrowed his eyes.And Medanore next to him, his eyes flashed suddenly, and he looked at Byodoin, whose mouth was gradually raised, with a little inconceivable.

　　"This momentum is... Second-order?"

　　groan!

　　Accompanied by a strange sound, Byodoin's raised racket was only a few inches away from the tennis ball.

　　His eyes widened, and the clothes on his body suddenly swelled up under the influence of some indescribable aura.

　　"Overlord One Style - Bondage!"

　　Whoa!

　　As the words of Byodoin fell, the racket in his hand quickly swiped forward.Suddenly, a golden light flashed, and in an instant, the tennis ball and racket disappeared.

　　Disappeared from the sight of Medanore, Camus and Nioh.

　　"Ok?"

　　On the other side, the chill behind Torres suddenly rose.In an instant, he seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, and his thinking, sight, hearing, etc. felt as if he had been frozen.

　　"Gudu..."

　　His throat rolled up and down, and a layer of cold sweat formed on his forehead.

　　clap clap...

　　Hearing the abnormal sound, he looked down and saw that the yellow-green ball rolled to his feet.With a slight bump, his indomitable momentum was smashed into pieces.

　　"Bound..."

　　On the sidelines, Nioh murmured the name softly, and his eyes shifted to Byodoin, who was not angry and mighty.

　　"Using skills and swing speed beyond people's imagination, he hit a ball that almost disappeared completely, the overlord style..."

　　It seems that the other party has completely consolidated the ability of the second-order of different dimensions without the knowledge of others.

　　and……

　　"Since it is said to be one form, then there must be two or more..."

　　Keep it hidden!

　　At this moment, Nioh suddenly felt that he seemed to underestimate the original no.17 of the Japanese u-1.

　　Boom!

　　In the end, with a ferocious smash by Byodoin, Torres gave up his resistance completely.

　　"At the end of the game, Japan won the Byodoin Phoenix, the score was 7-5!"

　　ps: Mom and Dad are here, there is only one chapter today

Chapter [-] The Man closest to God

　　"Whoosh..."

　　The referee's voice fell, and Torres, who was on the opposite side, gulps heavily.He raised his head in disbelief, his old rival had completely surpassed him.

　　The first time we met, the other party was just entering the world class, and there were even signs of instability.At that time, Byodoin seemed to be a piece of nowhere, wandering the world, constantly searching for his own way of tennis.

　　At this moment, Torres already had the answer in his heart.

　　"Have you found your way?"

　　Overlord!

　　An indomitable image full of majesty and violence.In the history of tennis, there have indeed been many such players, but they have not been able to break through the third-order obstacles.

　　"Ah……"

　　With a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, Torres shook his head and sighed, "Hopefully, you can succeed."

　　The outcome is decided, this game is his lost.

　　The Spanish team must face the predicament of two consecutive defeats.The pressure surged like a mountain, causing the players of this veteran tennis powerhouse to feel a sense of suffocation.

　　"Difficult, do you mean..."

　　The eyelids of the defeated Lewis brothers kept shaking, their hands clenched together, and their bodies trembled unnaturally.If Spain really fell from the semi-finals, then they were the first screw that came loose.

　　The sinner of the Spanish team!

　　tread!

　　And just when everyone was nervous, a slight footstep sounded.The sound is not heavy, but it seems to have magic power, which calms the turbulent atmosphere throughout Spain.

　　"May, Lord Medanore..."

　　Those high school students couldn't help staring at the back of the disheveled hair, Medanore, once the pride of Spain, a myth about to rise in European tennis.

　　If it weren't for the mutation two years ago, he would definitely be the number one young man in the world right now.

　　"It turned out to be him?"

　　In the stands, Camus and Dorian's eyes trembled, and the latter squinted and said, "So logically, shouldn't he be in the s1 position?"

　　As the first general, he is the trump card of the entire team, and he must suppress the most critical singles position.

　　"Maybe he felt the pressure."

　　Camus shook his head, his eyes turned and fell on the blue-haired youth who walked out of the Japanese team.

　　Nioh Masaharu!

　　The Japanese team even arranged him in the third singles?

　　Camus squinted his eyes, and many thoughts passed quickly in his heart: "Is it a coincidence or..."

　　"Let's start the singles three match."

　　"The Japanese team Nioh Masaharu (the third year of junior high school), against the Spanish team Medanore (the third year of high school)."

　　"yeah!"

　　Seeing this, Kirihara raised his arms and whispered, and said excitedly: "If it is Senior Niwang, this game will be settled!"

　　Next to Yukimura, Sanada, and even the other Fuji, Atobe and others nodded secretly.From knowing Niwang to now, they have never seen Niwang lose in an official game.

　　Today, he has become a legend of the Japanese team!

　　An undefeated legend!

　　"But……"

　　But there are always discordant voices, but seeing Mitsugu shaking his head, he said solemnly: "The other party's Medanore is not a simple character."

　　"Ah."

　　Noah next to him nodded and said, "The leader of the Spanish team once had a terrible nickname."

　　Kirihara frowned, "What nickname?"

　　Everyone else looked at him, and Noah opened his mouth, but didn't say the heart-pounding nickname.But looking at the raised eyebrows of the people around him, he thought about it and smiled bitterly: "He is called 'the man closest to God'..."

　　The man closest to God?

　　Hearing this, the raised brows of the surrounding players raised even higher.Tachikai's team members, such as Kirihara and Marui, subconsciously focused their attention on Yukimura.

　　Their minister, the nickname happens to be called 'Son of God'.

　　"It's quite a courageous nickname!"

　　Just off the stage, Byodoin, whose aura had not dissipated, folded his arms in front of him. He stared at the two figures in front of the net, and said solemnly, "The West is a monotheistic country, and their so-called gods are only one..."

　　God!

　　A great existence that almost every Westerner will reverently reverence and admire from the heart.However, someone has taken such a nickname.

　　Although there are elements to avoid suspicion, it also shows Medanore's tennis talent at that time.