Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 729: The Holy Covenant's Last Words, Ending in Defeat

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

In an instant, the entire stadium seemed to be collapsing and the earth was splitting apart.

Two terrifying auras continuously attacked each other, trying to completely wipe out the other.

As the two sides continued to fight, the entire Citi Field seemed to have returned to an ancient battlefield. Every inch of land was shaking and every breath of air was burning.

At this moment.

Several torii gates surrounded Shenming and the eight-winged angel, swaying slightly in the wind and making a slight "creaking" sound, as if they were also trembling for this unprecedented showdown.

Two statues from other dimensions hold their respective weapons - one is a sacred long sword symbolizing the glory of the king, and the other is a racket blessed with the power of tennis and full of power. The constant collisions make a ping-pong sound, and every confrontation is like a thunderous explosion, shocking the heart.

As time went on, the eight-winged angels were defeated, and the wings of heaven began to shed feathers in the fierce confrontation.

The feathers of the wings of heaven, filled with the glory of ascension, fluttered above the court and drifted with the wind like a rain of holiness and destruction.

Finally, it fell into the road of hell and turned into black feathers, slowly falling on the red soil, as if even this stadium was stained with the heavy color of fate.

Click...

An extremely obvious sound suddenly emerged, as if tearing the air.

The sword of the king held in the eight-winged angel's hand was completely broken, and the last light flashed at the broken end, as if it was unwilling to die.

The racket in Ralph Reinhardt's hand broke like the sword of the king. Wooden fragments flew everywhere, metal wires broke apart like spider webs, and a burning smell filled the air.

boom! ! !

In an instant, half of the racket was carried away by the tennis ball and flew out horizontally, cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

At the same time, two extremely deep grooves were left on the court, the red soil was churning, and dust was rising, as if the earth was split open by this blow.

Finally, it fell heavily outside the boundary, stirring up a cloud of red smoke.

The red clay splashed like a volcano erupting, and the roar lasted for a long time, echoing over the entire stadium.

Ralph Reinhardt slowly lowered his head to look at the broken racket in his hand.

There was a hint of fatigue and relief in his eyes.

He was wearing a competition suit that was soaked with sweat, his hair stuck to his face, and he looked like he had been fished out of the water.

His breathing was rapid and erratic, his chest heaving violently, his legs trembling slightly, and he could barely support his body.

A wry smile appeared on his tired face, and a slightly bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

then……

Plop~~~~

Ralph Reinhardt fell directly to the ground, knelt on his knees, and then fell heavily, raising a cloud of fine red soil.

His eyes slightly opened, his gaze was unfocused, his dry and pale lips moved slightly, and he murmured a sigh:

"After all, it's not the master level that I achieved through hard work."

"It's only temporary after all..."

The voice was low, filled with deep regret and helplessness.

He looked up at the clear sky with few clouds.

His eyelids gradually closed and his consciousness faded away bit by bit.

Although he was still quite unwilling in his heart, he had to admit that this duel was definitely the most exciting one in his life.

The collision between extremes, the struggle to surpass oneself, and the feeling of fighting side by side with gods made him feel no regrets even if he fell.

Faintly, in his drowsy state, a voice faintly reached his ears:

"competition is over."

"The 5th singles match of the U-17 World Cup Tournament between the Swiss U-17 team and the Free State U-17 team."

"Kitagawa of the Swiss U-17 team won."

"..."

And amidst this sound, Ralph Reinhardt heard another voice that was out of place.

However, before he could figure out who made the sound, he fell completely into a coma, and his consciousness fell into darkness.

"Reinhardt!!!"

At this moment, a teenager rushed out from the Free State U-17 team with quick steps and agile figure.

There is no doubt that the sound just now was made by him.

And this person is Ryoma Echizen.

As soon as he arrived on the court, the first thing he did was to check Ralph Reinhardt's physical condition. He squatted down and put his fingers on his pulse to confirm that he was just unconscious and not seriously injured.

Then, he slowly stood up and set his sights on Beichuan opposite him.

Beichuan stood quietly in the center of the court, his body as straight as a pine tree, his face calm, and no trace of emotion in his eyes.

It was as if the earth-shattering confrontation just now had never happened.

"what happened?"

Beichuan spoke lightly, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Ryoma, are you afraid?"

Looking at Ryoma Echizen, Kitagawa asked with a chuckle, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a calm confidence.

Hearing this, Echizen Ryoma nodded, his expression serious and frank.

"Um……"

"but!"

He suddenly raised his head, with a fiery flame in his eyes, "One day, sooner or later, I will defeat you!"

"At the same time, I believe this day is not too far away."

As soon as these words were spoken, Beichuan burst into laughter, his laughter was low and magnetic.

He did not question Echizen Ryoma's oath at all. Instead, he waved his hand and turned to walk towards the Swiss U-17 team.

"Then we'll see."

Looking at the opponent's back, a strong fighting spirit rose in Echizen Ryoma's eyes, like a burning fire that would never go out.

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and swore silently in his heart.

Then, he directly helped Ralph Reinhardt up, with careful and powerful movements, slowly lifted him up, carried him on his back, and walked towards the Free Country U-17 team.

After waiting for both players to leave the field, the audience who had been immersed in the shocking duel just now gradually came back to their senses.

"Hero King Beichuan!!!"

"Hero King Beichuan!!!"

"Hero King Beichuan!!!"

"Sweep! Sweep! Sweep!"

"Invincible! Invincible! Invincible!"

"..."

In an instant, many of the audience at the scene cheered and shouted excitedly, and the sound surged into the air like waves, deafening.

They waved flags, held up cheering sticks, and some even jumped up and screamed wildly.

Some people had tears in their eyes, some shouted slogans, and some used cameras to record this historic moment.

You know, these people came here from all corners of the world, and waited for so long after traveling thousands of miles, and finally they could witness Beichuan and his invincible posture and win the game with their own eyes.

It can be seen that the excitement in these people's hearts is no longer able to be described in words.

At this moment.

Cheers, applause and discussions in the audience mixed together, as if to crown the winner and see off the loser.

With the end of the fifth singles match, the Swiss U-17 team won the final victory in an unstoppable manner.