0p0 Chapter 191: Ball Skills - Blood Plague, a Visual Feast on the Court
Chapter 191: Ball Skills - Blood Plague, a Visual Feast on the Court
This is the Yamabuki Junior High School team.
"What a stunning young man~!"
He slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light seemed to flash in his cloudy pupils.
Ban Tianqian couldn't help but smack his lips and exclaim in admiration.
After this.
A sense of helplessness emerged in my heart.
Unfortunately, Akutsu was discovered too late, and there are too few talented people in the Yamabuki Junior High School tennis club, etc.
After all, let's be honest, there is no tennis coach who doesn't wish to coach a talented player.
[As expected, you can't force luck! ]
[Ryuzaki Sumire is so lucky...]
But the next moment.
Ban Tianqian also felt a little unhappy.
Well, this kind of dissatisfaction already existed when the samurai Echizen Nanjiro was coached by Ryuuzaki Sumire.
Let’s not talk about this for now.
On the court.
"You've become stronger."
"very good!"
Akutsu moved his wrists a few times in a devilish manner.
His eyes were filled with irrepressible excitement and strong aggression.
It seemed as if the stronger the prey, the happier he was.
As for the goal conceded after the brief collision, he didn't really care.
The next moment.
Beichuan held up a finger.
"Akutsu-senpai, you still have three balls."
"After that, I'll go all out."
The voice was not particularly loud, but it was filled with unparalleled confidence.
He is like a young devil, but also like an unrivaled hero king.
The powerful momentum instantly filled the entire stadium.
"hehe......"
grin.
The white teeth look crystal clear under the bright sunlight.
Just like a tyrant watching a king.
Followed by.
Akutsu turned around and returned to the ball receiving position.
boom!
boom!
boom!
As the crisp slapping sounds echoed over the court again.
A murderous aura seemed to rise into the sky.
In a flash, it collided with Beichuan's momentum.
boom! ! !
In an instant.
The violent collision set off waves of boiling air.
Invisible shock waves continued to spread out in circles in all directions.
in between.
Beichuan also completed the serve.
But this time, he just hit an ordinary flat shot.
See this.
tread!
He took a step back and gripped the racket tightly in his hand.
Akutsu's eyes seemed to be shrouded in blood.
Indistinctly.
It seemed as if one could see countless white threads running through his body and the entire court from all directions.
The scarlet air was like a scorching breath, turning into thick fog that enveloped the area.
And in this blood mist.
A figure leaped forward.
The racket in his hand swung in an instant like a tyrant's killing weapon.
"Blood Plague!"
boom!
Followed by a crisp crashing sound.
A bloody blade flashed by.
As for the silk threads, they were wrapped around the tennis ball one after another as it moved forward.
"New skills~"
Look up and watch the ball.
In Beichuan's eyes, a blood-red vortex was reflected and crashing towards them.
It seems that anyone who is hit by it will be swallowed up instantly.
"Only two left."
Beichuan slowly closed his left eye.
There seemed to be black flames flashing in the right eye.
at the same time.
The racket in his hand was also placed diagonally in front of him.
Wow!
A surging aura like an extreme black flame instantly rose from the racket-holding arm and the racket.
As it swayed, it seemed as if the void was burned and pierced through.
stab.
The right foot rotated slightly on the spot, causing the body to rotate slightly sideways.
boom! ! !
next moment.
The tennis ball hit the ground violently with a huge shock wave.
Dust was flying and sand and gravel were splashing everywhere.
A stream of scarlet light shot up and headed straight for Beichuan.
"Amaterasu!"
A voice without any emotion suddenly came out of Beichuan's mouth.
Between the lightning and flint.
The racket in his hand hit the tennis ball with lightning speed.
boom! ! !
Another violent roar sounded.
call!
This was accompanied by a huge impact wave, rushing directly towards the opposite side.
"what?!"
The pupils suddenly shrank.
Akutsu frowned slightly.
Although this move is not his strongest one.
But after all, it was a move honed under the guidance of Nanjiro Echizen.
At the moment, it hasn't caused any trouble to Beichuan at all.
But the next second.
Akutsu's brows relaxed.
There seemed to be a flickering fire of the underworld in his eyes.
Holding the racket with one hand, he rushed towards the tennis ball like a deformed beast.
"It's my turn!"
With a sinister smile, Akutsu leaped into the air and spun in a spiral in mid-air.
The originally deformed body quickly returned to its original position.
tread!
Tsk tsk...
Landed and turned his back.
The racket in his hand hit the tennis ball hard.
"Naraku!"
The moment the words fell.
It seemed as if a huge crack had been cut out on the court.
Endless breath of hell, terrifying wailing sounds, boundless darkness, and never-ending evil disasters!
however.
Same as before.
The tennis ball did not immediately leave the racket.
Instead, the racket in Akutsu's hand was spinning wildly.
The black flames gradually spread.
Amidst bursts of harsh hissing sounds.
The strings on the racket face become increasingly twisted.
Deng!
thump thump...
Black flames raged and the strings broke one after another.
As for the huge rift, the breath of hell, the wailing sound, the darkness and evil calamity were all distorted.
Then it was swallowed up by the black flames and burned to ashes.
call out!
boom! ! !
Until the last string broke.
Like a charred meteorite, the tennis ball flew past.
Then it fell directly onto the court.
moment.
Dust waves rose up, space distorted, and sand and gravel splashed everywhere.
A shocking deep pit is faintly visible in it.
quiet!
Extremely quiet!
Everyone stared at the two people on the court in amazement.
He swallowed nervously.
"Gulu..."
"Is this still playing tennis?!"
"Compared to them, those middle school players are just like chickens fighting each other."
"Aside from the thick atmosphere of danger, it's simply a visual feast!!!"
"..."
It was not until the referee on the podium blew the whistle that the discussions gradually began to rise.
"Akuzu-senpai."
"Only one ball left."
"Use whatever tricks you have."
Ignoring the discussions and uproar, Kitagawa looked at Akutsu opposite him with a smile and spoke softly.
It was like I was just warming up.