PDLP Chapter 715 I bloom in the midst of slaughter, like a flower at dawn
Chapter 715 I bloom in the midst of slaughter, like a flower at dawn
"What a piece of scum."
Kulalaga Tasta spoke softly, his voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.
He stood there, without even moving a step, just raised his chin slightly, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.
"Even after being so stimulated, he still hasn't shown any stronger strength."
His tone was calm, even a bit bored, as if he was not facing a fierce duel, but a game with no suspense.
"It really kills my appetite."
After saying this, his gaze finally fell on the overwhelming waves.
At that moment, the entire stadium seemed to be swallowed by the sea. The air was filled with a salty smell and the wind was whistling, as if tens of millions of sea beasts were roaring.
The crowd held their breath, their faces filled with astonishment and shock.
The noisy discussions in the audience suddenly stopped, leaving only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the flagpoles.
As for the tennis ball, it transformed into a huge azure trident and charged towards Kulalaga Tasta in a mighty manner.
The sharp blade of the trident flashed coldly in the sunlight, as if it could pierce through all illusions.
However, just when everyone thought the attack was about to land—
"boom!!!"
In an instant, an extremely terrifying sound violently echoed throughout the entire stadium.
The sound was so loud, like thunder, shaking the surrounding glass windows.
It instantly attracted the attention of the onlookers.
On the other side, Kulalaga Tasta exuded an extremely vast and rich aura.
The aura was like a volcanic eruption, hot and violent, yet with a strange tranquility.
He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing up, fingers spread out, as if welcoming something.
The flames that were originally filled with madness suddenly subsided, and were replaced by a colder and more evil aura.
Faintly, one can see scarlet flowers gradually blooming on his body, with petals overlapping layer upon layer, like blood-colored butterflies, slowly unfolding in the air.
"boom!"
Following a crisp crashing sound, the scarlet flowers suddenly spread rapidly, as if the entire world would turn into a world of scarlet flowers in the next second.
The strange flowers are beautiful, but they are also filled with an evil feeling.
They spin and dance in the air like messengers from the abyss.
Even if you look at it for a little longer, you will be dragged into the abyss and unable to extricate yourself.
Looking at this scene, Gazel Jackson was almost scared to death.
His hands were tightly gripping the racket, his knuckles turning white, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back, leaving the grass under his feet trampled into a mess.
The next moment, the scarlet tennis ball hit Gazel Jackson's right thigh directly.
As if driven by the desire to survive, waves of pain suddenly rushed to the top of his head, and cold sweat broke out.
His face turned pale in an instant, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
Vaguely, he seemed to be trapped in a world of madness and despair.
The scarlet color filled the entire world, and every inch of the air seemed to be dyed blood.
Those strange flowers kept blooming and withering before his eyes, as if they were interpreting the cycle of life.
Anyone who is contaminated by it will completely become a walking corpse.
It was just a trance, and a strange scarlet flower grew on the right thigh where the tennis ball had just hit it.
In the blink of an eye, it quickly bloomed and spread, covering Geisel Jackson's entire body.
His consciousness gradually dissipated, as if his soul was devoured by the flower, leaving only an empty shell.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
in reality.
Kulalaja Tasta has already brought the score to 5-0.
"Da~"
After he snapped his fingers, Gaisel Jackson suddenly woke up.
His body trembled violently, his eyes regained some clarity, and then he burst into tears, his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees.
He wanted to struggle to stand up, but found that he was no longer able to fight.
His fingers were dug into the grass, and there was dirt between his nails. He was mumbling something, but his voice was intermittent and unclear.
He wanted to escape, to leave this horrible place.
However, Kulalaga Tasta does not want the other party to disrupt his arrangements for this game.
At that moment, he slowly turned around and looked at the referee on the podium, his expression still indifferent.
"I surrender."
This simple sentence was like a bombshell, exploding in the crowd.
The referee on the podium was stunned and almost dropped the pen in his hand.
He didn't expect that the Swiss U-17 team would actually make such a reckless move.
However, if this kind of recklessness is applied to someone who is not strong enough, it is indeed reckless; but if it is applied to a master-level existence like Beichuan, it is justified.
Then, the referee's voice sounded over the radio:
“瑞士U-17代表队与自由国U-17代表队的U-17世界杯巡回赛第4场单打2比赛。”
"Swiss U-17 team player Kularaja Tasta withdrew from the competition."
"Gaisel Jackson of the Liberty State U-17 team won!"
As soon as the words fell, the entire stadium fell into silence.
Afterwards, applause, cheers, and discussions rose one after another, like a tide.
Some people were shocked by Kulalaga Tasta's decisiveness, some regretted Gazel Jackson's performance, and more people began to speculate on the direction of the next game.
But Kularaja Tasta had long since stopped paying attention to the commotion.
He turned around and walked towards the Swiss U-17 team in a cool manner, as if he had never put any emotion into this battle.
In the sky, a seagull flew by, its wings flapping in the wind, leaving a faint shadow.
On the grass beside the court, a few petals fell quietly, scarlet as blood, and disappeared in an instant.