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

Chapter 711: Burning the Birdman with Only the Chicken Frame Left, the Bloom of Violent Aesthetics

After Akutsu swung the racket in his hand completely.

The air in the entire Citi Field seemed to be frozen.

The originally noisy crowd in the audience instantly fell into deathly silence. Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the tennis ball that was about to fly out.

The setting sun shines on the metal fence at the edge of the court, reflecting mottled light and shadows.

In the stands, fans from all over the world stood up in unison. Some even forgot about the drinks in their hands and stared blankly at the scene on the field.

An elderly man was holding the railing, his hands trembling slightly and his eyes red.

A young girl covered her mouth with her hands, tears welling up in her eyes.

The young man standing next to her clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

"This... is this a ball a human can hit?"

A fan from the Free Country murmured to himself, his voice filled with incredible fear and awe.

At this moment, boom!!!

A deafening explosion tore through the sky, like the roar of Thor, exploding in everyone's hearts.

A sticky dark red breath gushed out from the tip of Akutsu's racket, as if the gates of hell were opened, and a suffocating feeling of oppression swept across the entire court.

At that moment, even the wind stopped flowing, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if an ancient god of war had really descended to the world.

In the torrent of breath, a violent blow carrying endless wind and waves was shot out in the blink of an eye.

The entire space and time seemed to be pierced by this ball.

Many viewers instinctively closed their eyes, not daring to look at this scene, while those who insisted on keeping their eyes open had their pupils dilated to the limit due to extreme shock.

Faintly, a phantom seemed to appear behind Akutsu.

The smell of blood continued to spread, and the phantom seemed to be covered with thick, coagulated blood, like a suit of blood armor.

There was no emotion in his empty eyes, but he exuded a heart-pounding majesty and coldness.

"Come and experience my strongest move~"

At this time, Akutsu spoke softly in an extremely calm state.

His tone sounded as if he was describing a very ordinary matter, but even so, one could still sense his unruly will.

Even though his eyes are extremely empty now, the determination in them is as unshakable as a rock.

Then, boom!!!

The already dilapidated stadium suffered another unimaginable blow.

The ground cracked into spider-web-like patterns, gravel flew everywhere, and dust flew everywhere.

Dudu Obandu's side was like a desolate place. His body was soaked in sweat and blood, his muscles were torn in many places, and every muscle was twitching as if it could break at any time.

"I'm really unlucky..."

Looking at Akutsu who looked like a god or demon across from him, he couldn't help but sigh and said.

That ball just now had torn many of his muscles.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is now powerless even when facing an ordinary national-level player.

The severe pain continued to stimulate his nerves and will.

If Dudu Obondu had not wanted to witness himself kicking the opponent out of the game, he would have fainted on the spot like a normal person.

In addition, after this guy created this move, he also tried to exert some of its power.

It can be considered that I have felt the pain brought by this move in advance.

So I can still hold on for a while at this moment.

But now, looking at the mighty torrent in front of him, there was nothing but a bitter smile on his face.

In the last moment before he closed his eyes, he saw that ball, like a torrent, had already crossed the net.

Unimaginable power continuously washed over him, shocking him immensely!

It's even imprinted on my heart.

The next second, Dudu Obondu, who had completely lost consciousness, fell backwards with the wind.

There was also a deafening roar at Citi Field.

There was a burst of screams and exclamations from the audience.

Some people hugged their friends in horror, some collapsed on the ground, and some covered their chests as if their hearts could not withstand such a shock.

The children hid in their parents' arms, while the elderly held their crutches tightly with trembling hands, their eyes full of fear.

"My goodness!"

A commentator almost shouted.

"This...this isn't a tennis match at all, it's a war!"

"Will we be able to live to see the end of this game?"

Another commentator smiled bitterly and shook his head, his voice tinged with sarcasm, but he couldn't hide his inner uneasiness.

It is worth mentioning that, fortunately, Citi Field is made of a variety of venue materials.

If this were any other ordinary field, this ball would probably have directly blasted a hole into it.

In addition, although Dudu Obondu completely lost consciousness, he must have been lucky not to be affected too much by this ball.

The Free State U-17 team.

When Ralph Reinhardt saw Dudu Obondu perform that move, he immediately ran towards the court.

As the captain of the Free State U-17 national team, Ralf Reinhardt is extremely aware of what kind of skills Dudu Obondu's Odin has.

Routine muscle tears are extremely unbearable for ordinary people.

However, the consequences of Dudu Obandu's move were even more terrifying than muscle rupture.

You should know that severe muscle tears can lead to muscle necrosis and limb movement disorders.

This result will inevitably lead to changes in the integrity of the striated muscle cell membrane, leakage of cell contents, and the occurrence of acute renal failure, metabolic disorders and other problems.

Quite literally.

Dudu Obondu is now definitely on the brink of life and death.

As the captain of the Free State U-17 national team, Ralf Reinhardt must be responsible for his players.

So he needs to race against time.

In addition, Dudu Obandu is actually partly responsible for the current situation he is in.

It is absolutely impossible for him to do things without paying attention, both morally and logically.

Of course, it wasn't just Ralf Reinhart running towards Dudu Obondu in the smoke and dust; the medical team of the U-17 World Cup tournament was doing the same.

Because based on the scene just now, everyone can guess the final result.

In the audience, some fans of the Free Country had already started crying. They knelt on the ground, clasped their hands together, and prayed that their teammates were safe.

After Dudu Obandu was sent to the ambulance, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

Just a cursory examination made the medical team sweat profusely.

Fortunately, Dudu Obondu did not fully demonstrate this move.

He was also holding back because he was worried that this move would seriously injure Akutsu on the opposite side.

This action saved his life.