PDLP Chapter 659 Status Skill - Concentration, Master-level Rush
Chapter 659 Status Skill - Concentration, Master-level Rush
The moment when Beichuan's figure appeared clearly.
The originally calm air seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand and instantly became restless.
The atmosphere in the entire stadium took a sharp turn for the worse, like the oppression before a storm. Everyone could feel that an unprecedented fierce confrontation was about to begin.
In an instant.
The sky above the stadium seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force, and a violent cyclone quickly condensed.
The cyclone was funnel-shaped, with dense clouds surging around the edge and high-speed rotating airflow inside, emitting a low and continuous whistling sound, as if it was a roar from the abyss.
The metal frame of the tennis racket began to vibrate violently under the impact of this powerful force, making a shrill sound. The sound was sharp and piercing, like nails scratching on a blackboard, which was chilling.
This sound intertwined with the roar of the cyclone, forming a chilling prelude to battle.
Followed by.
Driven by the cyclone, the dust in the sky was like a released beast, accompanied by the sound of metal clashing, and swept across the whole place with the force of thunder.
Tiny grains of sand were flying in the air, colliding with each other, making tinkling sounds, as if thousands of troops were fighting.
The wind curtain that covered the sky and the sun quickly spread out, completely covering the entire stadium. The originally clearly visible stadium lines and spectator seats instantly disappeared in the rolling sand and dust.
Before the audience could even utter a full exclamation, a deafening explosion sounded like thunder. The huge sound waves hit everyone's eardrums, making people feel like their hearts were about to stop beating.
After a while.
The smoke and dust seemed to be cut by an invisible sharp blade in an instant, neatly split into thousands of silver threads, pouring and scattering in all directions.
When the smoke and dust gradually dissipated and the vision became clear again, everyone saw that the tennis ball that had disappeared was now firmly controlled by Beichuan's racket.
The tennis ball was spinning wildly at an extremely high speed, rubbing violently against the net, splashing sparks. The sparks flickered in the dim environment, like fleeting meteors in the night sky, or like sparks in a battle.
"Senior Samuel is here~"
Beichuan showed his white fangs and a bright and confident smile spread across his face, with a hint of provocation and expectation in that smile.
His left hand slowly covered the end of the racket handle, his movements graceful and calm, as if he was performing a sacred ritual.
At the moment when his right foot stepped forward, the air wave that had not yet completely dissipated was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, which immediately spread out in circles of ripples and spread out in all directions.
The silver light slowly rose from his knuckles, like flowing moonlight, gradually dyeing the racket and tennis ball a quenched white. The dazzling light was almost impossible to look directly at, as if it contained infinite power.
"Shura!"
Beichuan shouted loudly, his voice loud and firm.
Immediately afterwards, the harsh sound of metal friction suddenly pierced the air, like nails scratching on metal plates, which was creepy.
The boy's waist twisted quickly like a full bow, and all the muscles in his body tensed up in an instant, with every muscle bulging high, showing amazing explosive power.
He poured all his violent kinetic energy into the tennis ball without reservation. At the moment the silver light exploded, the originally yellow-green sphere evaporated into thin air in full view of everyone, disappearing without a trace.
But above the court, countless silver rays of light were scurrying around like silver snakes, interweaving into countless deadly broken lines, cutting the entire space into a huge web of death, as if stepping into it would lead to eternal damnation.
"That's really decisive."
"But, I like it."
Samuel Raymond's voice was steady and powerful, with a hint of appreciation in his tone.
Then, he immediately calmed down and focused, his eyes became as sharp as an eagle, and his whole body exuded an aura of seriousness and concentration.
A mysterious state seemed to be bestowed upon him, and the aura emanating from him was completely different from before. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this was a Buff-type status skill.
"Concentrate your mind!"
As soon as Samuel Raymond finished speaking, he paused slightly, and then rushed out at an extremely fast speed like an arrow.
His figure moved quickly on the court, leaving a series of blurry afterimages. The speed was so fast that it was dizzying and his movements were almost impossible to see clearly.
He didn't stop until he reached the spot where the tennis ball landed.
Amidst the still lingering wind, waves, and smoke, Samuel Raymond spun the racket in the air gracefully. His movements were smooth and flowing, full of elegance and confidence.
Then, his forehand quickly changed to a backhand, and then he swung it suddenly from bottom to top.
Swish!
In an instant, waves of shock waves visible to the naked eye spread out one after another, like rippling water, spreading outward in circles.
The dust, smoke, air waves, and even the surrounding sunlight seemed to be swept into the strong wind by these ripples, and the surrounding air was distorted.
In the blink of an eye, amidst the interweaving of light and shadow and the raging wind, a tennis ball suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes as if it had pierced through the void.
Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, presenting a scene of devastation, as if it had experienced a huge disaster.
However, this was just the beginning of the game. The tennis ball flew towards Beichuan at a terrifying speed.
"Senior Samuel, it's rude not to reciprocate."
At this time, Beichuan stood still without moving. He chuckled, his tone calm and confident.
Then he raised his racket arm and placed it horizontally at his side, making a posture ready to face the challenge.
The wind and waves that had gradually subsided seemed to feel his power and surged again in an instant. The wind became stronger, the whistling sound was deafening, and the sound of the waves became more intense.
At the same time, a rich and powerful aura emanated from Beichuan's body. The aura was thick and steady, as if it contained endless energy, and then merged into the wind and waves.
In a trance.
A ten-foot square area suddenly appeared. That area exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, like the realm of gods or the world of demons, which made people afraid.
At this moment, the tennis ball that was originally flying towards the blind spot behind Beichuan, as soon as it approached this area, it seemed to be pulled by an invisible powerful force, and involuntarily changed direction, gradually approaching Beichuan, and then became part of the wind and wave area, and began to rotate around Beichuan.
Half a circle later, the tennis ball came to Kitagawa's racket.
"field--"
"Sunny Day March!"
A red light flashed in Beichuan's eyes. He stepped forward with his left foot and swung the racket in his hand without hesitation.
boom! ! !
The air waves that were originally rotating in the field, with this swing of the racket, instantly enveloped the entire tennis ball, and carried the tennis ball rapidly towards the opposite side.
The clouds in the sky seemed to be shaken by this force and scattered. Under the sunlight, the tennis ball quickly passed over the net and flew towards the opposite court.