PDLP Chapter 358 Crazy Battle, Blessings and Memories from the Youth Academy Tennis Club
Chapter 358 Crazy Battle, Blessings and Memories from the Youth Academy Tennis Club
"to be honest."
"Just now, for a moment, I even doubted whether you were Beichuan's biological brother."
Swish!
boom!
All of a sudden.
A dark red aura rose directly into the sky.
Then, it began to spin rapidly around Genichirō Sanada like a wave of air.
Bright eyes, with a domineering look faintly visible in them.
"It's just when I come to my senses."
"I've discovered that your learning and replication haven't yet demonstrated the full power of the original user."
"That is to say——"
"You're not even close yet!"
Without changing his expression, Genichirō Sanada rushed quickly to the front left.
Tsk!
tread!
He leaped quickly and swung the racket in his hand to smash the ball.
For a moment, it seemed as if endless flames erupted in all directions with the point of collision between the racket and the tennis ball as the center.
The black and red air waves rolled up silver-white flames.
It looks beautiful, but it is actually full of murderous intent.
"Shiranui!"
boom!
Followed by a loud crashing sound.
The tennis ball that left the racket seemed to disappear.
And at the same time.
It seemed as if fire was raining from the sky.
"Brother?"
Echizen Ryoma was slightly stunned.
It seems like he cares a little about this.
After all, come back to the point.
There are really many coincidences and accidents between him and Beichuan.
But after all, this is a game that Ryoma Echizen attaches great importance to.
He suppressed the thought in his mind at the first moment.
He turned to look at the powerful and prison-like rain of fire and the swift tennis balls on the opposite side.
"It's just right for the occasion!"
Drink lightly.
Echizen Ryoma performed a basic one-legged short-step state and rushed towards the tennis ball at a rapid speed.
Faintly.
There was a different aura emanating from him.
It looks like the orange color under the sunset.
It is like the blood scattered by thousands of troops.
In the midst of the rain of fire.
It was as if the Crimson Swordsman was going to never return.
Slurp...
When dust and air waves are flying.
Echizen Ryoma came to the path that tennis players must take.
There were ripples in her eyes, a hint of blush filling them.
Stop and stare.
The racket in his hand gathered momentum like a sword.
The aura around him was like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, boiling in an instant.
Flashes of sharp edges kept bursting out all around.
Ding!
All of a sudden.
A long and clear sword chant sounded.
At this moment, Ryoma Echizen swung the racket in his hand.
"Crimson!"
Whisper softly.
He turned around and walked towards the serving position.
at the same time.
boom!
call out!
boom! ! !
In a flash.
The tennis ball seemed to turn into a sword beam dozens of meters long and pierced straight through the opposite court.
A ravine gradually emerged from the dust.
As for the original rain of fire, it turned into ashes.
But if you look closely.
Those rains of fire were all cut off and destroyed by countless sword intentions.
Step on...
Swish~!
Zila Zila...
The flashes of lightning became more and more intense as Genichirō Sanada sprinted forward.
It was as if the entire stadium was caught in a thunderstorm.
At first glance.
The stadium seemed as if countless trees gradually appeared.
There was also the sound of wind blowing through the grass and trees.
Accompanied by the crackling sound of thunder and lightning.
A sense of antiquity arises spontaneously.
And among these Lei Lin.
A figure suddenly appeared in the center.
at the same time.
A crimson tennis ball also came rushing towards them.
Wherever it passed, thunder forests flew across the sky and ravines continued to spread.
"call......"
"It moves like thunder and is as quiet as a forest."
"Jinsen - Thunder Burial in the Forest!"
As he held the racket with both hands, Genichirō Sanada's eyes sparkled and he swung the racket with all his strength.
Boom!
After a dull crash sound was heard.
The violent shock wave turned into a circle of invisible ripples that spread in all directions.
Followed by.
The thunder forest collapsed, and the dust flew like a wall.
It's like a doomsday scene.
"bring it on!"
"Let this storm come even harder!"
"Let my sword be tempered in this!"
At the moment the words fell.
A tennis ball suddenly shot out from the dust and smoke.
Waves of sword energy enveloped the area.
It seems to move mountains, cut off rivers, overturn seas, subdue demons, suppress monsters, command gods, pluck stars, destroy cities, and open the sky.
Countless sword shadows appeared and disappeared.
Then it seemed as if the two had merged into one.
Sharpness, endless sharpness!
The wind and waves above the court were instantly cut apart and rolled to both sides.
Even the net seemed to be splitting into two.
"Ball skills - Sword Tomb!"
next moment.
A voice came without any emotion.
Look closely.
Echizen Ryoma held the racket in both hands and directly blocked the tennis ball that was flashing with electric light.
Although there was a long friction mark left under the feet.
Even so, there was still a fierce look in his eyes.
Countless sharp swords were reflected in his pupils, as if they were falling continuously from the sky.
Between the lightning and flint.
The court where Genichirō Sanada was standing seemed to have turned into a world of sword tombs.
And at this moment.
The tennis ball that shot over the net is now in front of us.
It's like a sharper sword that's about to take root here.
Sparkling...
The originally light sound of the sword gradually became rapid.
As if welcoming the king.
Until the roar completely subsided.
Amidst the dust and smoke, one could vaguely see that the stadium had become dilapidated.
call out!
The next moment.
A stream of light suddenly shot out from it.
All of a sudden.
The tennis court, which had just stopped for a while, was once again filled with the sound of continuous roaring and colliding sounds.
It can be said.
With the continuous battle between Ryoma Echizen and Genichirō Sanada from the beginning to now.
The power of the tennis ball is becoming more and more terrifying.
Originally, the audience thought that the situation would be the same as what happened between Yanagi Renji and Fuji Shusuke before.
Who would have thought that as soon as the game started, both sides started to fight each other fiercely.
And there's a sense of endlessness.
This is the Youth Academy team.
"Ryoma has grown so much~!"
Looking at the tiny figure on the court, Takeshi Momoshiro couldn't help but recall the first time he met Ryoma Echizen at the beginning of the school year.
For a moment, my heart was filled with a mixture of emotions.
“It has definitely grown a lot.”
Fuji Shusuke, who had recovered some strength, was also looking at Echizen Ryoma on the field.
He whispered in agreement.
The memory of the other party coming to him with a serious look and wanting to learn his skills seemed to be vivid in his mind.
"Ah."
Tezuka Kunimitsu, who was standing nearby, also spoke solemnly.
It can be said.
At this moment, they all sincerely wished Ryoma Echizen well.
"only......"
"After all, that was Genichirō Sanada, one of the three great men of Rikkai University."
At this moment.
Qian Zhenzhi said in a serious voice.
Not that he was pumping gas for his teammates.
But it is what it is.
If only Genichirō Sanada were that easy to deal with.
At that time, Kunimitsu Tezuka would not have been defeated by the other party.