"Sweet dream? Haha." Facing Kamishiro Ai's words, Rikkai Daisho found it a bit unbelievable, even funny.
I have never seen the school uniform of Fudomine opposite, and it has not even appeared in the national competition in the past two years.
No matter how you look at it, he looks like a pheasant junior high school, but he has such confidence.
Judging from the deputy minister's expression, the other party seems to be really not simple.
After a simple conversation, the atmosphere between Rikkaida and Fudomine became a little subtle.
The game continues on the field.
Kirihara wiped the blood on his face, his crazy eyes swept across the audience, and finally landed on Kamishiro Ai standing in front of the barbed wire fence.
Is that guy's minister?
What an annoying smile.
Do you really think your junior high school is so great?
Our Rikkai University will win three consecutive championships!
Before destroying Bai Mao, I want to see your horrified expression.
Kirihara suddenly showed a bloodthirsty smile.
"Keep you waiting!" He looked at Akutsu, holding the tennis ball tightly in his palms.
He only felt that his blood seemed to be boiling, his body was getting hotter and hotter, and the desire for blood in his heart was fully aroused.
"I'm going to dye you all red."
With a weird smile, he suddenly threw the ball.
"Knuckle serve!"
After the tennis ball was thrown up, he jumped up and slammed the racket hard.
The tennis ball headed towards Akutsu's half of the court.
Strangely, the ball landed out of bounds.
"How could he make such a mistake? Did he want to lose on purpose?" Akutsu stood there without catching the ball.
"Whoa." The moment it fell out of bounds, the tennis ball suddenly bounced up and shot towards Kamishiro Lan's face at a weird angle.
"Click." With a loud bang, the tennis ball was embedded in the barbed wire fence in front of Jindailan, and a plume of smoke came out.
"You must be this white-haired minister. I will dye you red and defeat you." Kirihara grinned and said arrogantly. The blood on his face only highlighted his madness.
"Oh?" Facing the tennis ball that came from before, Jindai's blue eyes never blinked.
Kamidaoran likes these unruly people.
Because their fears are extra delicious.
"Oops!" Sanada could sense something was wrong instinctively. The next moment, he noticed that a frightening aura suddenly emerged from Kamishiro Ai's body.
Not only Sanada, Fudomine, Tatekai Dai, and even other spectators seemed to see a tall black shadow standing up slowly from behind Kamishiro Ai, with a white mask on his face, full of the aura of death.
"This is from when I was fighting with dad...Xu!!" Echizen muttered to himself with his eyes widened.
"What is that?" Everyone on Li Hai's side was trembling, and their eyes showed fear.
Sanada's face turned pale, and his heart was filled with fear and bitterness.
It turns out that after two years, the distance between us is still far away.
"The body...can't move! Is this a crushing on a spiritual level?" Nioh's eyes were shocked. He raised his right hand tremblingly, and his breathing became difficult under the pressure.
"If I can imitate such skills, then..." At the same time, a trace of fire flashed in his eyes.
For the first time in his life, he longed to see someone play ball.
At this moment, everyone in Tatekai University also understood why Sanada was so solemn.
They also knew that this bastard junior high school they thought would definitely be the most threatening opponent to Lihai University this year.
Let’s not talk about the terror of Kamishiro Blue. The physical fitness and talent shown by Akutsu in this game are enough to make them fearful.
Not to mention the pressure from other Fudo Peak members.
Chitose Chisato and Tachibana Yoshihei, who were standing at the front, were full of aura and their eyes were full of confidence.
Clearly not a weakling.
Since when did Kanto have so many masters?
After the previous two consecutive championships, the Rikkai Daishou players were a little bit arrogant. After all, they were all junior high school students.
No matter how mature you are, you will inevitably become arrogant and complacent.
But now, their pride has been shattered.
"Is this the strength of the minister? It's so scary, I don't even dare to look at him." While the Grand Shosho Rikkai was shocked, Fudomine's reaction was similar.
Although Jindai Lan reduced the pressure on Fudo Peak, Xu's slightly overflowing aura still made them fearful.
When Xu's shadow gradually dissipated, there was a sharp gasp.
Apparently, most people were holding their breath out of fear.
Kirihara, who was being oppressed head-on by Kamishiro Blue's Hollow, maintained a ferocious expression.
A few seconds later, he shivered violently, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.
The scarlet red and white hair in his eyes quickly faded into normal black.
He hugged his shoulders and huddled on the ground, like a fragile child.
In his mind, a black void stood in front of him, staring at him with his eyes filled with the aura of death.
The body was cold, without temperature, and the surroundings were dark.
Kirihara was so frightened that he wanted to run away, but couldn't find the direction.
"Kirihara's demonization has been lifted." Nioh swallowed in shock.
Thinking of the power brought by God's Blue, all this seems to be excusable.
The entire stand fell into an eerie silence, with only Kirihara shaking uncontrollably.
His face was between his legs, his breathing quickened.
"Hey, the game isn't over yet." Akutsu was the only one who said with an unhappy face.
When he first met Xu's, he also felt fear in his heart, but it was soon suppressed by his own pride.
He once again saw the gap between himself and Shendai Lan.
It doesn't make him cringe.
On the contrary, he was more motivated.
Meeting such an impossible opponent is what makes people excited!
"Pop." With a soft serve, he scored easily.
"Game...3, 3-0." The referee's voice also trembled.
"Hurry up and end it, I'm tired of it." Akutsu walked toward Kirihara's half with the racket on his shoulder.
"Hey, it's your turn to serve." Under Akutsu's urging, Kirihara stood up with a numb expression and walked to his own half of the court like a zombie.
"Whoops." He threw the ball, but missed the shot.
"Serve error."
Kirihara picked up the ball dully, his eyes completely losing their former arrogance and luster.
"15-0."
"30-0."
"40-0."
Next, Kirihara kept making mistakes in serving. The last ball was sent, but he did not receive the return. He jogged a few steps and fell to the ground.
"Game, 4-0, Akutsu leads."
When the score was announced, Kirihara's expression was confused.
"Has Kirihara lost his fighting spirit?" The Tatekai Grand Shoguns saw this in their eyes and were anxious in their hearts.
"If he keeps fighting like this, he will be useless." Yagyu murmured to himself.
"Give up, Kirihara!" Marui Bunta shouted loudly with worry written on his face.
"Give up?" Kirihara turned his head stiffly like a robot. When he saw Kamishiro Ai, his head quickly dropped and his body trembled.
"Give up, give up..." He kept repeating this sentence.
"This classmate, do you want to give up the game?" the referee asked softly and timidly.
The development of this game is so weird.
"Give up...give up..." Seeing that Kirihara had no reaction and just kept repeating, the referee announced loudly: "Akaya Kirihara abstains, Akutsu wins."
