"For Jindai, pleasing yourself is obviously the first priority. Whether it was Fuji before or Qianshi now, they are just his playthings." Atobe frowned and said in a soft voice: "This guy's character is still So bad."
"I must calm down, and I must not lose control at this time." Qianshi's eyes were solemn, and he patted the tennis ball gently.
"Try again."
"Tiger Cannon!"
"boom!"
The tennis ball turned into a yellow beam and hit Jindai Lan's half directly.
Then the ball just rebounded, and Jindailan's right hand cut out again.
"laugh!"
The tennis ball made an extreme spin and headed towards the area where Qianshi was.
"Bang!" The moment the tennis ball hit the racket, it produced a strange refraction, passed over the face again, and roared into the sky.
"30-0."
"Hiss!" Qianshi covered his face in pain, his eyes filled with disbelief and a hint of fear.
Another kind of ball?
"Oh, this ball didn't hit. It seems you are really lucky." Kamidaoran's slightly regretful voice sounded.
"He actually aimed at my face?" Qianshi took a step back, with uncontrollable anger in his eyes: "Asshole, what do you think tennis is?"
"Hahaha, what is this guy saying? Hahaha, tennis is not the house-playing sport you think of." Akutsu suddenly laughed on the sidelines: "Only the winner can define tennis!"
"My tennis is to win. Just like our Rikkai team, three consecutive championships are unstoppable. Yamabuki is still too naive." Sanada said solemnly while watching the match.
"Well, actually I think tennis is very happy, and winning or losing seems to be quite important, hahaha." Kikumaru stuck out his tongue.
"Anger, incomprehension, fear, just because of the error in your understanding."
“What is friendly tennis and what is violent tennis?”
"The tennis ball that seemed violent to you actually didn't hit you, didn't it?"
"In the final analysis, this is just a simple test on my part."
"Errors can cause misunderstandings, but I'm very friendly."
Kamidaoran showed a harmless smile: "After verifying your luck, I will let you experience my skills and return to the sword."
"Sip, evil concubine."
Following these words of liberation, a strange figure seemed to condense behind Kamdailan.
It has four bud-shaped wings on its back, a tail, half eye sockets with purple patterns, and an inverted wing-shaped sheet mask on both sides of its head.
This is the No. 8 blade of the Ten Arrancar Blades, the Arrancar Return Blade of Zel Apollo.
The Return Blade is equivalent to the first level of Arrancar, and its abilities are comparable to the first level of Death.
The performance of Thrall's Return of Apollo in the original work is pretty good, much better than those second and third level initial solutions.
"Buzz!" The phantom of Apollo's return stood vaguely behind Shendai Lan, exuding an evil aura.
"This is a humanoid monster?!" Tatekai Daisho's eyes were all horrified. The shadow created by Gui Ren reminded them of the Hollow who frightened Kirihara.
"Isn't this a new type of ball skills? Why does it sound so ominous?" Liu Renji frowned, stared at Jindai Lan with narrowed eyes, and said to himself: "Similarly I also read a paragraph, and although the shadow behind me was not as violent and terrifying as the previous monster, it still had an indescribable sense of oppression."
"Compared with those first-level ball skills, Gui Ren seems to be even weirder." A guess came to Liu Renji's mind: "Is this a hollow in human form?"
"Gui Ren? What kind of skill is this? Deputy Minister, do you know?" Kamio asked Tachibana curiously.
But he saw Tachibana looking confused.
"I have never seen Kamiyo use a skill like the Return of the Blade. This skill gives people a very uneasy feeling. It makes me feel like I have seen the Kamidai in the past."
"Qianshi, you are really lucky today, because you met me, and I will let you have a very fun game experience." Jindai Lan slowly backed away. At the same time, everyone's vision was disordered, as if they were seeing a ball. The juice spurted out from the back of Sal Apollo's phantom, which was thick and disgusting. After a while of squirming, a tall man wearing a Yamabuki school uniform stood up and stood in front of Kamidaoran.
"Lucky versus lucky, the ultimate lucky game." Jindailan walked out of bounds jokingly.
"What is this? Oh my god?! Why did I see the second Sengoku?!"
"How did the mucus spit out by the phantom turn into a human?"
The entire venue suddenly became chaotic, and all the spectators looked shocked and even frightened.
When things develop beyond their understanding, panic will remain in their hearts.
"Is this really tennis?"
"Isn't this true?" someone murmured to himself.
This made Kamidaoran want to complain.
There seems to be a great sense of separation between the World Championships and ordinary football matches in this world.
Ordinary spectators have no access to the cruel and unscientific tennis of the World Championships.
The light shot that was tied with A in the world championship is an absolute killer in ordinary games.
Even many coaches don’t know anything about the World Championship.
Jindailan once asked his father.
The conclusion is.
The reason why tennis is so important in this world is not only because it is a popular sport around the world, but also because in world competitions, countries use tennis as the basis for transactions and show their strength.
The world derived from tennis tennis has the ability to destroy, reverse time and even create black holes.
The country with the strongest tennis players naturally has a greater say.
so.
Only countries will promote the development of tennis.
"Is this the case?" Mr. Ban, who had been squinting his eyes, opened his eyes for the first time, showing shock. He grabbed the armrests with both hands and leaned forward slightly.
In the past few decades, he had the privilege of witnessing a match between two self-proclaimed World Championship players. At that time, he saw phantoms unfolding behind the two of them, and their skills were extremely destructive.
At this moment, Kamishiro Lan's figure overlapped with those two people.
He couldn't help but murmur to himself in a voice that could only be heard by himself: "Is this a world-class skill? Jindailan, who are you?"
"This should be" Qian and Liu Lian'er couldn't hide their shock. They looked at each other. After calming down, Qian was the first to speak: "This should be a mental game."
"No, I think this is not just as simple as mental skills. Now the entire audience has seen the second Qianshi. Even Jindailan stood aside and watched. Mental skills cannot affect others on a large scale." Liu Renji shook his head. Yukimura Seiichi, the director of Rikkai University, is a player of spiritual skills, so Yanagi Renji is qualified to say this.
"Look at this game. God's Blue can use other people's skills, so I think this God's Blue may not be God's Blue."
"Hi, Qianshi, it's a pleasure to compete with you. Wow, I'm really lucky today." The pseudo-Qianshi greeted brightly and cheerfully.
Qianshi frowned and looked at the fake Qianshi who looked exactly like him across from him, feeling filled with uneasiness.
"Today, I'm really unlucky."
Marvel: I have severe mental illness
The protagonist is a patient with schizophrenia who has various personalities such as the Joker and Hannibal. Such a strange existence has interesting chemical reactions with various characters in the Marvel world... I am very excited about it.
(End of chapter)
