"Today, I'm really unlucky." Qianshi's pupils were filled with fear.
The god of blue in his sight was like a god of death, constantly chasing him, waving the sickle of death.
The score is now 5-3.
He was still one round away from losing the game completely, but he longed for defeat like never before.
Only in this way can you escape from this place.
His eyelids drooped and he maintained his serving posture for a long time. He didn't come back to his senses until the referee reminded him.
"Whoa!" He threw the ball and was about to jump up, but his vision suddenly went dark, and he was caught off guard and swung an empty racket.
"Serve error."
Qianshi squatted down in embarrassment and fumbled for the ball, his eyes full of fear.
"I can't see it, why can't I see it?!" He said to himself in panic, finally groping for the tennis ball on the ground, and grabbing it tremblingly.
"He covered the doll's eyes." Gan noticed Jindailan's movements.
"It's too scary. I don't want to play ball with him." Kikumaru said fearfully, hiding behind Oishi.
"This kind of ability may only be comparable to that of Yukimura, the son of God. Tezuka, the chance of us encountering Fudo Peak this time is very high. The winning rate of anyone against the gods is less than 10%." Kankan To Tezuka, the words were not finished, but everyone knew what they meant.
For the sake of Seigaku's victory, he wanted Tezuka to avoid Aoi Kamishiro.
Tezuka's eyes were calm and calm, and no one could see through his inner thoughts.
"Okay." After a moment, Tezuka, who cherished words like gold, spat out one word.
"Then our goal is to win three games in advance, otherwise, we will lose." Qian frowned and murmured.
“Serve error.
"15-0."
"30-0."
At this time, under the unbearable gazes of everyone, Qianshi had already given away two points.
"Huchihuchi." He gasped hard, exhausted both physically and mentally.
There is even a faint tendency to collapse.
"It seems it's over." Jindailan shook his head secretly.
Unlike Fuji, a player who can break through with just one kick, Sengoku can break through in one fell swoop during the game. Sengoku's problem is the current tennis style.
We need to overthrow the current tennis and learn new tennis again.
This is a big project.
All Jindailan can do is make him understand that tennis is not a game of luck.
Thinking of this, Kamishiro Ami moved his hand covering the doll.
"Let's finish it quickly." He walked into the court carrying the racket.
"Oh, we can't play anymore." Pseudo Qianshi felt a little regretful, but still chose to accept it.
He looked at Qianshi and smiled: "Qianshi, you are really lucky. You can fight Jindai. You must become stronger. I will look forward to the second fight with you."
"Don't talk so much about clones." Jindai waved his hand, and the fake Qianshi immediately turned into liquid and disappeared into the air together with the doll.
"Hurry up and serve." Jindailan looked at Qianshi with an indifferent expression.
"Is it over? I can see it." Qianshi's chest rose and fell violently like a blower.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but found that his hands couldn't stop shaking.
"Whoops." He threw the ball, but the ball was going a little backward. He had no choice but to take a step back and bend his body backward before releasing the ball.
"His posture has been completely deformed and his mentality has collapsed." Countless people shook their heads.
Mentality is the most important thing for tennis players.
If you don’t even think you can win, how can you possibly come back?
"Bang." As soon as the ball passed the net, it flew upside down at a faster speed and hit Qianshi's feet. Qianshi didn't even make a tentative swing.
"40-0."
There's one last ball left.
"Qianshi, what are you doing? Please be more serious." Several Yamabuki candidates shouted angrily.
Even if Yamabuki loses, he can't lose so ugly.
So many countries, even Rikkai, came to watch the battle, and the representative of Sengoku was Yamabuki!
Qianshi threw the ball numbly, and the sounds of the argument kept coming to mind.
"Cheer up, this is the last ball, we can't lose like this."
"The opponent is too scary. It's the last ball anyway, so let's lose like this."
The two villains in my mind had a fight.
Eventually, Qianshi's eyes became clear.
"Kamidai, you are really strong. It was you who made me understand that there are such terrifying beings among my peers. Compared with you, maybe my talent is nothing at all." He held on to the tennis ball tightly.
"Thank you for making me realize how naive I was in the past. I will find a way to change it!"
Qianshi threw the tennis ball hard. The ball was thrown very high. At the highest point, he jumped up suddenly, his eyes focused as never before.
Regardless of the outcome, regardless of whether the opponent will still use that terrifying skill, he just wants to play this ball well now.
At least.
To score a point.
"Tiger gun!" His arm muscles bulged, he grabbed the tennis racket and buckled it hard.
This is the perfect Tiger Cannon, even more powerful than his past Tiger Cannons.
"Whoosh!" The tennis ball went over the net like a cannonball, bringing with it a fierce sound of wind. Before it arrived, the sound was already there, and the wind blew on his face, making Jindai Lan reveal a long-lost look of satisfaction.
"This goal is a little bit interesting."
"Then let me show you, it's as heavy as a catastrophic blow."
"Buzz." There was a faint sound of spears hitting in the air, a steel chariot appeared faintly, the bones of beasts were embedded in the whole body, the steel wheels were thick and strong, the wind howled by, and red light condensed on the muzzle.
"Breaking Path No. 63: Thunder Roar Cannon."
"boom."
The moment Kamishiro Ai's racket collided with the ball, the huge force seemed to find an outlet, tilted out, and carried the tennis ball towards Qianshi.
The extremely violent power caused the thunder and lightning to turn red and roar into the air.
Qianshi's pupils were filled with red, and the thunder and lightning rushing in the air made his body feel paralyzed.
"Is this your power? Jindai."
"You are far more powerful than I thought."
"Ahhhhh!"
He roared angrily, clapped his hands, and rushed forward frantically.
"Is he crazy? You can't catch this ball!!" Many people in the audience were restless.
They couldn't understand Qianshi's behavior.
"Qingshi Qingchun, although a little weaker, but not bad." Atobe, the arrogant person, gave the compliment.
"Sure enough, I still have to end the Age of Gods."
When he touched the ball, an unstoppable force hit him, and the upward-spinning tennis ball directly drove Qianshi's body.
"Bang." When Qianshi's body was at least one meter off the ground, the seemingly strong racket finally broke under the load, and Qianshi fell from the air to the ground.
"laugh."
The tennis ball that penetrated the racket flew high into the sky and disappeared from sight.
"Sengoku!" The principal of Yamabuki Middle School hurriedly ran onto the field.
"I'm fine, everyone." Qianshi struggled to get up, only to find that his arms had lost consciousness, and there was a faint thunder and lightning wrapped around his butt, which was even more painful from landing.
"Bang." At this time, the tennis ball slowly fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and stopped.
Everyone looked and found that the tennis ball was completely burnt to black.
(End of chapter)
