As the words fell, the entire stadium changed, and countless blood rose into the sky, dyeing the sky a terrifying red.
Jindailan's racket extended with blood and entered the court.
Red blood could be seen flowing everywhere on the court ground, which was thick and gave off a faint fishy smell.
The racket in Kamidai Lan's hand erupted into a column of blood, soared to the highest point, and fell like a fairy's scattered flowers.
Along with the screams of fear from the audience, blood was scattered in every corner of the venue.
"Help, it's blood!" The timid audience even fainted.
"It's dead, it's dead! I smell blood, vomit!"
"Calm down, this is all an illusion!" Many middle schools are choosing to organize voluntary discipline.
With their help, the audience calmed down temporarily.
"What's going on?" Kikumaru hid behind Qingxue Zhengxuan, but found blood flowing under his feet. He was so frightened that he jumped on the back of the big stone, and wrapped his legs tightly around the opponent's waist, crying with a sad face.
"He is connected to the hell in the parallel world. This is the scene of hell." Qian said with a trembling voice and adjusted his glasses. Unexpectedly, his hands shook and the glasses fell into the blood on the ground.
He immediately reached into his tennis bag and took out new glasses and put them on.
"Total destruction, does it mean to destroy everything like hell? This swastika seems to be very dangerous." Fuji Shusuke opened his eyes and said in a deep voice.
"But looking at it from another perspective, the minister can allow Jindai to use this kind of swastika, which in disguise represents Jindai's approval of the minister." Kaidou Kaoru squinted his eyes and subconsciously leaned towards the people around him, his tone was a little envious.
"To be precise, yes." Qian nodded.
Atobe: "I've rarely seen such a Jindai. It seems that Tezuka is really special. I guess this time Jindai will show another side of him."
Atobe's fingers touched the blood on the railing.
The taste and consistency are similar to blood, but it won't touch the body at all.
You can obviously feel the existence of blood and water, but actually find that it does not exist. This sense of contradiction and conflict gives everyone a weird feeling.
"The other side?" Hearing this, everyone in Ice Emperor looked confused.
"The real Age of Gods is far more terrifying than what you see." Atobe said quietly.
"It's so strange. These bloods are somewhere between existence and non-existence. Is this some kind of mental skill? It's incredible that it can accommodate the mental skills of the stadium, isn't it?" Irie Kanata frowned and thought hard. .
"This blood is weird." Oni Jujiro stroked the blood on the railing and tried to lift it up, but the blood immediately passed through his arm as if it were transparent and fell back to the railing.
"Swastika, Shijie, his skills are really weird."
"Tezuka, are you ready?" The racket in Jindailan's hand exuded a charming blood color.
"Buzz!" The seamless brilliance on Tezuka's body burst out again, but was instantly swallowed up by blood.
Qian: "The brilliance has been swallowed up, and the momentum has been completely suppressed. This bloody field is very weird."
"Pah." Tezuka slapped the tennis ball. The tennis ball hit the blood and made a crisp sound, causing large blood splashes to splatter. .
Looking around, everything you see is blood red.
"Huh." Tezuka's eyes were focused, without any fear in his heart. He threw the ball high and dunked it suddenly.
"Bang." The tennis ball turned into a stream of light and crossed the net, hitting the ground and bringing up a large amount of blood. The blood scattered everywhere, revealing the extremely calm eyes of Jindai Lan.
"boom!"
As the racket was swung, the tennis ball was surrounded by blood and shot toward Tezuka.
"Tezuka, the tennis here is different." Accompanied by the indifferent voice of Kamishiro Ami.
"Different?" The tennis ball in Tezuka's pupils was dilating. He subconsciously took a step back, predicting where the tennis ball would land, and stepped hard on the blood with the sole of his foot.
The ground was a little slippery, which affected the body's balance.
In order to return the ball stably, the racket surface is slightly lowered, the center of gravity is lowered, and the racket is pulled out hard.
The tennis ball fell into the racket, making a crunching sound, and then the blood surrounding it turned into a sharp blade and stabbed Tezuka.
"Tsk." Tezuka turned his head subconsciously, but a bloodstain suddenly appeared on his cheek.
"Bang." At the same time, the tennis ball flew towards Jindai Lan and turned into a sharp sword in the air.
"Tap." Jindailan appeared in front of the net instantly. When the sword came, the racket intercepted it in advance.
"Bang!" The sharp sword turned into a tennis ball instantly penetrated Tezuka's right leg, hit the ground, and flew out of the court with blood.
In pain, Tezuka knelt down on one knee and covered the wound. A bloody hole appeared on his right leg.
The pain caused his forehead to be covered with fine sweat and his body to tremble.
"Injured! Buchou's leg." Seigaku's side was filled with excitement. Takeshi Momoro even wanted to turn over and enter the field to stop the game.
"The tennis ball turned into a sword and pierced the body?!" Irie Kanata and Oni Jujiro even looked like they had seen a ghost, with doubts on their faces.
Is this another dimension?
However, when thinking about other people's different dimensions, this one that turns a tennis ball into a sword doesn't seem that outrageous, and is actually quite low-key.
but
"Playing this kind of super-standard tennis in junior high school competitions is not allowed." Irie Kanata said with a smile, "I'm going to be disqualified."
The rules of tennis competitions in junior high schools are strict, and you cannot hurt others' bodies at will.
Direct penetration skills like this are too dangerous. The leg was pierced with just one ball. Wouldn't the person be killed immediately if he hit a few more balls?
"This classmate, you cannot deliberately hurt other people's bodies. You have committed a foul." As expected, the referee's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Jindailan seriously: "I declare that this..."
"Mr. Referee, I suggest you see it more clearly." Jindailan interrupted the referee's decision with a smile on his face.
"I saw it very clearly. It's not going to happen. Huh?" The referee looked dissatisfied and turned his head to look, but his expression became shocked.
In sight, Tezuka, who had his right leg pierced through, had stood up. His right leg was intact, and even the scars on his face had disappeared.
"What's going on?" The scene suddenly became chaotic.
Everything I saw was too weird.
"My body was not affected at all, but felt more comfortable than ever before." Tezuka rubbed his thighs and frowned tightly.
"It's time to continue the game, referee, the score hasn't been announced yet." Kamidaoran chuckled.
After hesitating, the referee still chose to declare the score.
"Well, game 4-1, Fudomine Jindai Blue is in the lead."
Next is Jindailan's serve game.
"Bang!" Throw the ball, take a knee, smash!
The tennis ball turned into a sharp sword and hit the ground hard, flying out of the court.
"15-0."
The sword brought up directly left a bottomless wound on Tezuka's arm.
"Bang." Tezuka's racket fell to the ground, blood oozing from his arm.
The place was filled with blood mist, and the wounds healed instantly.
As his vision blurred, Tezuka's left forearm and his previously injured right leg turned into white bones.
(End of chapter)
