"All the swastikas are gone. All the injuries suffered here will be healed, but as a price, the body will turn into white bones. This is the stage prepared for you. Fight until the last moment, until you lose your will, until the body is completely turned into white bones. , the game will stop."
Jindailan waved the racket, and in the hazy moment, the racket seemed to turn into a slender sword filled with blood.
"That's it!" Tezuka held the racket in his hand, with no fear in his eyes. He stood up, and the racket in his hand seemed to turn into a sharp sword.
"Did I see it wrong? Is this really tennis?" Saori rubbed her eyes, doubting life: "Although this is very handsome, the blood is so scary."
"This is no longer a game, but a fight between two warriors. The racket in the hand is a sharp sword. The game will not end until one party can no longer stand up, and the injured area will turn into bones. , which means that this is a battle with life on the line, and it is destined to be an extremely cruel and bloody game."
Mamoru Inoue said with an emotional expression: "This match has surpassed the scope of the junior high school tennis world, maybe it's because of the skills there."
Mamoru Inoue has a vague idea about the World Championship.
he knows.
Such weather-changing scenes and ball skills involving various elements are definitely not something that junior high school students should master.
If you guessed it correctly, Shendailan comes from a mysterious world.
"Bang!" Jindai Lan kicked the ball, and the tennis ball turned into a sharp blade and shot away.
This time, Tezuka, who had already been prepared, glowed with light and raised his right hand.
His whole person entered a mysterious realm.
There is only tennis in my mind, and I can perform at a super level.
"Bang." During the shock, the ground beneath the tennis ball collapsed. After landing, blood mist evaporated and shock waves spread.
Tezuka's racket met the tennis ball, but was instantly knocked away.
This time, the left leg also turned into white bones.
Amid the blood mist, traces of the field's collapse and Tezuka's injuries were restored.
Gan shook his head: "The gap is really ridiculous. Tezuka, who started so seamlessly, couldn't even catch a ball from Jindai. Is this a swastika?"
"The game is over. Even if we face this Godly Blue, we may not be happy." Irie Kanata shook his head.
"This swastika may have surpassed most other dimensions." Oni Jujiro suddenly said.
"The appearance of such a strong man in the middle of the country is completely a dimensionality reduction attack."
"Oh ho, Agui, we have to go to the gym later. How about you have a fight with him? You also know my strength. I'm very weak." Irie Kanta pretended to be weak.
"I shouldn't be his opponent." Oni Jujiro said in a deep voice with a dark face.
Although Tezuka did not force out the full strength of Kamidai Ami, the aura displayed by Kamidai Ami now made Oni Jujiro understand that he was definitely no match for Kamidai Ami.
"Atobe, why does this swastika seem so much scarier than the swastika I fought with before?" A wicked smile appeared on Yushi Ninzu's face: "In the heart of Jindai, you will not be inferior."
The words were not finished, but the teasing intention was clearly revealed.
Tezuka before Seamless was not as good as Atobe, but after turning on Seamless, Atobe's strength was obviously not as good as Tezuka.
Atobe's face darkened, feeling unhappy: "Damn Kamidai, you actually used that rubbish swastika to compete with me!"
"Buchou, actually, if you think about it from another angle, it's a good thing that Jindai didn't use this swastika to fight you. Look at Tezuka." Houchotaro swallowed hard, his voice trembling.
When everyone looked around, they saw Tezuka Kunimitsu, whose body was half withered and skeletal. Only his upper body was still flesh and blood, struggling to hold on.
This scene is too horrific.
"Gulong."
"It seems like it would be better if the whole body was frozen." Atobe wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
He still remembers the pain of being frozen.
But it's better than being turned into a skeleton.
The fight between the two sides continued. Under Jindai's offensive, Tezuka lost points continuously.
"Whoosh!" The tennis ball turned into a sword and flew high into the sky.
When you reach the high point, slowly descend towards Tezuka.
In an ordinary game, this is just an extremely ordinary lob that even gives away points.
But in this field, this lob is a weapon that can kill people.
Under the pull of the center of gravity, the sharp sword turned into a tennis ball pointed downwards, flashing with cold light.
Ordinary people might be frightened when they see it.
But Tezuka didn't.
Facing such a lob, he lowered his body, adjusted his breathing, took a step forward with his right foot, and stepped firmly on the ground, making a weird sound when his bones and joints collided.
Tezuka tried to lower his body's center of gravity because he knew that this was his chance to score.
"Whoa!" Above the blood sea, under the bloody sky, the sharp swords flashed with cold light, and then in the shocked eyes of countless people, they scattered into thousands of sharp swords like a goddess scattering flowers, and scattered toward Tezuka's half. go.
Along with the scream, Tezuka's body was penetrated by several sharp swords and nailed to the ground.
The blood mist evaporated again, the sword disappeared, and all wounds healed instantly.
But Tezuka's chest also turned into white bones.
Now, only his head is still alive with flesh and blood.
The referee felt his legs shaking.
Just because this game is too weird.
He announced the score immediately, fearing that in one second at night, Kamidaoran would erase himself from the world with his sword.
"Game, 5-1, Fudomine Kamishiro Blue is in the lead."
Kamishiro Ai won the serve easily, putting pressure on Tezuka.
"Whoops." However. After the score was announced, Tezuka was still lying on the ground, his chest heaving violently, his pupils dilated, and the image of sword blades falling in all directions and the bone-chilling pain kept appearing in his mind.
"Are you still happy with tennis now?" Kamishiro Ami's joking voice reached his ears. Tezuka raised his head, focused his eyes, and saw Kamishiro Ami's chilling smile.
This smile is like a cat playing with a small life, extremely cruel.
"Yes, I'm very happy." Tezuka raised the corners of his mouth and stood up slowly, his heart filled with an unprecedented satisfaction.
"The game is not over yet. You said so yourself. The game will not end until one party is completely reduced to bones."
On match point, Tezuka served.
"It's really crazy. He can still persist in the game. He is really a lunatic." Yushi Ninzu couldn't help but clenched his fists and cursed in a low voice.
I don't know whether it was Tezuka's persistence or his own cowardice that he was scolding.
He had completely lost his fighting spirit after seeing this bloody sea skill, but why could Tezuka stand up again and again?
"This is Tezuka." Atobe's eyes were bright: "There is another opponent among the opponents I want to defeat. I really want to fight a Kamidai like this. I will definitely fight to the end."
Listening to Atobe's words, Renzu couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
He seemed to understand.
Why is he always weaker than Atobe?
Inoue Mamoru: "Tezuka Kunimitsu, his fighting spirit is really surprising, and he is not forcing himself, but really enjoying the game."
(End of chapter)
