"Being able to compete with such an opponent is truly a blessing in life." Tezuka slapped the tennis ball, and his body's flawless light suddenly bloomed.
The sea of blood surged, the place shook, and the blood mist quickly swallowed up the light.
"Completely suppress the opponent, completely heal and turn into bones. This is a field similar to an arena. Swastika, it's really out of reach." Tezuka's eyes flashed, and he suddenly threw the ball: "But, witnessing is out of reach. The future is also a joy.”
Bend your knees and buckle down.
The tennis ball spun and condensed into a pneumatic drill, which rushed towards Jindailan.
"Tezuka, it's rare to be able to persist here. I see your love for tennis."
Facing the fierce serve, Jindailan stood firm and suddenly clapped his hands with his hands, his eyes deep.
"But that's it. I'll wait for you in the future."
As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce momentum suddenly erupted from Shendai Lan's body.
A sword light shot up into the sky and instantly tore a hole in the sea of blood.
Sunlight is absorbed through the cracks and shines on the site, bringing long-lost warmth and dispelling the uneasiness of the audience.
The gentle figure behind Kamdairan became solid, his hair flew, and his temperament suddenly changed. It was like an unsheathed sword, with the sharpness to pierce everything.
"Kendo." Irie Kanata's eyes were full of inexplicable meaning, and he couldn't help but murmured to himself.
In the world of Prince of Tennis, kendo also exists.
For example, Tatekai's Sanada studied kendo for a period of time and integrated it into tennis.
As for Kamishiro Blue, the master of the swastika, Unohana Retsu was the previous Kenpachi. In addition to the ability of the Zanpakutō, the strongest thing is the invincible swordsmanship.
Unstoppably sharp.
Enough to cut through everything!
At this moment, Shendailan's whole body seemed to have turned into a sword.
"Bang." The tennis ball fell to the ground, splashing a large amount of blood, and roared towards Kamidaoran.
"Click."
Jindailan took a step forward, the sound of crisp footsteps echoed throughout the stadium, and the sounds of the entire world seemed to be blocked. The only sound left was the sound of blood dripping down the shoes.
"laugh."
The racket was raised, and the moment it collided with the tennis ball, there was no dull blow, but instead the sound of being pierced by a sharp object.
The shadow behind him opened his arms, and the sword blade passed through his hand.
"Whoosh." The tennis ball was swallowed up by the white blade in an instant and passed over the net.
"Kacha." The net below was torn directly from it and completely collapsed.
The light flashed away.
Looking again, Tezuka's head had been penetrated by a sharp sword.
His head began to turn into bones.
A pair of eyes finally turned into a faint white fire, which could be extinguished at any time.
"Is this the way of the sword?" Tezuka's brain stopped in that flash of light.
Integrating kendo into tennis, is this the hidden power of swastika?
Different from the previous swastika, this is an auxiliary swastika whose main attack is kendo.
Tezuka's body lost its support and fell to the ground.
Can you still stand up?
He couldn't move his whole body, but the faint fire in his eyes was still flickering.
His indomitable will still burns brightly.
But.
It only lasted three seconds.
"When you are completely reduced to bones, you will no longer have the strength to continue fighting, and the swastika will be lifted."
When Tezuka lost consciousness, the sea of blood began to disappear and the sky became clear again.
The stadium has also returned to its former appearance, the smell of blood in the air has disappeared, and the flowing blood has quietly disappeared.
Smelling the fragrant air at the tip of the nose, everyone feels like they are in another world.
as if.
Everything they saw before was just their imagination.
What they thought was a game simply didn't exist.
Just looking at the game panel, the 5-1 score above is so dazzling.
Also remind them.
The sea of blood before was not an illusion.
The referee rubbed his eyes hard and took several deep breaths of air. He didn't stop until he couldn't help coughing.
He looked at the panel doubtfully, and then at Tezuka who was lying on the ground. He didn't dare to look at Kamishiro Ai, and tentatively said: "Tezuka-san, Tezuka-san, can you still compete?"
The query went unanswered.
"It's over. He won't wake up in a short time." Jindailan grabbed the capture line and walked slowly towards the rest area: "It is his limit to be able to persist here."
For national-level players like Tezuka, swastika is completely a dimensionality reduction attack.
If it hadn't been for the beating of Kamishiro Blue, Tezuka would have turned into a vegetative state long ago.
"Since Seishun Academy Tezuka Kunimitsu is unable to compete, this match will be won by Fudomine Kamidai Aoi."
"Game, 3-2, Fudomine wins."
As the results of the competition were announced, cheers erupted from the Fudomine side.
"Fudoho~~Fudoho~~" The cheerleaders headed by Kikyo cheered, and the Fudoho students who came to watch were even more excited.
Previously, the performance of the Fudomine Tennis Club had been so bad that these students were unwilling to watch the games.
Now, with the rise of Fudoho, students have begun to come voluntarily to watch Fudoho games and take pride in them.
Fudomine told other junior high schools with its strong regional and metropolitan championships.
Fudomine is coming!
Fudo Peak is very strong this year!
"It's over, a very interesting game." Oni Jujiro took a long breath: "No wonder the coach asked us to come to Fudamine. Maybe it will be interesting next time."
"Well, to be honest, I don't really want to play ball with Jindai Blue." Irie said pretending to be weak.
"Let's go, we will visit Fudomine tomorrow." Oni Jujiro turned around and left with long strides.
"Fudoho is the champion. It's not unexpected. It's time to go. The ranking in the Tokyo Tournament is not important. The next Kanto Tournament is the time for our Hyokui to show off." Atobe smiled and flipped his hair.
"There is less than a month left. During this period, we Hyotei will close the school as before Fudomine and prepare seriously for the Kanto Competition." Atobe left with graceful steps, followed by the main candidates.
"Next time we meet again, I will definitely not lose my fighting spirit easily." Yushi Ninzu looked deeply at Dai Lan, then turned to follow Atobe.
Echizen Ryoma's house.
Nanjiro was lying on his side on the tatami, seemingly flipping through a magazine, but in fact there was a radio hidden in the magazine.
"I can't believe it. It's unreasonable. Jindailan actually turned the entire venue into a sea of blood. In the sea of blood, he, Tezuka, even you and I are so small."
"Appeared! Appeared! With this terrifying sword intent, Jindailan must be a swordsman master. His sword intent is unstoppable. Just by looking at it, I even felt like my eyes were pierced."
"Appeared, this sword that cut off the sea of blood. For a moment, I even forgot that I was watching a tennis match. I thought it was a life and death fight. Tezuka-san fell, and his head was pierced, turning into Bones are broken! It’s too bloody and cruel. What kind of game is this?”
"Oh my God?! Huh? What happened? The sea of blood disappeared, everything disappeared, everyone was intact, and the air was very fresh. I heard the crisp chirping of birds, ah!! My head, my ears, What did I see before and what did I hear!!!”
Listening to the collapsed commentary on the radio, Nanjiro twitched the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself: "This kid's swastika is really scary. He has never used this move against me before. Tsk tsk tsk, but Tezuka's The kid is also very good, he can persist for such a long time~~There are so many geniuses in tennis today~~"
"Uncle, if you care about Ryoma's game, you can listen openly and openly, no need to secretly." Nanako Echizen came to Nanjiro at this time and said teasingly.
Nanjiro hurriedly closed the magazine and said with a blushing face: "Hey~~ I don't care about that brat!"
(End of chapter)
