"Hey, Akutsu, you know Minister Jindai very well~~" Akutsu's words made the team members look at him with admiration, and they all joked: "Did you just call him minister?"
"Hey! Stupid." Akutsu turned his face to the side, and those who were careful noticed that Akutsu's neck was a little red.
"Hey, I can't even understand how to play tennis, so stop playing." Kamishiro Aoi held the racket and looked down at Kirihara.
Kirihara's fingers gripped the ground, and his joints made a cracking sound.
He slowly climbed up, his long hair covering his face. Blood dripped from his nostrils and fell to the ground.
"Hahahahaha." He shrugged his shoulders and let out a low and weird laugh.
A pair of scarlet pupils loomed between the bangs.
"You are dead, I will definitely destroy you! Destroy you completely!"
"Oh, to be honest, I'm not looking forward to it." Jindailan grabbed the snapping line, looking uninterested.
"Crack." Kirihara's fingers clenched the tennis ball tightly until the tennis ball was twisted and deformed.
"Knuckle serve." He showed a ferocious smile and threw the ball. The ball twisted and fell from the air. As the afterimage shook, the tennis ball was hit by the strange force towards Jindailan.
During the flight, the tennis ball twisted into an oval shape, like a suppressed beast, waiting for the opportunity to explode.
Akutsu didn't bother to say anything: "Hey, this kind of serve is just rubbish."
As one of the "victims" of the joint serve, Akutsu has every right to speak.
"Bang." The tennis ball hit the ground, and after spinning, it suddenly refracted in a weird arc and headed towards Kamishiro Lan's knees.
"That's not how tennis is played." As he sneered, the air flow surged, and then he saw a racket quietly printed on the tennis ball.
"Bang!" Under Kirihara's angry gaze, the tennis ball turned into a stream of light and hit his feet.
"Keke, you can actually hit back my knuckle serve, that's interesting." Kirihara smiled evilly, his eyes full of madness.
He jumped to the landing point, assumed a counterattack posture, stared at the tennis ball, and read the rotation on it, so that he could hit irregular tennis balls and continue to attack Jindailan's body.
"Top spin ball" Kirihara Akaya raised the corners of his mouth slightly and glanced at Dailan's body: "In that case, let's aim for your face."
"Tap, tap, tap." Kirihara took a step to the left, turned slightly sideways, put the racket face slightly downward, and raised his right hand.
To his surprise, the tennis ball spun strangely when it landed.
"boom!"
The tennis ball slashed across Kirihara's face, leaving a trail of blood.
"40-0."
"Tick tock." Blood slid down his face and dripped on the ground.
"Whoops."
Kirihara gasped suddenly and touched his face with his right hand, a slightly stunned expression appeared on his face.
Then it got crazier.
It seems that he has completely forgotten how the original God on behalf of Lan left him with fear.
"Die to me!!" He went completely crazy and served directly again.
This time, the ball still went towards Kamishiro Ami's knees.
At this time, except for Li Haidai, everyone else's expressions were a little ugly.
"This Kirihara is really too much. He keeps targeting the vulnerable parts." Kikumaru said with a dissatisfied look on his face: "This is basically intentionally hurting the body."
"His tennis is this kind of malicious tennis." Gan said solemnly, with contempt in his eyes: "This kind of violent tennis can easily destroy a person's tennis career."
"No, this is not violent tennis. I think you all know that the gods advocate violent tennis." Tachibana interrupted.
"However, the real violent tennis is tennis that is extremely destructive for the purpose of scoring and winning, rather than the malicious tennis that is purely for harming other people's bodies and destroying others."
"Tennis is not a tool to hurt people." Akutsu added with the corner of his mouth raised.
"That's right, so I didn't feel any interest from Jindai. On the contrary, I only felt a bone-chilling coldness. He felt disgust for Kirihara from the bottom of his heart." Tezuka Kunimitsu said in a deep voice: "Watch this scene carefully. This time The gods will not be as gentle as in the past, pushing the opponent to the limit step by step, but will use the most resourceful means to defeat the opponent."
Just as Tezuka said, after Kirihara issued this knuckle serve, Kamishiro Ai's eyes became a little colder.
"Kirihara Akaya. That's not how tennis is played." The next moment, a shadow slowly unfolded from behind Kamishiro Ai.
Tall and covered in black shadow, Senhan's eyes were revealed from under the mask.
A murderous aura full of violence erupted from the shadow.
"This is... Hollow!!" Echizen Ryoma took a deep breath, his eyes showing fear.
The aura of death carried by the void itself is pure and opposite to life, so when anyone sees the void, the first thought in their heart is definitely fear and escape.
The moment the shadow appeared, the scarlet red and bloodlust in Kirihara's eyes faded like a tide, and he shivered as his eyes turned black again, and his racket fell off to the ground.
"False flash!" The tennis ball turned into a shock wave, shining in the sky with dazzling white light, and instantly hit Kirihara's feet and disappeared into the jungle. With an explosion, a big tree slowly fell down as if it had lost its support, driving The earth shook.
Kirihara Akaya was blown away by the shock wave caused by the virtual flash, turned 360 degrees in the sky, and fell freely to the ground.
Yagyu and Sanada looked at each other, and one could see the shock and solemnity in each other's eyes: "He actually directly used such super-standard skills! Shouldn't he gradually gradually force Yuhara to use everything he has?"
"This is inconsistent with the Godly Blue we know."
Yanagi Renji: "Such a generation of gods is completely inconsistent with the data."
"Why don't we stop the game?"
Nioh Masaharu worriedly gave advice.
Sanada's eyes flickered, his lips wriggled, and finally he sighed: "This is Kirihara's opportunity to transform, let's see."
Kirihara has been sinking for too long. This is his only chance to find himself. Sanada doesn't want to miss it.
"Stupid guy." Akutsu smiled coldly: "Then prepare to watch this garbage be completely destroyed."
"Stand up." Kamishiro Ami looked at Kirihara lying on the ground. He said calmly.
Kirihara stood up with his arms on the ground and staggered a few steps, his eyes dull.
"It's time to change the field. It's 1-0 now." Jindailan walked towards Kirihara's half. Kirihara looked dull, his eyes lost their previous violence, and he stumbled towards his own half.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he has returned to his previous state.
"Hurry up and finish it." Jindai Lan lazily grabbed the capture line and stood loosely.
Kirihara silently took out a tennis ball and hit one with extremely poor quality.
"Bang!" The next moment, the tennis ball hit the baseline again.
"15-0."
Kirihara was unaware of the loss of points and repeated the weak serve like a kindergarten child.
"Game, 2-0, God Generation Blue leads."
In less than a minute, it came to the third game.
Kirihara continued to trade halves like a zombie.
"Bang bang bang." Jindailan served slowly and still scored easily.
"Game, 3-0, God's Generation Blue leads."
It's break time.
Li Hai's main candidate was a little unable to sit still.
"No, Kirihara has completely lost his fighting spirit."
"We can't keep fighting! This method won't work." Nioh punched the tree and said urgently.
(End of chapter)
