"To be honest, your deep motivation is too rough." Jindailan grabbed the snap line, with a cruel arc at the corner of his mouth.
"It's unfortunate for tennis to hurt people with this kind of tennis ball."
"Violent tennis is art."
Kamishiro Blue waved the racket and whispered: "Cry, Gray Cat."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jindailan's racket seemed to be cast in a gray shadow, which was particularly obvious under the sunlight.
Yanagi Renji: "Here comes the initiator of the Age of Gods, the Whispering Gray Cat? This is a brand new initiator. It's hard to imagine why he always has so many skills."
"Nioh, you must be trying hard to imitate the gods. Is there any progress?" Marui Bunta asked curiously.
Nioh Masaharu is the player with the strongest imitation ability he has ever seen.
Not so much imitation.
It’s better to say that I completely transformed into that person.
Even to the point of confusing the real with the fake.
Therefore, Niou also has the title of Trickster.
Hearing Marui Bunta's question, everyone else in Tatekai also pricked up their ears.
They are all curious whether Nioh, who can transform into anyone in their minds, can master the skills of Kamidai Ami.
To their disappointment, Nioh shook his head with a heavy tone.
"If it was just a regular version of God's Generation, it would be possible, but the physical exertion is completely uncontrollable. I might not have the strength to pick up the racket after one or two games."
"regular version?"
"Kamidai Blue without Haigai, Swastika and Kidō is what I call the normal version." Nioh's words made everyone's hearts drop to the extreme.
"Is there any breakthrough progress before the end of the Kanto Competition?" Liu Renji asked calmly.
"It's difficult, so I have to watch more of his games. Once I find the secret of Shikai, I may have a big breakthrough." Nioh Masaharu said solemnly.
"Kamidai's skills are different in every game, which shows that he is far from using his true strength. Nioh, as long as you can imitate a skill, we will be more confident in this Kanto Tournament." Sanada said solemnly. road.
For the team members, this was the first time they heard Sanada say such unconfident words.
As the emperor of Rikkai, Sanada has always had a domineering and confident image in the past.
But now, everyone also feels hesitation and hesitation.
Sanada has changed.
No, I should say.
It turns out that the emperor who built the sea was also afraid.
"Is it better to use the first solution? Shencheng, you have to hold on." A trace of worry appeared on Huacun Aoi's expression.
Just in time to be noticed by Kamishiro Reiji who turned his head.
Coach, are you worried that I will hurt him?
Your most perfect work is me!
He looked at Kamidaoran again, and the mist that appeared on him was mysterious, strange, and unpredictable.
"Mysterious." He snorted coldly and crossed his arms again.
The tennis ball was thrown up and then slammed down.
"Bang." After landing, the tennis ball headed towards Jindai Lan's cheek again.
"Ha." The corner of Jindai Lan's mouth curled up in an unstoppable arc, and the next moment, a gray smoke erupted from the tennis ball.
"Bang." The tennis ball was submerged in the smoke, and all the power and spin seemed to be melted instantly.
There was no sound of hitting the ball or hitting the net, just deathly silence.
Until one second later, the tennis ball flew towards Kamijo Reiji at a faster speed.
"He actually cracked my deep motivation?!" Kamishiro Reiji's eyes couldn't hide the horror, and there was even a hint of frustration.
"So what if I crack it, I can still defeat you!!"
Eager to express himself more than anything else, Reiji Kamijo widened his eyes, took a step forward, crossed his hands next time, and adjusted his breathing.
"Deep power!" With the roar, the arm racket suddenly swung out.
"Kamidai Lan! Die!" His eyes were crazy, as if he had seen the scene where Jindai Lan was hit.
However, the next moment, the tennis ball, which was supposed to fly accurately and fall into the racket, suddenly turned into a mist, lingering around it.
A line of blood burst out from the outside of his arm, and blood flew into the sky, flying past a pair of stunned and horrified pupils.
"Click." The racket was released and hit the ground with a crisp sound.
"Bang." This was followed by the crisp sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground.
"Oops. Why are you injured? It's strange." Jindailan said with a smile.
"30-15."
The referee trembled and announced the score.
"Uh, Kamishiro-san, can you still compete?" The referee looked at Kamishiro Reiji who was covering his arm, his eyebrows jumping wildly.
The blood stains on the ground were so shocking. No one knew what happened and how Kamijo Reiji was injured.
It would be unreasonable to regard this ball as malicious harm to the body.
"I'm fine!" Kamijo Reiji's eyes suddenly became fierce and his breathing became rapid.
"Why did the ball turn into smoke?!" Everyone on the sidelines rubbed their eyes, looking in disbelief.
"All I saw was Kamijiro's racket swung into the smoke and his arm got hurt."
"Look at the blood flying, it's really scary!"
"Is this magic?"
There was chaos in the audience.
Everyone's expressions were filled with astonishment.
Among them are many people who have seen several games of God's Generation Blue.
"Is it dust?" Liu Lian'er's eyes flashed, and his brain analyzed all possibilities at a rapid speed.
"Use your ability to control the airflow to roll up dust, thereby bringing up smoke. When the tennis ball flies over the net, the rotation of the ball drives the dust. At the same time, due to the high-speed rotation, the moisture on the surface of the ball is evaporated into weapons, forming smoke."
"First, the refraction of light caused Kamishiro Reiji to make an error in judging the ball's landing point. In this way, the tennis ball was submerged in the smoke and disappeared from sight, but in fact, the tennis ball had landed at a different landing point and was scratched by ejection. arm."
"Look at Kamishiro Reiji's arm. There is a long scratch. It can be seen that it was caused by a tennis ball passing quickly from bottom to top. Although the wound looks like it bled a lot, it is actually a flesh wound."
"What a weird skill." Marui Bunta couldn't help but sigh.
"Hiss." Feeling the slight pain in his right arm, Kamijo Reiji took a breath.
"The most perfect work, nothing more than that." Kamidaoran chuckled.
"Bastard!" Hearing this, Kamijo Reiji lost his mind and his pupils turned red.
"Deep power!" He teed off angrily. But no matter what the spin was, Jindailan just made a free throw, and the tennis ball was immediately counterattacked easily.
No matter how angry he was or how hard he used force, the result was exactly the same.
"Am I really not as good as him?"
"No! I am Coach Huacun's most perfect work!"
Kamijo Reiji's eyes became crazy, his body seemed to have exceeded a limit, and he waved a large phantom with his right hand.
"Super, deep power!" With the roar, the tennis ball flew towards Jindailan like a cannon. The moment it landed, it hit Jindailan's neck at a speed far faster than before.
The neck is a very fragile part of the human body. If it is hit, it will cause death or injury.
"Don't tarnish violent tennis." Jindailan's eyes became dangerous, and smoke filled his mouth as he murmured.
"Tsk." A wound appeared from Kamijo Reiji's left arm, dripping with blood.
"Game, 2-0, Fudomine Kamishiro Blue is in the lead."
Kamidaoran's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
When Reiji Kamijo's tennis ball was aimed at the neck, the nature of the game had changed.
"Get ready for a gorgeous ending." Jindailan's right hand brushed the tennis racket, as if cherry blossoms were falling.
(End of chapter)
