Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

On the side of the Yamabuki Junior High School representative team.

"What a stunning young man~!"

He slowly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light seemed to flash in his cloudy eyes.

Ban Tianqian couldn't help but smack his lips and exclaimed.

After that.

But a sense of helplessness emerged in his heart.

It was helpless that Akutsu was discovered too late, and there were too few geniuses in the Yamabuki Junior High School tennis team.

After all, to be honest, no tennis coach doesn't want to coach a talented player.

[Sure enough, luck can't be forced! ]

[Ryuzaki Sumire is really lucky...]

But the next moment.

Ban Tianqian was a little unhappy.

Well, when the samurai Echizen Nanjiro was coached by Ryuzaki Sumire, this kind of unhappiness had already existed.

Let's not talk about this for now.

On the court.

"You have become stronger."

"Very good!"

Akutsu moved his wrists a few times evilly.

His eyes were filled with irrepressible excitement and strong aggression.

It was as if the stronger the prey, the happier he was.

As for the goal lost after the brief collision, he didn't care much.

The next moment.

Kitagawa stretched out a finger.

"Senior Akutsu, you still have three balls."

"After that, I will go all out."

The voice was not particularly loud, but it was filled with unparalleled confidence.

Like a young devil, and like an unrivaled hero king.

The momentum filled the entire court in an instant.

"Hehe..."

Grinning.

The white teeth looked crystal clear under the bright sunlight.

Just like a tyrant looking at the king.

Then.

Akutsu turned back to the receiving position.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

As the crisp clapping sound reverberated over the court again.

A murderous aura seemed to rise to the sky.

In a flash, it collided with Beichuan's momentum.

Boom! ! !

In an instant.

The violent collision set off a series of boiling air waves.

Invisible shock waves spread in circles in all directions.

In the meantime.

Beichuan also completed the serve.

But this time, he just hit an ordinary flat ball.

Seeing this.

Step!

He took a step back and clenched the racket in his hand.

Akutsu's eyes seemed to be shrouded in blood.

Indistinctly.

It seemed that countless white silk threads could be seen around him and on the entire court from all directions.

The scarlet air turned into thick fog like a burning breath and covered it one after another.

And in this blood mist.

A figure leaped up.

The racket in his hand swung like a tyrant's killing weapon.

"Blood plague!"

Bang!

After a crisp collision sounded.

A blood-red blade flashed by.

As for the silk threads, they were entangled with the tennis ball one after another as it moved forward.

"New ball skills~"

Looking up at the ball.

Under Beichuan's eyes, a blood-red vortex was rushing towards this side.

It seemed that if it hit, it would be swallowed up instantly.

"Only two are left."

Beichuan slowly closed his left eye.

There seemed to be a black flame flashing in his right eye.

At the same time.

The racket in his hand was also placed diagonally in front of him.

Wow!

A surging breath instantly rose from the arm holding the racket and the racket like an extreme black flame.

As it swayed, it seemed as if the void was burned and pierced.

Swish.

The right foot rotated slightly on the spot, causing the body to rotate slightly sideways.

Boom!!!

The next moment.

The tennis ball hit the ground violently with a huge shock wave.

Dust flew and sand and gravel splashed.

A stream of scarlet light shot up directly, pointing directly at Kitagawa.

"Amaterasu!"

A voice without any emotion came out of Kitagawa's mouth.

In a flash.

The racket in his hand hit the tennis ball with lightning speed.

Boom!!!

Another fierce roar sounded.

Whoosh!

Along with this, a huge shock wave rushed directly to the opposite side.

"What?!"

The pupils shrank suddenly.

Akutsu frowned slightly.

Although this move is not his strongest one.

But it is also a move that was polished under the guidance of Echizen Nanjiro.

At the moment, it did not cause any trouble to Kitagawa.

But in the next second.

AkuJin relaxed his brows.

His eyes seemed to be dancing with the fire of the underworld.

He held the racket with one hand, and rushed towards the tennis ball like a deformed beast.

"It's my turn!"

With a grim smile, Akutsu jumped directly into the air and spun in a spiral in the air.

His deformed body quickly returned to its original position.

Step!

Chi Chi...

He landed and turned his back.

The racket in his hand hit the tennis ball firmly.

"Naraku!"

The moment the voice fell.

It seemed as if a huge crack was cut on the court.

Endless hell breath, terrifying wailing sound, boundless darkness, and endless evil!

However.

Just like before.

The tennis ball did not leave the racket immediately.

Instead, it spun wildly on the racket face in Akutsu's hand.

The black flames gradually spread.

Amidst the piercing hissing sounds.

The strings on the racket face became more and more twisted.

Thum!

Thum, thump, thump...

The black flames were raging, and the strings broke one after another.

As for the huge crack, the breath of hell, the sound of wailing, darkness and evil were all twisted.

Then they were swallowed up and burned by the black flames.

Whoosh!

Boom! ! !

Until the last string broke.

Like a charred meteorite, the tennis ball flew through.

Then it fell directly on the court.

Instantly.

Dust waves rose, space twisted, and sand and gravel splashed.

A shocking deep pit loomed in it.

Quiet!

Incomparably quiet!

Everyone stared at the two people on the court in a daze.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously.

"Gurgle..."

"Is this still tennis?!"

"Compared to them, those junior high school players are just like chickens fighting each other."

"Apart from the strong sense of danger, it's just like a visual feast!!!"

"..."

It wasn't until the referee on the podium blew the whistle that the discussion gradually began.

"Senior Akutsu."

"Only one ball left."

"Use whatever moves you have."

Ignoring the uproar of the discussion, Kitagawa looked at Akutsu across from him with a smile and said softly.

It was as if he had just warmed up.