The God of Destruction

"Smash me!" Songping shouted.

The bang of the tennis ball turned into a black shadow and rushed to Pan Chen.

At a distance of three meters, the tennis ball bounced directly to Pan Chen's face at the moment it bounced on the ground. The tennis ball made a whistling sound in the air, like a high-speed rotating drill.

He used 70% of the power in this blow. Under normal circumstances, this flare can easily knock down people. Even in the u-17 standby, few people in 13 games can receive it. Come to see Pan Chen will definitely nosebleeds. But even if it is so, it is still the effect of his staying power. This trick Songping also saved the meaning of temptation. In case Pan Chen's skills are insufficient, it is not good to beat people into serious injuries.

It is the style of Songping to habitually attack from the front of the opponent and use his high explosive skills to knock down the opponent.

It is also the reason why other people exclaimed when he saw him playing before.

The tennis ball turned hard against Pan Chen's face. He smiled. The junior high school student is a junior high school student, too weak.

And at this moment, there was a soft bang in the ear.

Song Ping only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and there was no tennis figure in his eyes. He was slightly startled, and some did not react.

"Be careful!"

As soon as the voice fell, a loud bang sounded again, and the tennis ball appeared in front of him in an instant, and then kept zooming in, hitting the bridge of his nose fiercely.

Bang-blood spilled!

Song Ping stumbled backwards and stumbled back a few steps. His body fell straight and fell to the ground. He fell to the ground and looked at Pan Chen, "This ball .... How fast?"

It's not just him, the alternates around u-17, and Sasuke who is watching the game are dull.

As soon as the alternates opened their mouths to remind him, they were swallowed back, and Sasuke stretched his hand to scratch his hair, hanging his hands in mid-air and not knowing how to put it.

The alternates looked at each other, not knowing how to react.

For a while, the alternate location was quiet, and no one spoke at all.

No one thought that Songping would actually lose to a junior high school student.

"It's beautiful! Haha!" The junior high school students laughed instead. Before watching Songping's posture, he thought he was a master, but he was defeated by Pan Chen.

"Look at his clumsy look, I'm afraid I can't even find the ball!"

"But Pan Chen is merciful, and he is so small !!"

The junior high school students talked indiscriminately, and they were all talking.

Taocheng Wu smiled proudly, "Boss, good job!"

Kakihara sarcastically sneered towards Sasuke, "How!"

Sasuke's face was still not recovered, he said in a deep voice, "very strong!"

"Are you convinced now?" Chihara Chi laughed.

"I just convinced him and took the lead in you, yuck!"

The smile on Chihara Chiya's face froze for a moment, and instantly turned crimson, "Asshole, I want the blood to stain you !!!"

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"Huh, come !!!" Sasuke sneered and walked towards the tennis court.

"Death!" Qi Yuanqi also walked towards that side.

After that, they started their own competitions. Everyone was looking for their opponents and showed their strengths one by one. This is a brand new place. Although they are all junior high school students, they are not the targets of united front, but competitors.

So everyone is wantonly showing their strength.

On the tennis court, Pan Chen walked down, showing no signs of physical exertion.

He walked over slowly, it seemed that he just went up a little to warm up, but in fact it was so, standing next to Fujio.

Around the circle, he shook his head.

These people are too weak, and the circle around them, including Sasukebe, is poor and pitiful. They still stay at the level of ordinary people. Whoever has strong muscle strength, fast speed, and strong skills, has a big win rate.

Pan Chen, Xingcun, Sanada are far worse than them.

Can't comprehend the aura can never exceed them in a lifetime, let alone reach the first few fields, which makes Pan Chen a little disappointed, it seems that these low-level fields have no noticeable opponents.

"Do you know much about the aura?" The voice of the trace department sounded in Pan Chen's ear.

Pan Chen looked over, and the trace was still the same as before, with a light fragrance on her body, and the wax was not as good as usual, and her skin was as white as snow and fat, as fair as a woman, and she looked like a handsome teenager. .

"Don't you know it too?" Pan Chen smiled.

The voices of the two were not loud, but all the people around them heard this sentence, and they both raised their ears quietly.

"Uncle Ben's evolution is thousands of miles a day, I can strengthen that kind of thing a lot, are you interested in trying it? Evolution of the Ice World-Kingdom of Trace Department!" Trace Department smoothed the black hair leaking from his forehead with his hand Shao looked at Pan Chen and said.

Pan Chen also smiled and stared back at him.

"A little interested, what surprises will happen in your Kingdom of Trace Department."

There is a slight arc in the corner of his mouth. His current application to the gas field is only a simple application. How to explore and develop it, we still need to engage with people to understand.

And he can also feel the kind of cold aura on the body, which is the most critical.

Comprehending the aura is just the first step, and we have already sat there, but it is the hardest to want to have your own characteristics.

Bang--

Suddenly they interrupted the conversation with a soft sound, and Sasuke flew out directly, his knees red and swollen.

Obviously, Qi Yuanyuan also learned badly enough.

"Are you convinced now?" Chihara Chi laughed, and clutched a tennis racket on his shoulder with his right hand.

"Damn!" Sasuke's face was angry.

"You are so superficial, Sasabbe, you can easily end without measuring the strength of your opponent. This result is also expected!" A voice sounded out of thin air.

The crowd separated. On the steps of the central road, three people in red and white uniforms walked down, talking about a cute teenager with short brown curly hair and round eyes.

And beside him was a muscular burly red-haired strong man and a slender indifferent man. ..