The God of Destruction

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A breeze blew past.

Taocheng Wu was sweating all over his face, and his hands were shaking in pain, unable to hold the tennis racket at all.

Gui Shijiro looked at Taocheng Wu gloomy, and Shen Sheng said, "Don't struggle anymore, your wrist passes the ball just now, and it's completely useless!"

There was a sudden uproar around.

No one thought that Taocheng Wu would be killed by a ball in seconds.

"One blow smashed Taocheng's wrist? Spike!"

"Oh, is the opponent too strong? This power is exaggerated!"

"Is this the strength of U-17 field five? It's really powerful?"

A group of people around was riotous.

The smile on Pan Chen's face was also stagnant. Is this force simply a force?

There seems to be no gas application at all.

"Taocheng ..." he whispered.

Taocheng in the tennis court still didn't give up. He gritted his teeth and picked up the tennis ball with his arm, toward the ghost ten jiro who was about to leave.

His words were intermittent, breathing a little, and the cold sweat on his forehead kept flowing down, falling on the corner of his raised mouth.

Everyone was stunned and looked at Taocheng. Do you still have to insist on this?

"Peach City ?!"

"Senior Peach ...!"

Guijujiro whispered in a low voice, stupid.

Then he went back, "Ready?"

"bring it on!"

Taocheng Wu embraced the tennis racket, arched his body and took a posture to catch the ball.

"Stupid! Invincibility and perseverance have no effect at all!" Guijuro roared wildly.

Boom!

The tennis ball hit the chest of Taocheng Wu's hands hard, as if being hit hard by a heavy hammer, and only felt a pain in the heart.

A back, jaife! ! !

Taocheng Wu flew away from the distance and fell to the ground.

The tennis racket suddenly exploded into the distance. He could feel his arms rattle, and his muscles came again with a tear-like pain. .

"Is this the original jaife? !!!" He bit the tennis racket and continued to play.

Boom!

This time, Taocheng Wu was about to catch the tennis racket. After all, his hands were relaxed and he moved quickly.

Unfortunately, the speed of this ball is also very fast, and the tennis ball turned into a heavy hammer.

boom!

The tennis racket was hit directly by a heavy hammer, and the entire tennis ball was almost broken and flew out fiercely, hitting the far corner with a click, and marking a shocking mark on the ground.

But he still continued.

Pan Chen also saw the doorway at this time, Gui Shijiro has been merciless under his hands, it can be said to inspire Taocheng Wu's fighting spirit.

And instructing his real jaife how to use it.

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Maybe he should also take a shot, otherwise, as the boss of Taocheng Wu, this is not the case!

Boom!

Another goal.

This time, Taocheng Wu did n’t bite the tennis racket, but held it in his arms, but he still could n’t resist it. The tennis racket fell to the ground. His whole pupil of his painful bowed body was a little loose. No sound.

But he was very tough, "No scrutiny, let's call over !!!"

His strong fighting spirit shocked everyone's position.

Everyone around shook his head and sighed. Sanada Yuichiro said lowly, "I'm out of luck."

"Indeed, Taocheng Wu, who uses jaife as a trick, has no suspense against jaife users who are twice as powerful and powerful as themselves."

Xingcun glanced at the camera at a high place. "It's not so much luck, it's better to say that everything is in the calculation. It is to give our middle school students a dismount."

When Pan Chen heard this, there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Boom! ! !

The tennis ball smashed hard again.

Taocheng Wu ’s extremely responsive arms blocked his heart. The tennis racket was on the top. The whole person took a full defensive posture. Just after the posture was set, it felt like the arms were hit by the train, and the bones made a painful crisp sound. Some are overwhelmed.

And he glide towards the back, pulling a black mark on the ground.

6: 0!

There is a final goal in the game.

This is not the rule of the regular game, it is the rule of grabbing 7 innings, only need to play 7 goals. Once the score differs by two points, the high scorer wins, and if only one point is left, the game continues.

"Ahhhhhhh !!" Taocheng Wu got up from the ground, holding the tennis racket in both hands, stood up and rushed to the tennis racket, raised his right hand, and blasted in the direction where the tennis ball was about to fall.

jaife! !

"Even if I can win a goal !!"

"Can you hold it?" Gui Jujiro grinned, and Bai Sensen's teeth made people feel cold in the sun.

It was just a moment when the tennis ball landed.

The muscle contour of his right arm suddenly flashed a hint of black, and the fierce bulged like an explosion.

"Stop thinking!"

boom! !

Tennis suddenly went to a huge explosive club.

With a loud bang, the tennis ball slammed on Taocheng Wu's tennis racket. He screamed in pain. The whole person fell back on the ground, sweating and bleeding.

7: 0! !

The game is over.

Guijujiro moved his wrist and made a clicking sound.

Around him, u-17 high school students alternated with a sneering smile.

"It's really miserable. After all, the middle school students are only at this level."

Taocheng Wu did not refute, he was already so painful to climb that he could only cover his forehead and kept breathing.

A burst of cold wind blew away, dispersing his cold sweat.

"What's your name?" Guijujiro put the tennis racket on his shoulder and grinned: "Oh, ruin my string with the last jaife. I'm qualified to let me know your name."

"His name is Taocheng Wu." Pan Chen walked slowly, looked down at the embarrassed Taocheng Wu.

"Although you want to teach Taocheng martial arts skills, but some are over, as his boss" he reached out and ticked, "should teach you a trick!" ..