Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Let’s look at Takei Kenshi’s situation.

The effect of the ‘Art of Punishment’ is very objective.

With the Sharingan as the foundation and mental power as the means, it attacks the enemy's soul, soul, mind and other aspects.

Needless to say, dealing with the weak.

Even against the strong.

As a reborn person who has been born twice, Kitagawa Sora will not be afraid of anyone with his powerful spiritual power.

It is now 5 o'clock and is still growing.

Wait until later.

Even if he encounters Ochi Gekko, the 'spiritual assassin' in U17 who is famous for his strong mental power, Kitagawa Sora is confident and can win the battle.

...

Back to business.

After standing in front of the Internet, I watched Takei Takeshi's tragic situation.

Kitagawa Sora glanced towards the referee's seat.

"ah!"

"Please wait."

The profound sight shocked the referee.

With his mind trembling, he quickly got off the referee's bench and ran towards Takei Takeshi who was collapsed on the ground.

immediately.

After some pushing and slapping with hands and feet.

Looking at Takei Takeshi who was still in a coma, the referee couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"What happened just now?"

"This is too tragic."

The murmur in my heart.

It didn't affect his movements.

He shouted quickly.

"Takeshi Takei, I can't fight."

"competition is over."

"Lord Kitagawa wins."

Looking back, I passed by the sky of Beichuan.

His eyes were filled with fear and fear, mixed with flattery and admiration.

This man under dusk seemed like a great devil from the abyss of hell.

It brought fear and nightmares to everyone in the tennis club.

What just happened on the tennis court.

Naturally it makes him feel scared.

However.

It is the nature of Neon people to worship the strong.

But pleasing Kitagawa Sora was already his subconscious behavior.

...

And at this moment.

The voice from the referee finally broke the silence on the sidelines.

"Nani, what just happened?"

"Wuju...why did he collapse suddenly???"

"Damn it, it must be some damn kid who did it!"

"Is that guy really a human?"

"Devil, devil, how could we win."

...

obviously.

With their strength, they couldn't tell what exactly happened just now, but Takei Kenshi's tragic situation was truly obvious to all.

He's still unconscious now.

Not to mention the several hoarse screams just now.

The screams that almost broke his throat.

There are also those distorted facial features, a miserable complexion, bulging eyes that are about to explode, and a body that is trembling with fear.

It has all turned into a terrifying portrait, deeply engraved in everyone's hearts.

Unforgettable.

Just now, when thinking about it, everyone can't help but tremble with fear.

That, is a nightmare.

However.

For them, the most terrifying thing is that this 'nightmare' is not over yet.

It's even possible that the next 'victim' is yourself.

at this time.

The call from hell sounded again.

"Carry it away, next one."

brush!

next moment.

Everyone's faces turned pale and distorted.

He looked up and stared at the Demon King standing under the dusk with frightened eyes.

brush!

Another neat and uniform movement.

As Kitagawa Sora pointed his racket, everyone subconsciously stepped back one after another.

Exposed Yamato Yudai and Ryuzaki Sumire.

at this time.

They could no longer care about anything else, they only thought about how to escape and survive from the clutches of the big devil in front of them.

"Um?"

Looking at the movements of this group of people, Kitagawa Sora said "hmm" in confusion.

But I didn't expect it.

A monosyllabic modal particle.

Once again, the tennis club members retreated in panic.

This time.

Even the real-life duo sitting next to them watching the show were speechless.

His face is full of black lines with real horns and big bones.

He now realized how unbearable the tennis club led by Sumire Ryuzaki was.

And Makoto Reiko couldn't help but say.

"Uncle, is this a member of the tennis club?"

"No wonder Kitagawa-kun wants to reform the tennis club."

immediately.

The girl's gaze turned to Kitagawa Sora.

The eyes are filled with complex emotions, including admiration, curiosity, understanding, doubt, surprise, and admiration...

Just over an hour passed.

Makakureiko gained a truth.

——Kitagawa Sora.

——This boy is so special!

...

at this time.

With the dramatic scene in front of me.

The first-year group on the sidelines already understood that the victory belonging to the freshmen was already unstoppable.

They all looked at Kitagawa Sora with adoring eyes.

Their god!

He was overjoyed and made no secret of it.

And the other side.

Sumire Ryuzaki, who had a dull face, had lost her voice.

she knows.

He has completely failed.

This first-year guy on the court.

What a monster.

Staring at the figure of the great devil galloping across the field, invincible and invincible, Ryuzaki Sumire's expression was a little dazed.

Vaguely.

She seemed to have traveled through time.

I went back to the time when I first met that guy.

The same invincibility, the same unstoppability.

A talent beyond the ordinary.

Bottomless strength.

The future cannot be explored to the limit.

"Another... Nanjiro..."

Whisper, murmur.

There was a hint of bitterness in Sumire Ryuzaki's voice, a deep sense of unwillingness, and a complicated meaning that was difficult to understand.

She knew that she had met a similar genius.

It's a pity that Kitagawa Sora doesn't belong to her this time.

The legendary samurai——Echizen Nanjiro.

For some reason, Sumire Ryuzaki missed her former disciple.

The guy who said he wanted to dominate the world, but just when he was about to take the final step, he quietly disappeared.

...

Look back to the field.

Looking at Sumire Ryuzaki who was lost in memories.

Next to him, Yamato Yudai shook his head slightly and gave up the idea of ​​calling.

After looking at his right elbow.

There is a definite look in his eyes.

immediately.

A brushing sound.

Yamato Yudai stood up straight away, took off the school team uniform he was wearing, and put it on the chair.

Then he took the tennis racket next to him in his hand.

Hold your head high, chest out, and walk towards the court.

Yamato Yudai wearing sunglasses.

Under this sunset and dusk, move forward indomitably.

Everyone loses, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter that everyone is scared.

Even though we know that Kitagawa Sora can't be defeated, it doesn't matter either.

Yamato Yudai only knew that he had to go on the field and fight with all his strength.

After all, he is the leader of the Qingxue Tennis Club.

Whether it was his own heart or the responsibility of the head of the tennis department, he could not retreat.

Let alone fleeing without a fight.

You know, when Yamato Yudai took over the position of director, he vowed to lead the Seigaku Tennis Club to regain its glory.

Therefore.

brush!

Yamato Yudai suddenly raised his head and stared at Kitagawa Sora.

The steps under my feet were sonorous and powerful.

The current Qingxue Tennis Club, the last perseverance.

——Secretary of the Divine Stick, Yamato Yudai.

Come on!