Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 235 The despair of death is beyond your comprehension

"Yajiujin, if that's all you need to do, then step back, at least you can still retain a bit of decency."'God Dai Lan' raised the corners of his mouth and said slowly.

"Tch." Hearing this, Akutsu clenched his racket in displeasure.

"Uh, this kind of tone. This kind of arrogance is quite similar to the minister." Kamio Akira looked at Dai Lan and said to himself.

"Shua." Yajiujin threw the ball, with focused eyes, and dunked it down hard.

With the explosion, the tennis ball hit the ground at a sharp angle and bounced high.

"It's too weak, Yakutsu." 'Kamidai Lan' caught it casually and hit a lob with a spin.

The moment the tennis ball flew high into the sky, it fell extremely fast.

"Damn it, you bastard!" Akutsu jumped up and swung the racket angrily.

But he saw 'Khendailan' with his back facing the net, kneeling on one knee, holding the racket in both hands to the left side of his chest.

"The unicorn landed." The light suddenly appeared, and the tennis ball turned into a flash of light and hit Akutsu's bottom line in the second half.

"15-0."

The atmosphere of the entire stadium became solidified.

"Possessing Shendailan's skills means that he can use all his skills." Gan Sadaharu said solemnly: "What's more, there are ghosts, and there may even be the existence of Shijie."

"No, Nioh's body can't support the transformation of Jindailan. Haven't you noticed that since just now, Nioh has been avoiding the use of ghosts as much as possible. Regardless of whether he has mastered the skills of Jindailan, his physical fitness is completely If you don’t meet the standard, you won’t be able to play the ultimate game of the Age of Gods.” Tezuka Kunimitsu shook his head.

"Being transformed into the Age of Gods made Nioh speed up the process of defeat."

"That's right, what Tezuka said is right." Fuji Shusuke opened his eyes, his blue eyes fixed on the freehand 'Kamidai Lan' in the field, and added: "Forcibly use your body to transform into a super-standard The Age of God will only accelerate the consumption of physical strength, once Akutsu notices the abnormality, it will be the end of the game."

Qian Zhenzhi nodded thoughtfully: "So that's the case, no wonder I feel that King Ren is also a little anxious."

"This game is very important to Li Haida. If he loses, Li Haida basically has no hope of winning. Now Nioh wants to rely on willpower to defeat the opponent."

"Game, 4-1, Lihai Daren Wang Masaharu is leading."

"Good job! King Ni, let's kill him in one go." Li Haida's side cheered.

"Why is this game not as intense as I thought?" The audience was a little upset.

From their point of view, Yakujin's outburst of Jianba's breath immediately withered within a round, and he was out of shape.

Nioh Masaharu sat back on the coach's bench, gulping down his drink, beads of sweat dripping down his neck.

"Can you still hold on?" Sanada asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, with an unbearable tone.

"Even if you can't, you have to persevere." King Ren covered his swollen arm, gritted his teeth and said, "We promised the minister, we must win!!"

Sanada's eyes faltered, his lips squirmed, and the last thousand words turned into a sigh.

Liu Lian'er's eyes were deep. He had already seen through everything. He stepped forward and said firmly, "King Ren, if you continue like this, your arm will be useless. Take some medicine."

"No." King Ren glanced at Fudo Peak indiscriminately.

Applying medicine is tantamount to revealing the truth, wouldn't all previous efforts be wasted?

Fudofeng coach seat.

Akutsu covered his head with a towel and said nothing.

Nanjiro picked his feet and said teasingly: "Hey, the iron-headed man was not afraid of the real one before, but he was afraid of the counterfeit. Was he afraid of being beaten last time?"

"Whispering!" Akutsu only felt his anger rising.

"Tch. Young people nowadays really don't know how to respect the old and love the young." Nanjiro patted Akutsu's shoulder with his feet-picking hand, and under the latter's murderous gaze, said: "It's normal for young people to be confused. , but, it would be shameful to be confused in front of pirated copies."

"Tch, I know, old man, you're really wordy!" Ajiujin suddenly picked up the racket, his eyes became fierce again, he turned his head to look at Dai Lan, and said wildly: "One day I will beat you! "

"Now, I'll get rid of this pirated one first!" After finishing speaking, he walked into the arena with the racket on his shoulders, a red aura erupted from his body surface, and ripples rippled around him.

"It's troublesome." Sanada and the others frowned.

"Don't worry, I can still fight." Masaharu Nioh stood up.

"Bang!" The tennis ball shuttled between the two again.

"Hey! With this face, playing this kind of ball really makes me want to hit a tennis ball in your face." Akutsu jumped into the air, stretched his body, and fell in a large font. At a certain height, The body twisted, and the right hand was drawn out like a sword blade.

"Bang!" The tennis ball was wrapped in a red atmosphere, instantly piercing through the racket in Masaharu Nioh's hand, hitting the ground hard, and after spinning wildly, it was embedded in the barbed wire like a sharp arrow.

"This" the audience was silent, only the 'God Dai Lan' who was covering his arms and trembling slightly.

Yakutsu's figure like a god of war was reflected in his pupils, and the pain from his arm made his breathing disordered and short of breath.

"Hey! Piracy, you don't even know how to play his game, so don't come here to embarrass yourself." Yakujin walked to the net with the racket, and the racket in his hand suddenly fell. In the midst of exclamation, the racket barely stopped at "Khendai Blue" ' above the forehead, the expression is rampant and arrogant.

"Obviously I have thought about such a scene countless times, but it really makes me sick to do it to you, a counterfeit." Yakutsu put away his racket and walked towards the backcourt.

"Your transformation is really in place. For a moment, it really made me feel like facing God's Generation Lan. However, the fear you bring to people is that you can't do it at all."

"Competing with him is like facing death itself. No matter how hard you try, you can't touch hope. As for you, tsk"

Akutsu touched his still beating heart in his chest, and the ultimate destructive power of Goddai Lan emerged in his mind.

"You're still a long way off, Nioh Masaharu."

"Om." Nioh Masaharu touched the transformation, with his hands hanging down, dripping with sweat.

He didn't speak, his eyes fixed on Yakutsu.

"Li Hai can't be defeated." He struggled to catch the beat and returned to the backcourt.

"Bang!" A new round of confrontation began, but this time, the situation was tilted towards Akutsu.

Yakujin showed his physical talent to the fullest, constantly catching up with the tennis ball, and hitting hard.

Nioh Masaharu struggled to support, and the excessive exhaustion of his physical strength made it difficult for him to even transform.

"The transformation of Shendailan is a double-edged sword." Liu Lian'er's face was complicated: "To be precise, it is more of a sword that is swayed towards oneself. This is the god of death. Don't try to imitate it, otherwise, you will surely perish."

"boom."

"Game, 6-4, Fudomine Akutsu wins."

"The current score is 2-1, Fudofeng leads."

As the last tennis ball turned into a white light and hit the bottom line, the game was officially declared over.

Next is the singles game.

"It's my turn." Genichiro Sanada took out his racket.

At the same time, Jindai Lan also stretched, and picked up the racket casually.

The eyes of both sides converge.

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(End of this chapter)