Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 297 Desperate division, shock, the blue wall standing on the court
"This goal should be enough to gain a foothold in the U17." Looking at the moving Thunder, everyone who has been to the U17 was silent.

During the U17 period, they saw the gap between themselves and the top players, saw multi-ball consecutive hits, and even saw light hitting/different dimensions.

These are areas that they cannot touch at this stage.

Now, however, they have seen a skill comparable to light hitting in a young man of the same age, no, a young man who is younger than them and has younger tennis experience.

"Thunder is everywhere, and Kintaro Toyama's skill may be the most powerful lightning skill in the national competition." Tennis reporter Mamoru Inoue was almost numb.

Jindai Lan, Toyama Kintaro, and countless geniuses after that.

This year's tennis is really full of talent.

"Neon tennis is about to rise." Mamoru Inoue thought to himself with a mixed expression of excitement and longing.

"Kindai!!" Toyama Kintaro roared, and the thunder and sunlight in his hands merged into one, forming a light that was difficult for others to open their eyes.

With an excited expression on his face, he hit the ball with all his might.

When he landed, he immediately felt a sense of weakness, but he was smiling.

From the moment the racket and tennis ball collided, he knew the trick had worked.

To be precise, the success rate of this skill is about 70.00%. Once it fails, it may even cause injury.

But Toyama Kintaro still used this skill without hesitation.

Facing the overflowing light and the thunder that could tear everything apart, Shendai Lan had a relaxed expression.

"Interesting, to be able to comprehend this level from Thunder Roar Cannon, my judgment of you is still a little bit low."

"Kintaro, your talent is far more than that. As a reward for you, I will let you experience the deep despair."

The phantom of Yinotela behind Shendailan suddenly appeared with six arms, and each arm was holding a slender sickle.

Six crescent sickles form a strange pattern.

"Boom!" Shendailan stood on the spot without moving, and the tennis ball wrapped in thunder crashed onto Shendailan.

"Use your body to resist? Is he crazy?" The scene screamed loudly.

The strength of the game is one aspect, but the physical strength of human beings is limited after all.

This is also one of the reasons for the high death and injury rate in the World Championship.

All kinds of golf skills can destroy the court, and if it hits a person, even a superman will lose half of his life.

What's more, the physical strength of people in this world is very limited.

But now, Shendailan has no intention of fighting back at all, and uses his body to resist the ball skills.

"I'm X, is the kid in Jindai lost his mind?" Echizen Nanjiro was stunned, and subconsciously stood up from the coach's bench.

The first reaction in his heart was bewilderment, and then worry.

It's because the impression of Shendailan in his mind is rational, which is definitely not the same as being hotheaded.

"Kindai!!!" Even Kintaro Toyama, who used his ball skills, was dumbfounded.

"Hey, Jindai, don't die, who will play with me when you die." Kintaro Toyama let out a worried roar.

Under the explosion of the thunder ball, dust filled the sight.

"This kid actually has this kind of defensive ability." Echizen Nanjiro showed a relaxed smile after counting breaths, and sat back directly on the coach's bench.

"Xiao Jin, this skill is far from hurting me."

Shendailan's flat voice came from the dust.

When the dust dissipated, everyone was shocked to find that there was a blue defensive wall at least five meters high in the blue half of Shendai, with a black eight-petal flower pattern printed on it.

The wall looks like a blue crystal, transparent and clear. At first glance, I thought it was an ornamental object.

However, the previous skills did not leave a trace on it, which shows its strong defensive power.

"Bindaozhi 81: Duan Kong." Shendai Lan smiled, and the tennis ball stayed in the Duan Kong in front of him, as if the pause button had been pressed.

The whole picture has an artistic beauty.

"This turned out to be No. 81's Bindao?!" Chitose Qianli swallowed with difficulty.

What is the concept of No. 81.

The ghosts of Shendailan No. 17 can abuse U[-] elites.

The defensive No. 81 ghost path is definitely not something Kintaro Toyama can break through.

"Duan Kong. Very interesting name, Toyama Kintaro's nirvana is far from reaching the limit of Duan Kong." Gan Sadaharu subconsciously pushed his glasses.

"Both offensive and defensive, it seems that the practicality and strength of ghosts are higher than I thought."

"I just defended the ball, how do I fight back?"

At this moment, the tennis ball was stagnant in the air, and Kandai Lan slowly raised the racket.

In the eyes of others, Shendailan's movements are easy and freehand, but they are as sharp as a sword.

Kintaro Toyama felt the most directly. The moment Lan Jindai raised his racket, he felt that he was completely locked in, as if he was in a net composed of hundreds of paths and thousands of lights intertwined, and there was no possibility of escape at all. .

"Bang!!" With the falling of the six sickles, the tennis ball was split from the inside to the outside in the next moment, blending into the sunlight, passing through a strange angle, and instantly skipped Kintaro Toyama's body.

"Bang!!" With six continuous explosions, six flat marks appeared on Kintaro Toyama's field.

"Chila." At the same time, blood burst out from Toyama Kintaro's body, his pupils dilated, his face was shocked, and he half-kneeled on the ground.

Various degrees of scars appeared on the arms, thighs, face and other parts.

"Did I read it wrong? Tennis is divided into six parts?" Echizen Ryoma rubbed his eyes and said in amazement.

In his sight, tennis balls divided into six pieces landed on Kintaro Toyama's half court respectively, with traces of blood on them.

"This is... violent tennis in the Age of Gods." Tachibana swallowed hard and said in a deep voice.

"Such an age of gods really makes people's blood boil." Akutsu showed a bloodthirsty smile.

Not afraid of authority, challenging authority is his character.

Even though he has been ravaged countless times by Lan Shendai, he will stand up bravely next time.

"It's too violent. Sure enough, Jindai has not changed, but what he showed before is not his true self." Sanada couldn't help murmuring.

A flash of memory flashed in his eyes.

In the past elementary school league, Shendailan showed similar violent tennis, and almost destroyed himself at that time.

"Kindai." Thinking of this, Sanada couldn't help clenching his fists angrily: "I will definitely beat you, tennis is not a tool to hurt people."

"Damn it, what does this guy think of tennis!" Takeshi Momoshiro shouted angrily.

"I was too naive in the past, but now I understand that the so-called tennis is just a sport of scoring points again and again to win the game, but what kind of skills and methods are used are just for scoring." Looking at Takeshi Momoshiro, who was filled with righteous indignation, he said calmly: "Tennis is indeed very happy, but as Jindai said, I don't have much desire for victory, which leads to my current weakness."

(End of this chapter)