Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 339 Extra vs. Echizen Nanjiro, Swastika and Senra Wanxiang!
  "Swastika? It's finally about to begin." In the audience, all the professional players were shocked.

  They understand.

  The initial temptation is over, and now the real drama is about to begin.

  God's Blue doesn't use Swastika very often in professional matches.

  In past games, he often used Kidou to start the test, and then ended the game with Shijie.

  Because unlike those rookies with potential who are just starting out, these professional players are all veterans. Even if they are lagging behind, their mentality will basically not change, which will reduce their sense of achievement.

  What Kamishiro Ami enjoys is watching the opponent struggle under his own skills, and then fall into despair again after breaking through.

  Therefore, after entering the World Championships, he used the swastika less frequently, and often used the swastika directly to defeat the opponent.

  Of course, even in the World Championships, there are still uneven strengths.

  Weak professional players can't even withstand Kamishiro Blue's high-numbered Kidou.

  "This is the true strength of the Gods. It's incredible." Gan Sadaharu couldn't help but shook his head.

  If Jindailan goes all out, just one lightning bolt can kill him while he is still competing in the national competition.

  But he suppressed his own strength and continued to suppress the growth of potential talents.

  Now it seems that God's Blue is simply a talent-loving person.

  "Only when you have higher strength and stand on a higher platform can you understand the truth more clearly. I think I suddenly understand why the gods left like this." Liu Rener's eyes flickered and he whispered.

  "why?"

  "Lonely, he is so lonely. No one else in his age group can even see his back. Like Nanjiro-senpai, he longs for hearty battles and the same geniuses to challenge him."

  Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

  "As he said, what we see and experience may not be real." Yukimura couldn't help but murmur.

  His five senses of destruction completely collapsed in front of Shendai Lan.

  Under tremendous pressure, he awakened to an advanced dream.

  But still vulnerable.

  He was not discouraged and continued to hone his mental skills.

  Without Shendailan, he would never have grown so fast.

  It is precisely because of his self-respect and pride that he will work harder and try to trample the gods under his feet.

  On a snowy day, heavy snow fell, the sky was dyed white, and ice began to freeze everywhere on the stadium.

  "Swallow solution · Dahonglian Binglun pill."

  "What a familiar swastika!! I wonder what kind of power Hyōrinmaru has now?" Nanjiro grinned.

  I still remember the first time I played against Kamidai Blue. Kamidai Blue used this swastika.

  A giant frost dragon slowly solidified in the field.

  The cold air under the soles of my feet rushed directly to my forehead, and even the air I exhaled seemed to be frozen.

  "It's so cold."

  "I can't stand it anymore." people in the stands exclaimed.

  The audience suffers unconsciously.

  I just wanted to watch a game, but it was so cold and hot that I would definitely get sick when I went back.

  But no one left. Their eyes were all focused on Nanjiro in the center of the field.

  "Step." Nanjiro's right sneaker stepped hard on the gradually freezing ground.

  This time, the sneakers withstood the upward chill very well.

  This familiar scene made Kamidaoran a little distracted.

  I remember the last time we played against each other, the opponent’s flip-flops stepped on the ice in the same manner.

  "Okay, let's do this, right?" The corners of Jindai Lan's mouth slightly raised, and the spiritual pressure in his body surged.

  He also became excited.

  The next second, the frost dragon roared, and countless ice cones fell from the sky, sealing around Nanjiro's body.

  "Seal all blind spots? This is the realm of ice!" Atobe's eyes suddenly shrank.

  "Not only that, look at the air." Yukimura squinted his eyes. Everyone focused their attention and suddenly noticed something was wrong.

  The air around Jindai Lan's body was faintly fluctuating, filled with irritability and uneasiness.

  "It's the wind." Fuji opened his eyes and said solemnly.

  Fuji also played in the World Championship, and his chic playing style helped him get the title Son of the Wind.

  Of all the people present, he was definitely the most sensitive to the wind.

  "The wind forms a sharp blade around the tennis ball, giving it a sharpness that can break through everything. Coupled with the dead-end lock in the absolute field, the power of this swastika Daiguren Hyōrinmaru is huge."

  But, can such skills stop Nanjiro?

  The opponent is a tennis legend.

  Nobody knows the answer.

  But they all saw that the soles of Nanjiro's feet were firmly on the ground.

  No matter how the frost on the ground condenses, no matter how the earth trembles because of the roar of the frost dragon.

  Nanjiro's body remained motionless, and a powerful and irresistible aura emerged from his body and continued to spread.

  The warrior shadow became more solid.

  "No matter how the opponent changes, I will always be in the same state, focused and confident. This is the legend of tennis." Seeing this, Byodoin Phoenix's eyes couldn't help but murmured.

  From this point we can see the gap between all current tennis players and Nanjiro.

  "Boom." Following Nanjiro's slap, the aura surged toward the frost dragon like an overwhelming force.

  I heard the sound of ice breaking, and the arrogant frost dragon suddenly cracked like a piece of paper.

  The samurai's sharp blade flashed past, heading towards Kamidaoran.

  "Is the swastika solved like this?" Jindailan's pupils suddenly shrank.

  Before the ball even arrived, he could already feel the sharpness that could tear everything apart. His scalp was numb, and a kind of fear suddenly arose in his heart.

  This fear made Jindailan even more excited.

  "This is the feeling, this is the opponent I want!!!" His eyes changed, and his aura became even more desperate and crazy.

  "There are all kinds of things, and the blade is like fire!"

  The whole place was surrounded by flames, rapidly changing from extreme low temperature to high temperature.

  "Tsk." Even the tennis ball passing through the air seemed to evaporate amazing heat.

  Kamishiro Blue took a step forward, pumping his right arm, and the racket brought up a large phantom.

  "Boom!!" Endless fire burst out, and the originally pierced tennis ball was swallowed up in an instant, and flew back towards Nanjiro with even more powerful power.

  "What a domineering flame!" Nanjiro saw it. The samurai blade was instantly dissolved by the flames. This swastika was different from other swastikas.

  If the other swastikas of Kamidaoran are somewhat skillful, then Senluo Wanxiang is the ultimate domineering one.

  There is no skill, only the power to crush everything.

  "You are really excellent, but!" Nanjiro's lips curved with confidence, and he took a step forward again.

  "You're still a long way off!"

  The warrior's shadow completely solidified and he swung out his sword.

  The next second, the sky and the earth changed color, and a bright light emerged from the sea of ​​fire.

  Dazzling and impossible to look directly at.

  The sea of ​​fire was divided into two halves.

  "You haven't found your true self yet, Kamishiro boy!!"

  "The real me. No, I have found it, Mr. Nanjiro." Kamishiro Ai's aura changed again.

  A strong wind blew up, lifting up her bangs, revealing a pair of sharp eyes.

  "The world is in my hands."

  Countless phantoms appeared behind Jindai Lan’s body

  (End of this chapter)