Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 340 Extra vs Echizen Nanjiro Final Chapter

Captain Yamamoto, Sosuke Aizen, Takumine, Ichigo Kurosaki.

Countless Shinigami and even Arrancar figures stood behind Kamishiro Ai.

At the same time, the aura on Kamidaoran's body broke through the sky, and with him as the center, terrifying and boiling spiritual pressure suddenly came.

The air was distorting, and even the warrior shadow seemed to become heavier.

"Could it be that these are all swastikas?!" Inui Sadaharu pushed up his glasses, unable to conceal the shock in his eyes.

Just one swastika is enough to completely defeat a professional player, let alone nearly a hundred swastikas.

"Not to mention killing people with this skill, it's easy to destroy the stadium." Countless professional players suddenly felt their mouths were dry and their eyes were full of helplessness.

When the gap is too big to be bridged by hard work, there will be no jealousy in their hearts.

"This kid" Even Echizen Nanjiro looked at Kamishiro Ai in shock.

In fact, just a swastika is quite difficult for Nanjiro.

Not to mention close to a hundred swastikas.

At this moment, Nanjiro's back was covered with dense beads of sweat, and his eyes became narrow and serious.

"I underestimated you." He murmured softly, his arm muscles bulging.

In his sight, countless shadows behind Kamishiro Ai raised their Zanpakutō.

"Swastika."

The whispers filled the air, but resounded in my heart.

"That's it." Nanjiro seemed to have seen through something, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a relieved smile.

"As I expected, he is still far away from that step!"

With a loud shout, his right hand whipped out instantly.

No one except Kamishiro Ai could capture Nanjiro's movements.

In their sight, Nanjiro stood there, with no movement of his arms at all.

But the next second, white light appeared.

The warrior phantom's momentum reached its peak, and then an invisible shock wave instantly passed over all the death phantoms.

"Hi!" A soft sound was heard.

There was a gap in Jindailan's spiritual pressure.

"How is that possible?!" Kamidaoran looked shocked.

When the tennis ball flew out of the court and was embedded in the wall, Jindai Lan came back to his senses.

"It's been cracked." His expression darkened.

Before challenging Nanjiro, he had been looking for a way to defeat Nanjiro.

As the ceiling of the tennis world, Nanjiro's strength has returned to his original state.

There are no fancy skills, just simple counterattacks time and time again that are too powerful to resist.

Although Jindailan has been recognized as the most powerful professional player of the new generation, he himself knows it very well.

There is still a big gap between him and Nanjiro.

Therefore, he stayed in seclusion for a long time in order to find a way to defeat Nanjiro.

Nanjiro's peak won't last long, and he can't wait any longer.

In the end, Jindailan found a way to forcibly increase the spiritual pressure and use more swastikas at the same time, so as to increase the power of the ball skills through the superposition of swastikas.

But for now, it's still not enough to defeat Nanjiro.

"That's it." Mitsuya Akuto showed a hint of surprise and explained in a deep voice: "Temporarily increase your energy to control multiple swastikas. This seems to be the effect of 1+1+1+1, but in fact On the top, each swastika has been weakened to a great extent. Not only that, there may also be a contradictory and counter-relationship between the swastikas. Therefore, if one swastika is regarded as one point, even if God's Generation Blue uses Even if you have 100 swastikas, you will not be able to achieve 100 points of power. Under the constraints of various factors, you may only be able to exert a dozen points of power. Therefore, although it seems to be very powerful, in fact it is not as powerful as you think. amazing."

"In contrast, Nanjiro-senpai focused everything on Bushido. Although his performance in football skills is far inferior to that of Jindai, his power of concentration is definitely far superior to Jindai. This is also the reason why Jindai lost to Nanjiro-senpai."

Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.

They have always been pursuing more powerful skills.

New skills are always developed after being defeated.

This seems to have become the development path for professional players.

But Nanjiro is a totally different person.

He has no fancy skills, only a return to his original nature of swing.

Focusing on the fundamentals can really hone your game to a new level.

But this process is extremely boring and the progress is slow.

In this impetuous society, most tennis players don't have that patience.

"Game, 3-0, Echizen Nanjiro is in the lead." This is definitely the weakest and most embarrassing game of Jindailan.

Now, he was sweating profusely.

In all the past games, he gave people a relaxed and comfortable feeling, let alone panting, he almost didn't even break out a sweat.

But now, he was at a disadvantage.

"It's unbelievable. This is the first time I've seen God's Blue fight so hard." The commentator couldn't help but say.

"Is this the pressure of a tennis legend?"

"Bang." Another tennis ball that could not be hit back. Jindai Lan could only watch the tennis ball fly out of the court.

"Huchihuchi." Jindailan was panting, and his body felt completely exhausted.

"Did you lose?" There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Closing his eyes and looking back on the past, he realized that until today, he didn't seem to feel any setbacks.

"What you lack is yourself, Jindai!!!" Nanjiro took a step forward and waved his right hand quickly. The next second, the sword flashed, leaving a shallow blood mark on Jindai Lan's face.

"Have you given up? Kamishiro boy."

"Or, you are already lost."

Jindailan felt his consciousness sinking deeper and deeper, and the racket in his hand became heavier and heavier.

What is tennis?

What is love?

Why do you play tennis?

Is it because you really love tennis?

No.

"It's about winning!"

"I play tennis to keep winning."

"This is who I am!"

"This is my tennis!"

"Boom!" Shendai Lan raised his head, and his momentum exploded.

A shadowy figure holding a knife appeared behind him.

But this time, the face of this phantom was his own.

"Is it finally here?" Nanjiro smiled happily.

"Then this is the last blow." Nanjiro moved his steps, stretched his right arm, and white light gathered on the racket.

At the same time, bright lights also gathered on the racket of God Generation Blue.

There is no ghost path, Shijie or Swastika, but no one can underestimate the light brewing within it.

On one side is pure love, on the other side is the pure heart of winning or losing.

There is no absolute right or wrong.

"Boom!" The rays of light converged and collided, and endless light and heat burst out.

When the vision became clear again, the stadium no longer existed, and only a huge pothole remained. Kamishiro Ai and Nanjiro stood in the pothole, unscathed, but their steps were weak and feeble.

"Consider it a draw." Kamidaoran chuckled.

"Hey, Kamishiro boy." Nanjiro looked at the eyeball, and there were countless cracks in the eyeball.

"The racket is the dignity of a golfer. In fact, I have lost."

"Now. If you hadn't fed me the ball from behind, I would have lost a long time ago. Let's leave the outcome between us next time." Jindailan turned around decisively.

"You kid has such a strong desire to win." Hearing this, Nanjiro showed a relieved smile.

The opponent is on the rise, and he is approaching his twilight years.

The outcome next time is obvious.

This is probably God's Blue's way of preserving dignity for himself.

"Boy, I will continue to be at my peak. Let's fight again next time." Nanjiro took a deep breath and said solemnly.

The scene was filled with applause and cheers,

The outcome of the game is no longer important. Everyone has seen the charm of tennis legends and the birth of new tennis legends.

(End of this chapter)