Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 210 In Hell, With a Heart to the Light

This ball is like restarting the universe.

This ball caused all four people present to sink.

"boom."

The huge explosion woke up everyone else, and then, Tensor and the others packed up their rackets and came to the scene.

However, everyone was stunned.

Half the field was sunk by the ball,
The terrain was at least [-] centimeters lower than before.

If someone catches this ball, it may really become a magic show that changes people's lives.

Tensor and the others had shock on their faces, but none of the three people who fell into an epiphany on the field spoke, and they all knew that Zhang Cheng and the others must have realized something.

The time went back to 30 seconds ago, when Zhang Cheng's three-stage light hit was mixed with the breath of Asura's divine way.

Zhang Cheng and the two people opposite fell into sinking.

This ball sent Ewing and Du Fei directly into hell, but it was a new experience for Zhang Cheng.

He has comprehended four of the six realms of samsara, the way of different dimensions, leaving only the realm of hell and the realm of animals that he has not comprehended.

However, compared to the animal realm, the hell realm is undoubtedly closer to him.

Whether it is his way of defeat or the way of Asura, they are actually closer to the way of hell.

And with this three-stage light hitting ball-chaos hitting, Zhang Cheng finally entered the gate of hell for the first time.

At this moment, his spiritual will had completely sunk, and what appeared before him were four clear roads and one hazy road.

Zhang Cheng quietly stayed where he was, watching what happened in front of him.

Those four clear roads are undoubtedly the four of the six reincarnations of his different-dimensional way.

The way of hungry ghosts, the way of Shura, the way of human beings and the way of gods!
Zhang Cheng has already walked through these four paths. Although he has not completely cleared the level, the depth of them is not beyond the reach of ordinary different-dimensional ways.

And now, the hazy road that just appeared next to the four clear roads is undoubtedly the hell way he has always wanted to go deep into!
Zhang Cheng took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a gray glint.

Afterwards, a flash of determination flashed in his dark eyes, and Zhang Cheng stepped into this hell road without hesitation.

In the first step, a sudden chill invaded, and Zhang Cheng trembled all over, resisting the sudden chill for a short time.

Then Zhang Cheng took the second step.

At this step, Zhang Cheng lost his breath instantly.

this is hell...

It's dark, silent, and you can't see your fingers. There is no light here.

For the first time, Zhang Cheng felt what it was like to lose his eyesight. At that moment, he was actually a little panicked.

Not only did he lose his sight, but the surroundings were full of obstruction like a quagmire. Zhang Cheng wanted to move forward, but found himself unable to move an inch.

A depressive sense of suffocation suddenly hit, and then, accompanied by waves of sinking requiem.

"Sleep, sleep..."

Zhang Cheng's eyelids drooped a little, but at this moment, the heart of tennis suddenly flashed in his mind.

At this moment, Zhang Cheng woke up suddenly, and then he slightly opened his right hand, and a silver-gray tennis heart appeared in his hand instantly.

On the silver-gray tennis heart, the four-color nets that make up the surface of the racket, the pitch-black nets began to vibrate, and Zhang Cheng's lost eyes returned to him in just a split second.

Thus, Zhang Cheng was able to see again.

This is a gray world, silent and full of dead silence.

Zhang Cheng held the racket in his right hand, opened the way with his tennis heart, and finally took the third step, then the fourth step, and finally became free.

An inexplicable light emanates from the silver-gray tennis heart, and the entire gray space shuns away when it encounters this light, as if it has encountered a natural enemy.

So, with the help of the great power of the heart of tennis, Zhang Cheng finally came to a new place.

It was a pitch, a gray pitch.

Accompanied by Zhang Cheng's arrival, the gloomy stadium was suddenly lit up with dim lights.

Then, Zhang Cheng saw a gray figure with his back facing him. Although Zhang Cheng couldn't see the face of this figure, at this moment, Zhang Cheng knew that this was himself!

Sure enough, with Zhang Cheng's arrival, the gloomy figure turned around in an instant, revealing a face exactly like Zhang Cheng's.

"You came!"

As if it was a reunion of old friends, Hui Ying acted very familiar at this moment.

However, Zhang Cheng's heart was full of vigilance. There was something wrong with this gray shadow, and his eyes looked at Zhang Cheng full of greed.

"Don't be so vigilant, I am you, you are me, let's sit down and have a good chat?"

"Go ahead."

Zhang Cheng directly interrupted Huiying's words, and swung out the tennis heart on his right hand, dispelling all the malice from Huiying.

This gray shadow was bewitching him. If it wasn't for the momentary fear that the gray shadow showed when looking at the heart of the tennis ball, Zhang Cheng might not have noticed it.

"Hahaha, master, you are really interesting."

Gray Shadow covered his mouth and made a shy look. Zhang Cheng frowned instantly and his heart was burning with anger.

His grandma's.

Who can show this bitch's hypocrisy?
Climb for Grandpa!
Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng swung the tennis heart in his right hand without hesitation, and in an instant, a strong spiritual will emanated from the racket.

Then, this gray shadow became much more honest.

But Zhang Cheng knew that the experience had not yet begun, and the next step was the most important thing.

Sure enough, seeing Zhang Cheng's reluctance to eat, Hui Ying also knew that Zhang Cheng was a tough guy, so he directly chose to be tough.

Tough, who is afraid of whom?

Like Zhang Cheng, a silver-gray racket also appeared on Huiying's right hand, but unlike Zhang Cheng's racket surface composed of four-color netting cables, the racket surface in this Huiying's hand has only one color.

That's gray.

A pure gray.

A gray color full of death.

A mustard yellow tennis ball appeared in Hui Ying's hand, and then the malicious Hui Ying threw the tennis ball high, and then his right hand sank instantly.

The ball was not fast, but pieces of dead bones appeared before Zhang Cheng's eyes.

This is hell!

Zhang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and then a golden light radiated from the racket in his right hand.

The Heavenly Divine Dao was activated, and the golden light was shining, and it slashed at the dry bone in front of him.

The Bone Hell instantly shattered, and the coercion of the sky swept the audience.

Huiying obviously didn't expect Zhang Cheng to have such a hand, and the whole person became a little dead silent, which made this gray space sink even more.

"How far is it?"

The corner of Zhang Cheng's mouth was raised slightly, his eyes were full of disdain.

At best, Gray Shadow is just one of the six paths of reincarnation, but Zhang Cheng has mastered four such paths.

As soon as the ball went down, the right to serve was switched directly. Zhang Cheng's mind moved slightly, and a mustard yellow tennis ball appeared in his left hand.

"So, are you ready?"

Bright lights began to emerge, and the mustard tennis ball began to glow.

Afterwards, the thunder surged, and Zhang Cheng hit the ball in the second stage as soon as he made a shot.

boom.

This shot is strong.

But it wasn't enough to let the gray shadows recede directly.

The hellfire suddenly appeared, and the gray shadow obviously changed its attack method.

Gray flames and golden thunder are intertwined.

The air is filled with the smell of fireworks.

The tennis ball flew back backwards, and this blow gave the gray shadow the upper hand.

However, just as Hui Ying was about to give a smug smile, Zhang Cheng already made other moves.

This time, Zhang Cheng switched to Shura Dao.

The dark red breath surged, and Zhang Cheng's right hand struck down like a battle axe.

The hellfire dissipated in an instant, and then, a dark red tennis ball filled half the size of the court rolled towards the gray shadow.

This ball directly cut off Hui Ying's retreat.

However, Gray Shadow has no way out. This time, he will either replace Zhang Cheng and regain the light, or continue to go to hell and perish forever.

Therefore, Huiying had no other choice but to use all his strength to pour into the silver-gray racket in his right hand.

Then, the gray breath boiled, and a giant sarcophagus emerged from the ground.

"Come in, Death's Embrace."

The sarcophagus opened abruptly, and gray bandages came out of it, wrapping around the dark red tennis ball half the size of a court.

And then, Zhang Cheng suddenly found that the dark red wire on his tennis heart had dimmed.

His Asura Way was sealed!
However, it was obvious that the gray figure on the opposite side did not look relaxed. The gray body was much darker, and it even felt as if it would dissipate with the breeze.

"So, can you block the next shot?"

Zhang Cheng looked at the tennis ball that flew back upside down. This time, it was the human way that activated it!
Zhang Yang's pale blue sword light flashed past, and the mustard yellow tennis ball split in two and flew back.

Hui Ying wanted to use the sarcophagus to resist, but Zhang Cheng's sword light remained undiminished, and he slashed up along with the sarcophagus.

However, at this moment, the faces of the two people froze at the same time.

The sarcophagus disappeared, and Zhang Cheng's sword light also disappeared at the same time.

Zhang Cheng's face turned pale, it's not good, his spiritual will is disappearing rapidly.

At this time, he remembered that the spiritual will he has used so far seems to be Dyson's.

Grandma, after hitting so many balls, this big boy won't die suddenly?
The gray shadow on the opposite side obviously wants to get started, which perfectly embodies the shameless behavior of killing you while you are sick.

However, Zhang Cheng was not polite either. If the tennis was gone, it would be a one-v-one-man fight.

Before the spiritual will completely disappeared, Zhang Cheng suddenly raised the heart of the tennis ball, and threw it at the opposite gray shadow.

grandma's.

I'm so tender to you.

Then, Zhang Cheng didn't care what happened to the gray shadow on the opposite side, and he was instantly pulled out of the consciousness space of hell.

In an instant.

A blazing sun hits the face.

A warm breath came into the heart from the top of the head.

Zhang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, looked up at the blazing sun on the zenith, and felt a strong impulse in his heart.

In hell, my heart is toward the light.

This feeling is unstoppable!

(End of this chapter)