Doomsday Madman: The Prince of Tennis

Sanada removed the empty bowl he was holding in his hand.His gaze was unconsciously fixed on that face.

People with good looks are usually the first to be noticed by others because of their appearance, but if it is a person with a particularly strong aura, people often first notice his temperament. Naruo Inaba is such a person. When seeing him Most people will be overwhelmed by his aura that is different from ordinary people at first glance.Now that he is asleep, that kind of aura naturally subsides, and he suddenly shows the childishness that a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy should have.When he was asleep, he would even click his lips unconsciously like a baby.

Sophisticated and soft.

It's hard to connect the boyish sleeper with the hard-hitting and mercurial personality.

In the room, Sasuke's high fever has subsided, and he is now sleeping soundly.

Sanada didn't feel sleepy.Everything that happened tonight is like a nightmare. It is impossible to break the inherent cognition of the past without being surprised or panicked at all.But it is not enough to panic, the Sanada family can be considered a family of swordsmanship, the family style is strict, and the elders of the family pay great attention to training the spirit and will of the younger generation, which made him calmer and more sober than young people of the same age. Overcome the difficulties in front of you.

The terrible thing is not this nightmare, but the nightmare is just a bad start.

The light in the living room has been turned off, leaving only a dim wall lamp in the corner.Sanada found a blanket from the guest room where Sasuke slept, and walked towards the person who was sleeping soundly on the sofa. When he was five or six steps away from the sofa, the little monster that was originally nestled in Naruto's arms let out a threatening sound. Roaring, a pair of dark purple inorganic vertical pupils stared closely at Sanada.

The newly born supernatural beast has very poor self-control ability, and is often controlled by the instinct of killing and eating. However, the little monster now only dares to pose an attacking posture but dare not take real action, even if it only needs to It takes a second to get the heart out of that human being.

Also belonging to the metal-type ability, Ming Yang can establish a spiritual wave link with the little monster, which is equivalent to a master-servant contract, the strong will be the master, and the submissive will be the servant.Therefore, it can be controlled directly through the binding force of the mental wave.

When Sanada first found out about this, he asked Naruto whether it means that the strong one means that the little monster will have the possibility of backlash as it grows in age and strength. Someone answered: "It is now a fighting force. Negative five scum, after the adult body, the general force users are no match for it, but even if it is an adult body, I can casually beat it so that it looks cute."

Sanada: "..."

At this moment, the little monster that was growling immaturely was pinched by two white fingers on the back of its neck, and its palm-sized body was twisted up like a kitten, and the little monster let out a coquettish cry , the long tail hooked Naruo's arm flatteringly.

Sanada silently turned his gaze away, it was so dog-legged that he couldn't bear to look directly at it.

However, at the next moment, the little monster uncharacteristically didn't take the opportunity to crawl into Mingyang's arms to be good-looking, but the whole body escaped from Mingyang's palm like a black shadow, and his mouth let out a burst of neighing, which was different from when he confronted Sanada just now. It is a gesture of attack after being threatened.

Naruto narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up the little monster and threw it on Sanada, muttering: "The sharks who smelled blood started to gather around."

The dim light in the living room was once again dispersed by the light of the incandescent lamp.

With a "click", the lock of the door was unlocked, and biting cold air filled the warm space.

After the snow stopped, the sky began to rain again, which was cold and humid, covering the night of this winter with a layer of unresolved haze for no reason.

The figure of the visitor suddenly appeared in the rainy night.

"Torimaru Lan."

"Ah, thank you Inaba-san for still remembering me." The young man called Torimaru Ran by Naruto spread his hands helplessly, and complained with a bitter face: "In fact, I also have a terrible headache when I am recalled to the headquarters at this time. After all, I I don't want to find someone to fight as soon as I come back, especially if this person is Inaba-san."

His voice sounded lazy, but his whole demeanor was completely different from that lazy tone.His slender body was wrapped in a dark blue combat uniform, and a pair of black-rimmed goggles hung over his eyes.Like a cheetah ready to go, it has a strong and restrained sense of oppression.

"If that's the case, why do you want to be someone else's lackey?" Mingyang gave Torimaru a light look, with a sarcasm in his words.

As if he didn't hear his taunt, Torimaru saw Genichiro Sanada who had been silent all the time. "The headquarters has clear regulations. If ordinary people are involved during the execution of tasks, the parties need to clean up and report to the headquarters to accept punishment from the relevant system."

Sanada's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help remembering that when he was still in Ota Ward, those people wearing camouflage uniforms used himself and Sasuke as bait. Thinking about it now, there may be another reason because of this rule.

The corners of Mingyang's mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes looked directly at Torimaran, his eyes were always deep and cold, "If I say no." As soon as the words fell, the dark whip jumped out of Mingyang's hand, and it was in mid-air. Countless ice cones formed from the solid ice in the courtyard struck densely like lightning, and the whole yard seemed to have become a frozen world.

The black whip turned into a black hurricane with fierce airflow and swept past. The overwhelming ice cones were driven into fine ice crystals by the powerful whip wind, and burst in the air, like a gorgeous rain of diamonds.

"You are also a dual-line force user, but you don't even have the determination to do it? Torimaru."

In just a few tens of seconds, the two of them had exchanged hundreds of moves. Now that they stopped, Sanada could clearly see the appearance of the person who came.

If the former Torimaru had a restrained aura, then this man was exactly the same as Naruo.The first time people see him, they will be awed by the strong and chilling chill.

Behind him, there are dozens of men in camouflage military uniforms. Their armbands are the same as the two of them. They are all tripod-shaped with a spider pattern on the bottom pattern, but the numbers at the bottom are different.

Ming Yang's eyes dimmed. The most powerful Force user team in the third class plus two dual-line Force users. This lineup had no intention of making peace from the very beginning. Today they made up their minds to kill themselves. .

Ran Torimaru still had a lazy tone: "Ah, who made Senior Sangan have the same strength as Inaba-san? I'm very self-aware, well, since it's an order from the headquarters, there's nothing I can do about it gone."

Sanada's pupils shrank, and he looked at Naruto who was standing holding the whip.

His face, which was carved out of ice and snow, was indifferent and cold, and his whole body carried that fierce and chilling chill, which was completely opposite to the childish face after he was asleep.

Ming Yang slightly raised the corner of his mouth with a trace of sarcasm, and there was a deep undercurrent in his black eyes, "I really can't wait to show my fangs!"

As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere in the entire yard changed. It was a harsh and violent sense of oppression. The little monster, who had finally obediently lay on Sanada's shoulder, was forced to curl up by this oppression. He let out a faint chirping sound uneasily, which was quite different from his previous arrogant appearance.

As the only ordinary person in this yard who didn't know the ins and outs of the matter, Sanada didn't seem to feel that kind of abnormal oppression, and his eyes fell on Naruto.

For Sanada, who was accidentally involved in all this, he only knew that Naruo Inaba was a member of a special organization called Goku, and everything else was blank.Perhaps, he fought so resolutely because of other reasons, not entirely to save himself and Sasuke.

But... But, the sore feeling of powerlessness deep in his heart eroded his entire body like a diabolism.

Naruto turned his gaze and met Sanada's dark brown eyes. Sanada's words were interrupted before he could speak them.

"Don't be stupid, uncle, the so-called rules are just an excuse. Whether I meet you tonight or not, the result is the same for me. It's only my fault that you met you after eight lifetimes of bad luck, uncle. , Speaking of it, no girls like it, is it because you are stupid and old-fashioned, uncle?"

Sanada: "..."

How could there be such a wayward and unreliable guy in the world? ?

A battle is imminent here.

At the same time, in the underground building in Seattle, USA, the headquarters of the US Special Security Service.

The entire process of the fight in Ota District, Tokyo, Japan, was being played on the large electronic screen nearly four hours ago.

If you don't slow down the speed several times, all you see is a few black shadows fighting together, and you can't even see who is who, let alone the moves.After slowing down the action, everyone who saw this scene would probably be shocked by the cruelty of that young man!The scene at that time, not to mention ordinary people, even those with special abilities who are used to killing life and death, would have chills down their spines.

But there are obviously exceptions.

"As expected of a rare naturally awakened dual-element force user, it's so perfect! Ah, it's like the perfect incarnation carefully crafted by the hand of God." The white fingers painted with wine-red nail polish seemed to caress the lover's face Rubbing the figure on the screen, the charming red lips seemed to be speaking softly and lovingly: "You are so perfect, those so-called force users before are not qualified to be compared with you at all. My God! Baby, I I really want to cut open your thin and beautiful body to see if you are hiding some terrible little secret, you have to wait for me in Japan, I will come to find you soon."

A drop of cold sweat silently dripped from the forehead of the subordinate standing behind him.

That's right, it's him!Do you think that someone with attractive red lips and slender fingers must be a beauty?Then you really think of the world too simply.There is nothing wrong with slender waist, long legs, long hair reaching waist, but beauty is also divided into men and women!If a man looks beautiful and dresses up enchantingly, that is completely his freedom, okay?

The topic is far away, and the camera returns to the present.The subordinate silently wiped off the cold sweat, and said tremblingly: "If you get the pass signed and approved by Admiral Berg Rodguz, I will immediately arrange a special plane for you to go to Japan."

Phil D. Clark narrowed his beautiful eyes with red eyeliner, and said lazily, "Are you questioning my ability?"

The man who just reminded him trembled slightly. When his eyes touched the tall figure who was as silent as a shadow behind him, he unconsciously showed a trace of fear. After all, he didn't dare to say anything and bowed down obediently.