Doomsday Madman: The Prince of Tennis

In an instant, the strong wind brought by the two forces sweeping each other was like a roaring Tyrannosaurus, rushing and roaring in the extremely empty hall below Jikong.

Except for the two parties, the faces of the others changed drastically. They didn't care whether they were enemies or friends in an instant, and they had to avoid the violent force first.

For a moment, the whole hall seemed to be trapped in a different time and space. All that could be heard in the ears were the trembling and contention caused by the intersection of weapons. As far as the eyes could see, there were only the giant net formed by the whip shadows of Yaksha flying all over the sky and two Blurred afterimage.

Under the impact of such a majestic force, the huge pillars in the hall that supported the building underneath were shattered and weathered little by little, and finally turned into a pile of white ash.

The cold and hard metal walls were constantly deformed by the impact, and cracks even appeared in some places.

Everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but change their expressions.

The destruction brought about by disputes in the dark world is very terrifying, but it also has its own rules. Generally, both parties will restrain their strength within the energy circle.Just like the battle between Zeng Jinmingyang and Abel Wood in the seabed laboratory of Bigan Island, the two fought earth-shatteringly, but the laboratory remained motionless because their power did not leak at all.

But at this moment, Koji Fujiwara let go of all his scruples and prepared to fight with his life with this person whom he once risked his life to protect.

If this continues, the entire hall may become a pile of ruins.

The space seemed to be split into two parts. Naruo and Koji Fujiwara were fighting to the death above, and everyone below could only watch helplessly, even feeling the tremors and wailing of the ground under their feet, unable to do anything.

The empty hall was filled with gray-white fine dust, the cold-colored metal walls were distorted and deformed, and there were ferocious whip marks all over the place. Many places on the floor had caved in, exposing broken steel bars inside.

And the two culprits who caused all this were standing opposite each other at this moment, their faces as cold as frost.

Koji Fujiwara took a step back, but finally couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth, the bright red color was mixed into black mud bit by bit by the gray and white fine dust.

Ming Yang's eyes swept across the ruined hall, and finally his eyes fell on an old man. Ming Yang looked at him for a long time before lowering his head slightly: "Mr. Yijiyuan."

Yijiyuan's Rongxiang glanced over Mingyang, and let out a long sigh.

The corner of Mingyang's mouth curled up into a sarcastic arc: "I thought no one would care about this matter. If there is a grudge, there will be a grudge. It depends on each person's ability. It turns out that I misunderstood it. Finally, please come to persuade me to fight."

As soon as Naruto finished speaking, the faces of many people in Jiku changed. Looking at the whole Jiku, I am afraid that the only one who feels so ironic about Mr. Yijuin is Naruo Inaba.

In the entire dark world of Japan, the state apparatus he represents has the most direct control over Jikong.

Others were confused, but the person concerned didn't seem to hear the disrespect inside and out of the words, and didn't care about it at all.

"It's been more than two years since Director Fujiwara passed away, and it's time for Goku to unite and stop fighting among themselves."

There was a trace of coldness in Mingyang's eyes: "My only two relatives are missing, but you want me to bow my head and ears to the instigator?"

Yijiyuan Rongxiang's face was calm without any waves. He looked at Mingyang for a long time and finally sighed: "The strength and weakness of Jikong are not only related to the stability of the dark world, but also related to the stability of the normal world. The two worlds Although intersections are prohibited, they are closely related in fact. Two years of civil strife have already made some people want to move. How can we old men let it go. "

Mingyang glanced across the crowd of people with different complexions, and his slender figure seemed to be weak, but his eyes seemed to have a sense of contempt: "It is because of this that I am even more unable to follow my orders. If the current Jikong is only to end the split It would be really lucky to be able to sit back and relax! I think you know this better than anyone else, don’t you?"

Yijiyuan Rongxiang looked at him and sighed, his face showed a bit of despondency: "That's all... that's all."

As soon as the words fell, the faces of many people changed again. Koji Fujiwara's eyes were lowered, and the dark red eyes were so dark that they could not be seen through. Ling Kurokawa, who was standing next to him, turned pale, but his eyes remained cold.

Mingyang caressed the slightly ferocious head of the little monster, looked at Koji Fujiwara and Rei Kurokawa, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You'd better withdraw the people who searched for the whereabouts of the fifth brother now. Otherwise, I must The bones and ashes of those who hurt him."

Hei Chuanling lowered her eyes slightly, and the hatred in her eyes was obvious, and that kind of hatred made her feel a little frightened.

This person Zengjin was the person she most admired and admired the most. At that time, Koji Fujiwara, who had been bullied and ridiculed all the time, finally found someone who could appreciate him and was willing to help him. The relationship between the two gradually became close until she became unnecessary. At that time, maybe the jealousy in my heart was slowly sprouting while I was envious.

In this involuntary, cold and cruel dark world, how many people can live a free and easy life and how many people can get a confidant who treats each other sincerely?How lucky it is to have someone willing to put their lives on the line.When those envy and jealousy accumulated in her heart little by little, Inaba Naruo's cold abandonment of Fujiwara Koji finally ignited the fire of hatred in her heart that would have started a prairie fire.

Why is this person able to throw away what he dreamed of but couldn't get?

Why can I always be stuck in this filthy quagmire and can't even get a day of freedom?

Until now, hatred has become a kind of obsession for her, and she thinks that there will never be a possibility of reconciliation between Naruo Inaba, unless one day one person steps on another person's corpse, this wrong acquaintance will be drawn end it!

An unprecedented cleaning of the interior of Jikong came to an end in one day.

Jikong has changed from a four-legged confrontation to a current rivalry.

No one knows whether this big ship that has begun to decay and collapse from the inside can safely survive the unknown wind and rain, and no one on this huge ship can retreat, they can only float with the huge waves.

UK, Zero.

Exquisite wall lamps illuminate the deep and quiet corridor, and along the carpet with simple and colorful designs to the end of the corridor, a heavy and simple door comes in response.

The moment Inaba Yachi stepped into the door, the door closed silently.

In front of the brown wooden bookcase, Field in a black robe gently shook the goblet in his hand. The bright red color in the goblet reflected a magnificent trace of light on his pale fingertips through the wall of the goblet.

The moment he saw Yachi Inaba, he showed a smile, his facial features were handsome and pale, and upon closer inspection, a few faint fine lines could be seen in the corners of his eyes.But it doesn't look old, but adds a sense of quiet mystery for no reason.The golden hair hangs down from the sides of the shoulders softly, covering the looming dark dark lines on the neckline of the robe.The whole person looks like a decadent elegance.

Yachi Inaba raised her eyes, and those eyes very similar to Naruto looked at the man who was drinking by himself, "Duke Field." The black eyes were clear and ethereal, as if nothing could leave a trace in them. The tone of indifferent to without any emotion is very similar.

Field looked at him and showed a smile, that kind of smile seemed to contain a kind of tolerance and love of the elders, and even his tone was soft and helpless: "You are much cuter than your brother, but he doesn't care about you over and over again. My will is against me."

Inaba Yachi turned her head slightly: "That's how cute it is."

The corners of Field's lips curled up, and a deep laugh flowed from his throat. After laughing, he sighed: "Such a mischievous little bastard can still be liked by others. I won't be afraid to take him away in the future." Strange worlds are boring."

"He won't leave with you." Inaba Yazhi's tone was as calm as before. For him, this sentence did not contain any other meaning, it was just to inform the other party of this fact.

Field shook his head slightly, the light reflected a drowsy light in his eyes, and after a while he whispered: "You are so unlikable even though you are a real brother, forget it, you can live here, don't bother me The fun of playing games between me and Eleven."

Inaba Yazhi heard the words and lowered his eyes slightly, his eyelashes blocked the dim warm light, leaving an empty and cold silence at the bottom of his eyes.

The so-called living here is equivalent to a disguised form of imprisonment, but the living environment is surprisingly good. The medieval style castle, servants and bodyguards are all available, food, clothing and housing are all available, and a tennis court has been specially opened up in the back garden.

Yazhi Inaba also lived here without any resistance, without the slightest sense of being imprisoned, even though no one could see his inner thoughts through his pure and clear eyes.

Living here with him is Abel Wood, his life has gone through ups and downs in just twenty years, from a gangster living at the bottom of society to a strong man with power and darkness in his hands. Those who want to control the life and death of others have fallen from a master who wantonly controls the life and death of others to an ordinary person who is now imprisoned.

All the dragon genes in his body that did not belong to him but brought him endless pain and torture have all been extracted.

From the initial anger, surprise, and fear to gradual despair and numbness, to slowly seeing the truth that was previously ignored by him, until now he has completely seen through it.

His whole life seemed to be a nightmare joke, from beginning to end it was just a pawn used by others in the game.hate it?Of course he hated, but it wasn't until all the truth gradually unfolded in front of his eyes that he realized that he didn't even have the courage to hate, even if he hated, so what?

Abel Wood looked at Yazhi Inaba, who was bowing his head and writing and drawing on the desk in the study room. The sun shone through the window with a soft halo on his body. There was no expression on his delicate and delicate face. His eyelashes drooped down and blocked his transparent eyes.

This person seems to have always been like this, nothing can enter his eyes and imprint in his heart.

And it seemed that it was this person who opened up his nightmarish life.

Two years ago, Yazhi Inaba sneaked into the Zero laboratory and tried to steal the research results of the mutant dragon. He was seriously injured by himself and captured, but he was different from all the people he had met in the past. A piece of transparency, without the arrogance and contempt in the eyes of those rich people in the past, nor the disgust mixed with fear in the eyes of researchers, nor the contempt and desire for power that those in power thought they were well concealed in the eyes of those in power. The fear and hatred of being a prisoner.

Those eyes were so clean, as if they were poppies exuding a psychedelic aroma, leading him to chase after them, wanting to see what could be reflected in those eyes.

Two years, life is like a dream.

Now that he woke up from the dream, he finally knew that this person not only had clean eyes, but also a clean heart, so clean that nothing could be left behind.

Abel Wood shook the wine glass in his hand, and drank the liquid in the glass after a long while, as if to commemorate his first love, which was unknown from the beginning to the end.