Doomsday Madman: The Prince of Tennis

He still remembers Yukimura's hoarse and choked sobs at that time, and at the same time, he was disappointed in him.

"I want to block everything I have in this duel with you." Sanada looked at Yukimura with a firm gaze.

Yukimura's eyes dimmed, and he sighed secretly in his heart. Although he did complain that Sanada could shake the tennis ball that had been inseparable for more than ten years, he never really alienated him because of this incident. In Sanada's heart, it seems that he has been brooding over the fact that he lost the game, and he feels guilty about himself.

He blames Sanada only because he knows Sanada too well and what tennis means to Sanada.As Zeng Jin Sanada himself said, there is nothing but tennis.It is precisely because I know too well that I cannot imagine that one day Sanada will shake his dedication to tennis because of other things.

Yukimura's eyes became cold, and because of this, he absolutely, absolutely must use all his strength in this match.

Facing Yukimura's ferocious attack, Sanada finally used his ultimate esoteric technique - move like a thunder.

Sanada, who possesses super kendo talent and athletic nerves, has undergone rigorous training, and his swing speed has surpassed what the naked eye can see. With this superhuman speed as the backing, coupled with the edge of the racket Slashing to enhance the power of the ball and ultimately change the trajectory of the ball is Ray's true face.

Such a move that can't see the trajectory clearly and is so powerful that most people can't even see the ball, but the opponent he faces is Yukimura.

No matter how elusive the trajectory is, there is nothing to hide in his eyes.

However, when the racket actually received the ball, the force it endured almost caused him to let the racket fly out of his hand. He held the racket tightly but still did not block the strong force of the ball, piercing through the net cable and leaving a charred area with white smoke. mark.

The ball fell on the court through the broken net cable, and Yukimura called a timeout with the racket that was no longer usable.

Changing to a new racket, Yukimura's eyes flickered slightly. Today's Sanada is unexpectedly enthusiastic. He has always insisted on being upright and upright. The duel is your strongest point, and it may also become your weakness.

Yukimura raised the corners of his mouth slightly, picked up the spare racket and went back to the field.

Now is the real game begins.

The members of the tennis club of Lihai University are all engrossed in watching this game. For them, this battle between the two strongest kings of Lihai University may make them more nervous than any other game.

Looking at Sanada, who was sweating profusely, and Yukimura, whose eyes were sharp as a knife, Liu sighed inwardly, and finally came.

Yukimura's ultimate stunt - destroying the five senses.

No matter where the ball hits, it will be hit back, no matter what moves it uses, it will be seen through, and no matter how hard it struggles, it will not escape the shadow of the opponent.All the negative memories keep accumulating, and in the end, as if suffering from severe IPP, I gradually lose my sense of touch, hearing, and taste... The whole person falls into a barren darkness, as if abandoned by the whole world, unable to escape.

Sanada was in the darkness, time seemed to go back to when he was a child, Yukimura, who was only a few years old, looked down at him, mocking in an indescribable tone: You can't beat me!

From childhood to adulthood, in his ten-year tennis career, he has never won against Yukimura once.

Yukimura, who was wearing the Lihai tennis team uniform, was also mocking him: After so many years, you still haven't improved at all, and you will never be able to beat me like this.

At this moment, Sanada on the court is like a wandering lonely soul, wandering aimlessly on the court with a racket, he can't see or hear, and the whole person is trapped in a desperate world and cannot get out.

He wandered as the tennis ball knocked him to the ground.

In that dark world, Yukimura looked at him condescendingly and contemptuously, his eyes full of contemptuous mockery.

Sanada grabbed the dropped racket, forced himself to stand up, and kept telling himself that everything was not the real Yukimura, but a phantom created by his weak heart.

weak! ! !

Sanada laughed like a madman in a dark world.

In the past, he never thought that he would have a weak day, and when that day really came, he refused to admit that he was weak.

Will be weak but because of incompetence.

Even if he kept telling himself that he would definitely come back, he couldn't stop a faint voice deep in his heart from asking, what if he didn't come back like this!

To be so afraid of this slight possibility is simply because he has no ability to hold on to him, much less to find him even if he doesn't come back.

Zeng Jin was afraid to admit his incompetence, but when the day-by-day pain like soul-stripping washed his whole body, he finally understood that it was not terrible to admit his weakness and incompetence.

Because, the general pain of soul stripping has been experienced, what can stop it from becoming stronger!

One day from now on, I can hold everything I want in the palm of my hand.

Sanada gripped the racket tightly, at that moment his pupils changed from dark brown to dark black, and the black mist spread around him, at this moment he looked like a ghost crawling out of hell.

At that moment, not only the people outside the court, even Yukimura didn't react, the tennis ball brushed against his ears with a chilling air, and at that moment he seemed to be shocked by a chilly aura on the spot.

By the time he reacted, the airflow from the tennis ball had already broken the hairband on his head.

For a moment, he couldn't help but feel afraid of Sanada like this.However, no one can underestimate Yukimura's dedication to tennis after experiencing the torture of illness and the pain of rehabilitation and finally returning to the court again.

The turn, though unexpected, wasn't enough to sway him.

Sanada, if you wake up earlier, maybe the result of this game is hard to say, but it is a foregone conclusion now! !

In the end, Yukimura still won the game.

Sanada looked at the hand that Yukimura extended to him, and resolutely turned and left. No matter what, he couldn't easily let go of his guilt towards Yukimura.

Yukimura sighed softly, he should have understood that for a person like Sanada who is so persistent and somewhat paranoid, it will never be so easy to change something once he has decided.Although he once complained about Sanada, in fact, he is more grateful to Sanada. Without Sanada, he might not be able to appear on the court again.

Maybe it was because the words were so intense at that time that Sanada still feels guilty towards him and even the whole tennis club.

Maybe it's time to find a chance to talk to Sanada!Yukimura looked at the back of Sanada leaving and thought.The most important thing now is how to face the difficulties in front of us.Since the training camp has come up with such a perverted training menu, everyone has reason to believe that this is just the beginning, and the real test will begin later.

In the coaching room, Saito Zhi was crouching on a chair and staring at the entire LCD display wall. A female assistant hurried in and whispered something in his ear. Saito's face flashed with surprise, but he quickly restrained himself. , and then left the coaching room with the female assistant.

The mountains in late autumn have brought a hint of coolness, the setting sun casts a layer of golden light on the yellowing leaves, and the benches under the trees reflect a mottled afterimage of branches and leaves.

The boy in a white sweater sat quietly on the bench, the light golden sunlight hit his face through the leaves, exuding a gentle and lingering scent for no reason.

But the moment Saito approached, the boy turned his head and looked over with a pair of deep black eyes, then the boy raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his voice was clear and cold: "I have long admired your name, Saito-kun."

The tenderness just now seemed to be an illusion, and following the young man's gaze, a cold and solemn sense of oppression came over his face.

Naruo Inaba.

Saito's eyes darkened slightly. Although it was the first time he saw him, as a member of the dark world, even if he didn't belong to Jikong, it was impossible that he had never heard of this name.

As the half ruler of Jikong, he has disturbed the entire dark world in this year's time!

It's just, why did it suddenly appear here at this time?

"This is the work permit for U17." Mingyang raised his hand and threw a dark blue card holder to Saito: "You can take care of the rest for me."

Saito returned the work card printed with network equipment maintenance to Naruto with both hands, and said with a wry smile: "Master Inaba, can you tell me your purpose for coming here? Otherwise... I'm a little panicked."

intention?Naruo stretched out his fair fingers to pinch his work permit, and showed Saito a bright smile: "I'm here to find my boyfriend who is having a cold war with me!"

Saito: "..." It's too perfunctory!Who would believe such an unreliable reason! !

The more I know it's impossible, the more I want to know the truth!This is too cunning!No wonder there are rumors in the dark world that Naruo Inaba has a deep, secretive and unpredictable mind at a young age.

The winners and losers have basically been decided on the arena. Even though this method of personally eliminating your teammates is extremely cruel, you must accept the coach's rules in this training camp.

After all, one of the two will leave, and no matter how unbearable it is to face it, it will not be able to change the final result.

Li Haida was finally eliminated by the training camp with Sanada, Jackal, Nioh and Liu who voluntarily gave up.

As the sun set, the empty runway was shrouded in a golden-red afterglow, and the figures of Sanada and Liu were stretched out, showing a sense of loneliness and sadness for no reason.

"Xianichiro..." Liu was silent for a long time before opening his mouth, but then he stopped suddenly. At that moment, he opened his eyes wide, and there was a kind of surprise and sharpness that was caught off guard.

The next second he subconsciously turned his head to look at Sanada.

For the rest of his life, he will never forget the look in Sanada's eyes at that time, as if the waves swept by the wind shattered the calmness of the pool, revealing the astonishment and joy buried deep in the eyes, and soon the waves receded into an impenetrable silence.

"Let's go."

The two words are calm and firm.

"Xianichiro..." Liu looked at Sanada, opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

Sanada had already taken the lead, and Liu watched helplessly as he got closer and closer to the slowly approaching figure.

A year seems to have not changed that person in any way, his figure is slender, his facial features are exquisite and profound, and his sharpness is unstoppable, and his whole person has a chilling and fierce aura.

The eyes of the two people who were getting closer and closer were so calm that it seemed that the surprise and astonishment of him, a bystander, had become a fuss.

From close at hand to passing by, it seems to be walking in their own worlds, with a sense of trance that they will eventually become strangers.

However, at this moment, Liu just wanted to ask that person, since he left without a word, why did he still appear?At this time when Sanada was the most frustrated and least wanted to let others see him leave in a mess.

In the end, he still didn't say anything, and left with Sanada, treating this encounter as a dreamlike illusion.

The setting sun sank into the horizon, and there was only a hazy night on the runway. Naruto was wearing the navy blue uniform of the training camp, standing on the empty and quiet runway, his eyes were dark and turbulent.

For the middle school students who won the game and stayed in the training camp, the first night in the training camp is destined to be a sleepless night, but soon they will have no time to mourn.

It’s not an exaggeration to say that the U17’s training menu is hell-style training for them. Even if they try their best, they may fall behind. After training every day, they basically fall asleep in bed. There is no time for sadness.