[Comprehensive] The Light Chaser

The House of Equality was too accurate.

No, it is not a complete calculation, but an extremely high possibility inferred from a large amount of real information.

The sharpness shown by the Swiss team after entering the knockout round is only the tip of the iceberg.And it wasn't until the final that they showed their true strength.

——The power that can be called a "miracle".

"How is it possible...?" Wooden Hand almost collapsed on the ground.

A few days ago, about a week ago, he also played in the doubles two, and lost in a mess.And now, he changed a partner, but lost even worse than last time, what's the reason for this? !

"Qi Tianlie, cheer up a little bit." Marui spat out with a bitter face, and raised his hand to wipe his face.He was sweating all over, as if he had been fished out of the water, but he looked even better than the wooden hand.

The red-haired boy who used to be physically exhausted can finally withstand high-intensity battles.

But everyone else who played in the game won, only I lost in the World Cup, which is really embarrassing.

Marui thought so, glanced at the score, took a breath, bent down and grabbed Mushou's leg: "Go back!"

"Wait... wait, Marui-kun! I can walk by myself!" The wooden hand was stretched out on the ground, and one leg was dragged back, very helpless.

Doubles two, two 6-0, the score is exactly the same as the last match with the Swiss team.

And doubles one...

Irie and Tokugawa, who had just played, were caught off guard by the Swiss team's doubles, which was fully fired.

6-1.

They grabbed a point, but still lost the first game quickly.

And at the beginning of the second round, they "did" with real swords and guns.

The black hole was used without any scruples, and Irie's always at ease finally disappeared.

He was drenched in sweat in no time, and his little curly hair vibrated as he panted.

Can't lose!

Tokugawa gritted his teeth, the bloody smell burning from his heart all the way to his throat made him almost retch.

But you can't lose, you have to hold on to death!

"Tokugawa!" Irie looked at him worriedly.

And Tokugawa clenched his racket, looked at the two Nordic men with indifferent faces on the opposite side: "Senior... I... don't want to lose!"

It's strange that the obsession with victory has reached such a level without knowing it.

No, maybe it has nothing to do with the victory itself, but because he desperately wants to prove his strength in front of that man, but he has not succeeded so far.In contrast, what the man once said, the embodiment of "righteousness" and the "Tao" he pursued, were also displayed in front of him one by one during the World Cup.And him?The statements he made so much nonsense did not match his record.

How much of the victory in the warm-up match is due to Mr. Yukimura?

And now standing in front of the Swiss team, he easily lost the first round of himself...

unforgivable!

"To win!"

When he swung his racket and reached the peak of his willpower, the Ashura Shinto seemed to become a radiant "God's Way".

The Swiss players showed surprise expressions, and Byodoin was finally moved.

Ryoma, who was standing near the corner, looked at Tokugawa on the TV screen, remembered the seemingly indifferent man that day, and asked him in a slightly crazy tone, is there any enemy you want to defeat with your life.

The young "samurai" looked at the desperate Tokugawa on the TV screen, showing a stubborn and unbearable expression.

Even if you pay the price with your life?

What do you really want to defeat, the Byodoin phoenix trying to crush your will, or the self who is helpless under the pressure?

7-5.

The second game of the first doubles was a real tragic victory.

Irie's superb layout and skills cracked the situation that might have been dragged into a protracted battle and ended in a deadlock, and Tokugawa's hard work and breakthrough penetrated the defense that was not tight enough like a sharp blade.

But at this point, the opponent still has his own strength, but his own side is indeed in a desperate situation.

Byodoin frowned and stood up from the chair.

Irie saw that he wanted to abstain, and hurriedly stood up from the ground to stop him, but couldn't help but blacken his eyes.

And Tokugawa's complexion changed even more.

"The Court of Equality!"

"Don't die on the court." Byodoin said flatly.

"Even if you die, you have to last until the last moment." Tokugawa said softly.

Byodoin looked at him, staring at him for a second, then two seconds.

After a long time, he sighed, nodded, and sat back down again.

But this time, he looked at Tokugawa with peaceful eyes.I no longer think about how ghosts will react after seeing Tokugawa.

This "elite" who was too regular in his eyes finally had his own soul.

The final game of Doubles One was too tragic.

Tokugawa, who stood up instinctively and swung his racket even after losing consciousness, and Irie, who was unable to stand up due to exhaustion, still observed every corner of the court with his eyes.

They didn't enter the state of coherence, and they didn't have the ability to resonate, but the audience at the scene all held their breath.

Nobody can say their fit isn't perfect.

This is a beautiful combination of technology and will, like fireworks that are brilliant to the extreme and then return to silence after exploding. The moment of glory is enough to make people remember.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the score stayed at 6-4.

They couldn't bear to watch it any longer, but they also couldn't bear not to pay attention to such a game.

Nioh stood up.

He felt that half of his body was extremely cold, while the other half was scorching hot as if it could instantly burn into flames.

He walked onto the court, and Byodoin, who was sitting in the first row, opened his eyes when he stepped through the door: "Go and win."

"I know." Nioh said.

They are already 2-0, and if they lose this game, it will be a certain failure.

...but he won't lose.

He has also played tennis for three or four years, and he is most sure of this at this moment.

Amadeus frowned visibly as Nioh walked onto the stage.

He watched and walked out of the lounge, but leaned against the door of the lounge with a look of "I just came out to see that it's not an off-site guide, but it doesn't matter if you treat me as an off-site guide": "What's going on?! Equality Yuan Fenghuang, you—”

"I am your opponent." King Ni said, "Look here."

His intonation was a bit weird when he protracted his pronunciation, and his English pronunciation was still a mix of British and American accents.But after the voice change period, the metal-like voice has a dangerous atmosphere that cannot be mistaken when it is deliberately lowered.

Amadeus winced.

He smelled a dangerous aura from the thin Asian boy opposite him.

It's blood and murderous intent.

This young man was stained with blood.

Amadeus smiled abruptly.

He licked his lips, showing a hunting look like an ancient Indian: "Very well, I'm looking forward to it too."

The first game was Nioh's serve.

He didn't think too much about tactics.

The model in the brain has already started to function naturally, and a large amount of data has been memorized by the brain.However, most of the information was judged useless by Nioh.He grabs only the most crucial parts of it.

And for this game, he doesn't need a more precise layout.

victory.

He needs the wildest and most direct victory.

Then just use the biggest method you can bear to attack.

He raised the racket, and when he hit the tennis ball, the ghost of the fox was already on his body.

And this time it wasn't a huge white fox, but a half-human, half-fox shadow that almost overlapped with himself.

The snow-white fox's hind legs are as powerful as a human's, and its footsteps almost overlap with Nio himself.And the animal ears were right on Nio's fluffy silver hair, as if he had grown it himself.And the tail, the long, downy, tough-looking tail—nine? !How can it be? !

Snapped!

The tennis ball whizzed away, and the wind sounded like a fox whistling.

But the tennis ball, which disappeared instantly, does not make people unable to catch the ball.

Even time and space are slightly distorted because the tennis ball cuts through the air.

Can this kind of strength be achieved by humans? !

Amadeus Ford lifted his head heartily.

He saw the shadow of the fox overlapping the body of the white-haired boy on the opposite side. After raising his head and screaming, he took a step back as if his skin had faded.

The shadow became clear and its shape changed.

The appearance of a complete fox gradually transformed into a human-like form.

Human legs, probably a silver-white cloak transformed from fur, and a face almost identical to that of a human teenager.It was frighteningly white, like albinism, but it had the luster of white jade.

Is this... really human? !

After receiving the ball, he also felt the unmistakable spiritual and demonic power from the ball.

It turned out to be the case.

That's it!

Byodoin Phoenix, this is the original plan!

But how is it possible?

How dare he? !

No, rather than saying how dare he, it's better to say...

To be able to control himself to hide his identity as a half-demon until now, the white-haired boy opposite must have more terrifying power than his appearance!

"Come on come on!" Amadeus excited.

The black fire instantly enveloped his whole body, and the black air at the edge of the fire enveloped the entire half court, but was blocked by the net.

On the other half of the stadium, a "creature" with a human face and a fox tail seemed to be glowing, raised its hand, and grabbed a fan out of thin air.

Pure white, with a silver edge, like a fan with something written on it.

Then the fan was half opened, swung down and up again.

boom!

Dozens of tennis balls hit Amadeus in front of him.

This is obviously the effect of one ball being played as dozens of balls.

It's just basic skills.

Is this showing me off?

Amadeus opened his eyes.

Black fire also flickered in his dark pupils: "Light cannot eliminate darkness."

Hoo ~ hoo!

The tennis ball is almost deformed under the impact, but the double spin after rubbing the net makes the tennis ball dance in the air in an irregular shape.

How will you deal with it?

Like the Japanese before, changing several poses to cope with each change?

The audience couldn't help guessing, and felt that this would not be the case.

But how should we deal with it?

Nioh raised his hand.

His demonic power finally overwhelmed his spiritual power, but it wasn't out of control, but was guided to build a body that was indistinguishable from his own.

And the "fox demon" who had the same face as him, raised his eyebrows and raised his lips.

The stadium seemed to be filled with Waka in the mountains.

boom!

Like a huge wave hit, the tennis ball suddenly hovered in the air, and the racket appeared there.

Mixed with light and wind, it whirled and smashed towards the opposite half.

"Gamewonby Japan, 1-0!"