[Comprehensive] The whole world has a crush on male gods

Hearing Kurobe Yukio's words, Fuji Shusuke immediately withdrew his hand and looked up.

The high-intensity light made people's eyes hurt. The man in the white suit jumped out of the helicopter first, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and he looked cold and rigid.

Next, several researchers jumped off the helicopter one after another, and the old doctor rushed over.

Yukio Kurobe walked up to the two of them quickly. He looked at Fuji Shusuke's somewhat messy hair and flushed complexion, and at the black-haired boy leaning against the rock wall, his hair was wet and his lips were wet. It was dark red, and there seemed to be blood at the corner of the mouth.

Kurobe Yukio moved his eyes down again, and saw some dried blood stains on the knee of his sweatpants.

"My friend, what did you do?"

Kurobe Yukio asked word by word.

In Kurobe Yukio's heart, Song Yiran's unstable waveform before, I'm afraid... the culprit is Fuji Shusuke!

Bu Er·Back the Blame·Zhou Zhu was unwilling to tell what happened just now, so he immediately smiled and said, "Nothing happened."

Song Yiran knew what Fujisuke was thinking, and after feeling Yukio Kurobe's hesitant eyes, he also said, "It's nothing, coach."

The brown-haired man naturally didn't believe it, and asked the doctor to check it immediately.

When the old doctor saw that it was the boy who had been examined before, he felt even more kind.

The old man took out some instruments, listened to Song Yiran's heart rate, and raised his eyebrows.

Yukio Kurobe stood behind the old doctor, and he naturally couldn't show any big differences - after all, the boy had already insisted in private that he would continue to play tennis.

— It's just... weird.

If the young man had a heart problem, then his heart rate should also be too slow, too fast, or somewhat disorganized, but... the young man's heart rate was extremely stable, to the point of being secretive.

——as if…hidden by something invisible.

The old doctor has seen this phenomenon for 38 years and has never encountered it. Although he can't see any major problems at present, just to be on the safe side, he once persuaded Song Yiran to stop all strenuous exercise.

What's more, there is an extremely slender scar on Song Yiran's chest. The wound has become pink and pale. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all. If it weren't for the old doctor who had visited countless people, he would really ignore it.

The old doctor withdrew his thoughts, put down his stethoscope, and nodded at Yukio Kurobe: "It's nothing serious, I'm a little weak, just rest for a while."

Yukio Kurobe's brows finally relaxed, he motioned for Song Yiran to get on the helicopter and go back to rest, and stopped him from setting the exit button on the watch.

"—You are special, you don't need to do this."

Before boarding the helicopter, the dark-haired boy looked back at Fuji Shusuke, and the light-brown-haired boy's heart trembled.

"Wait a moment--"

Song Yiran said: "The back of Mr. Buer's neck also needs treatment for some injuries."

The back of the neck...is there a wound?

Several accompanying doctors brushed away the hair behind Bu Er Zhou Zhu's ears, and found several... biting bites that looked like hickey marks, but they were too hard, and a faint bloodshot penetrated.

——…? ? ?

The doctors looked weird, looked at Fuji's expressionless face, but didn't say much, began to apply the wound medicine, and wrapped the bandage around it.

In the end, Fujisuke did not board the helicopter, but under the insistence of Kurobe Yukio and the old doctor, Song Yiran could only postpone the training process in the mountains.

Through the double-layer glass, the black-haired boy looked at the layers of mountains and forests becoming smaller and smaller, and then looked at the countdown of the few days left on the watch, and sighed.

"……coach."

Song Yiran said, "Do you know about different-dimensional ball skills?"

Kurobe Yukio's gaze deepened, "Why did you ask this suddenly?"

"...I'm just curious."

The black-haired boy said lightly.

Generally speaking, the performance of the zone should be the influence on the inside of one's own body. However, Song Yiran discovered that the blood zone based on the Bianhua flower can take away a little bit of the soul of any creature that steps into it, causing them to collapse weakly.

——This kind of external field...it seems that it can no longer be summarized simply by zone.

However, the side effects are also surprising.

Now, his tyrannical and bloodthirsty mood has completely calmed down, Song Yiran remembers... when he was besieged by hounds at the very beginning, at the very moment, he sacrificed his own blood in the sea of ​​consciousness, and only then was he able to open the bloody quicksand.

Perhaps it was for this reason that he was so weak and thirsty for blood afterwards.

——Could it be... the field of different-dimensional skills in tennis?

"The two realms in tennis, apart from the realm of selflessness, are the divine way of Shura."

Kurobe Yukio thought, "With your current conditions, it is impossible to open the Shura Shinto."

"why?"

The black-haired boy frowned and asked, in the sea of ​​consciousness, that man with a terrifying aura had said the same thing before.

"Because...the condition for opening the Asura Divine Way is to hone a super strong willpower after experiencing countless painful and almost hopeless fiascos, and then reshape oneself, and the phoenix nirvana."

Kurobe Yukio had some smiles in his eyes, and said almost teasingly, "Song Yiran, in your tennis career, have you ever lost?"

Song Yiran: ...

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is really no...

When he was trained by Echizen Ryoma's father in the temple before, that person only allowed him to start the perfect match, and he didn't finish the game at all, and naturally he didn't win or lose.

—That was the only time he… was behind.

"There is no failure, let alone rising from the fiasco."

Yukio Kurobe touched his chin and said with a faint smile, "However, in U-17's No. [-] court, I think someone may let you experience that fresh feeling."

"Perhaps, you will be able to comprehend Shura's divine way through this."

So, isn't the Blood Domain not the Shura Divine Dao?

"Really?" The black-haired boy propped his chin and looked at the scenery outside the window with a somewhat unpredictable expression.

"—I think, for the time being... no one can make me feel that feeling."

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Time went back to the time when Song Yiran was confronting the hound.

In the forest, the blond man casually shook his hand, his fist was stained with some blood.

——He is the goalkeeper of Court No. 17, No. 1 in Japanese U-[-] tennis, Byodoin Phoenix!

Several hounds on the ground were seriously injured, and it could be seen that the Phoenix of Byodoin was several times stronger than Song Yiran.

"It's Coach Saito's trick again... It's so boring."

Byodoin Phoenix said, but suddenly raised his head to look in a direction, his eyes slowly sank.

A very far-reaching aura continued to spread, carrying a unique smell of blood, rushing towards the surroundings like a raging sea wave, blowing up the thick blond hair of Byodoin Phoenix.

At the same time, Oni Jujiro and Tokugawa Kazuya, who were in a different place from Byodoin Phoenix, raised their heads and stared closely at that direction!

"Has he finally reached that point..."

The handsome young man looked at the senior beside him who was also eager to try, and said seriously:

"Ghost, that newcomer, he is mine!"

"——It should be left to me to deal with it!"

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At this moment, only these three people can feel it... Only those who have opened the Asura Divine Way can feel this breath!

"No..." The blond man gently closed his eyes, his nose fluttered slightly, "It's not Shura's divine way...but it's better than Shura's divine way!"

"This terrible energy...what is it!?"

The names of several people flashed across Phoenix's mind at once, and finally, he settled on the name of the black-haired boy.

"It must be you... Song Yiran!"

— Beast, getting really excited.