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

After Song Yiran returned to the U-17 base, the training did not fall behind.

He was paid close attention to by Saitozhi, and even formulated a series of spiritual training methods tailored for him.

In a closed test room, he wore a black and gold helmet on his head, a fine, continuous pain spread from his mind, like countless needles pricking the cerebral cortex, Song Yiran pursed his lips, looking Indifferently, if it wasn't for his pale face, he really wouldn't be able to tell what kind of cruel training he was undergoing.

He experienced, a feeling of reinventing himself in pain.

It was like splitting his consciousness and reintegrating them one by one. This kind of great training made his soul power more tenacious.

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"It's painful, but...it has to be experienced."

The long-haired man in a white coat watched from the transparent glass outside the test room. He stretched out his hand to stroke his hair hanging down to his forehead, so as not to miss any situation.

"Reporting to the coach, the wave chart of mental power is growing steadily!"

The researchers said, looking a little incredulous.

Song Yiran's mental strength was originally relatively high in the five-dimensional data, but now it is increasing bit by bit, and has reached the middle level of professional level.

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Time passed slowly, and the team members who had been training in the mountains and forests all returned.

Perhaps because of the training camp in the mountains and forests, everyone came back a little embarrassed, and even Keigo Atobe, who always paid attention to taking care of himself, was no longer so elegant and indifferent.

After a short rest, Yukio Kurobe dealt with some undecided players based on his performance, and the places in each stadium were not equal again.

"Restart the qualifying match."

Yukio Kurobe glanced at those lists, and knew that the strength of some players...had not matched the number of the stadium they were in.

For example, Keigo Atobe, Seiichi Yukimura, Shusuke Fuji, Kuranosuke Shiraishi, etc...

——Also, Song Yiran.

"Song Yiran's current level should be able to challenge the No. [-] court."

Saito Zhi, who was on the side, raised his eyebrows and said, showing a smile like watching a good show.

"That kid... seems like he hasn't lost yet, heh, I really hope to see him lose."

Saitozhi, who was gentle on the outside and trembling in his heart, said, looking at Yukio Kurobe who smiled and said nothing.

Then... He suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Don't you think... he can beat those players on Court One?"

Saitozhi's throat was a little dry.

"Let's not talk about Byodoin Phoenix...just Tokugawa Kazuya, who has just learned the skills of different dimensions, he can't compare!"

"People who haven't entered the gate of Shura's divine way... are just ordinary people's strength... There is no way they can be compared with them!"

Kurobe Yukio shook his head slightly, "I originally thought so too."

"Until...the three people who first comprehended the Asura's divine way all told me by coincidence after the training camp that they had to fight Song Yiran first."

The man in the white suit raised his eyes, and there seemed to be deep meaning in his eyes.

"Do you think that during the training camp in the back mountain... nothing really happened?"

Saitozhi's expression finally regained his composure.

"—What a wild guess, Kurobe."

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The day of the ranking battle is coming soon.

When he was rushing to the No. [-] court, Fuji Shusuke saw the boy with purple hair wearing a jacket, and stopped him, "Yukimura."

Yukimura Seichi looked back and saw that it was Fujisuke, and asked, "Fuji-kun, what's wrong?"

Fujisuke touched the bitten wound on the back of his neck, where there was still some pain, he opened his ice blue eyes, "I know...you want to challenge him too, right?"

"Song Yiran."

Yukimura Seichi narrowed his eyes slightly, "Yes, don't you have a problem with Fuji-kun?"

Being able to fight against Song Yiran was the idea that came to him when he saw that figure on the court when he was young.

——This is a perfect timing.

"Sorry, I want to challenge him too, and I'm more eager than you."

The light brown-haired boy's smile deepened, but became more dangerous.

"So, maybe Yukimura...will have to wait until next time."

They confronted each other on the passage, but the dignified atmosphere was broken by a burst of noise.

"Have you heard... Song Yiran from Court No. [-] is going to challenge the players from Court No. [-]!"

"Court No. [-]... Is it Shuji Nakajima, or the other players at the back?"

"Not at all... He challenged that person!"

"The one who has just returned from an expedition and surpasses all U-17 players in Japan-Byodoin Phoenix!"

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—Is he crazy! ?

Such a thought arose in everyone's mind.

That person is Byodoin Temple Phoenix!He is currently No.17 in the U-1 session of Japanese tennis. In recent years, no one has beaten him except Duke...

However, Byodoin Phoenix knew it well, and Tokugawa Kazun also knew that the current strength of the black-haired boy had reached the point where he could stand shoulder to shoulder with them.

——Crown, only one victory is needed...to be crowned!

The surroundings of Stadium No. [-] have been surrounded by layers of people.

The black-haired boy took out a pair of rackets from his tennis bag. This is not an ordinary racket he usually uses, and it looks a little old.

Echizen Ryoma suddenly widened his eyes.

Holding the barbed wire with his hands, he murmured, "That's the racket the old man used when he was young!"

"Oh?" Gan Sadaharu who was standing beside him opened the data book in surprise, "Senior Echizen Nanjiro's racket?"

On the other side of the net, the blond man had a happy smile on his lips.

"It's so fast..."

Byodoin Phoenix rubbed his chin, "When I saw you playing with Tokugawa, it was two weeks ago... At that time, you didn't have any signs of comprehension of different-dimensional skills, but now... you actually comprehend it Is it?"

"Child, during the training camp in the back mountain, the one you used wasn't Shura Shinto?"

"What is it?" asked the blond man.

"When it comes time to play, you'll know."

Song Yiran said lightly, clenched the racket tightly.

Those who returned from the first army also looked at the black-haired boy in the stadium with great interest. They were full of confidence in Byodoin Phoenix.

Byodoin Phoenix, serve first!

The blond man clenched the tennis ball tightly, replaying Song Yiran's previous phantom serve in his mind, "Since you have a good serve, then...it would be too boring for me to use a normal serve."

As he said that, Phoenix of Byodoin Court swung his racket and hit the ball, and with a loud noise, the tennis ball fell straight towards Song Yiran!

That ball is not as powerful as his previous serve, but has an extremely fast speed, and its route is extremely twisted, like a slithering poisonous snake!

And behind that tennis ball, the shadow of an Indian cobra really flashed!

"Oh?" Tokugawa Kazuya said in surprise, "Did you use it at the beginning... Indian Snake Charmer!"

Although the serving route was weird, the black-haired boy didn't panic. Black lightning flashed from the end of his eyes, and he used the super straightness blessed by the zone to predict the next three seconds of the ball!

"I see... it's here!"

At that moment, Song Yiran stood still, and under the surprised eyes of Yijun and other players, he swung his racket and hit the snake shadow seven inches away!

The poisonous snake howled and exposed its sharp teeth, and was scattered all at once.

The tennis ball was hit back and turned into dozens of phantoms.

Byodoin Phoenix watched the phantom's trajectory with smiling eyes, and let the ball slip through.

"Very interesting, kid."

Byodoin Phoenix weighed his racket and served the second time, but he used a completely different trick.

The impact of this serve was astonishing. It flew high, like a phoenix soaring with wings, the light was extremely dazzling, with the heat of the luminous ball, and it struck down like a thunder at the highest point!

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"This is... the second world-class skill of Byodoin Phoenix - the Egyptian Phoenix!"

On the monitoring screen, Yukio Kurobe looked at the rising value and raised his eyebrows, "Byodoin is really serious. The first two balls were played with world-class skills!"

"This ball is not as cunning as the Indian snake charmer, and requires higher strength."

Kurobe Yukio took a sip of black tea, looked at Song Yiran on the screen, "I don't know, can he take it."

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The tennis ball carrying the figure of a phoenix fell from the sky, and with a fiery light, it hit Song Yiran straight.

Song Yiran clenched the racket tightly, the ball stayed on the net, and the hot breath rushed towards his face, which even made his hand holding the racket tremble a little.

——If it was the original racket, it would probably be scrapped right now.

but……

The monk-like uncle once said that this racket will never break!

Clenching his hands together, Song Yiran hit the ball back hard.

In the scattered phantom, Byodoin Phoenix recognized the real shadow of the ball at once, raised his right hand high, and used the third move of world-class skills!

——The third trick, Russian nesting dolls.

Compared with the original two balls, this time the tennis balls are spinning continuously, layer by layer. Behind the ball is the smile of the Russian girl Matrosaka with bloody lips, like a snowball. Huge attack!

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Everyone around took a deep breath.

This is the first time, in an unofficial game in Japan, Byodoin Phoenix used three ace moves in a row!

And... the first two moves have been taken back by the opponent!

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The black-haired boy looked at the ball and narrowed his eyes.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the blood mist exploded continuously, and the blood color on the blooming Bana flower became more and more intense!

His face suddenly turned pale.

Open, the field of blood!

The blood-red sand sea spread under his feet, and the Russian girl behind the tennis ball let out a shrill cry as soon as she entered the field, and disappeared all of a sudden.

——Three world-class skills, all cracked!

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief, looking at the black-haired boy who had cracked the secret phoenix technique of Byodoin Temple.

"I'm not mistaken, am I...Even the Matryoshka was sent back!?"

"He... is also a monster!"

"Is this guy really just a freshman!?"

However, the few people who had activated their different-dimensional skills were staring closely at the red sand sea under Song Yiran's feet.

"Sure enough, it's not Shura Shinto..." Oni Jujiro's eyes darkened, "It's time to use different-dimensional skills, Byodoin Temple."

In the arena, Byodoin Phoenix smiled softly, with extremely excited light shining in his eyes.

Behind him, a huge black mist spread, and a ferocious skeleton pirate slowly appeared.

"—The competition...is only now officially starting!"