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

Yan Luo, Lord of Hades.

He can easily judge the life and death of all things. In his eyes, the ghosts, gods and skeleton pirates summoned by these tennis-playing children are just children's tricks.

Shura Shinto, also known as the road to hell, but at its root, it is nothing more than relying on the desperate power condensed from countless failures to form a field suitable for vicious creatures. Compared with the real hell, it is really Too ridiculous.These creatures... In Yan Luo's view, they are no different from ants.

He just stood on one side as a phantom, and a strong coercion poured down from the sky. The black curtain of tens of feet covered the sky on this side, making everyone stunned.

Those who have not started the Shura divine way cannot see Yama, but they can intuitively see the dense black mist.

"……This is!?"

Toyama Kintaro's eyes widened, but he found that the dark green-haired boy next to him was pressing his chest impatiently, his face full of pain.

"Hey—monster, what's wrong with you!?"

Toyama Kintaro looked at Echizen Ryoma worriedly.

Originally, the warrior's soul was about to awaken, but due to the appearance of the lord of the underworld, the cold and strong evil spirit frightened the warrior into the consciousness of Echizen Ryoma.

The silhouette of the skeleton pirate of Byodoin Phoenix was about to dissipate, and it retreated tremblingly, trying to get away from the power that made it fear.

The ghosts and gods in Oni Jujiro's body were even more impacted. After all, no matter how powerful Li Gui was, he was just a little ghost in front of the legendary Yan Luo!

And the door of the black hole in the bodies of Tokugawa Kazuya and Irie Sota quickly disappeared. The so-called black hole in different-dimensional ball skills is nothing but a medium between reality and illusion.The small checkpoint under the underworld, the border between the underworld and the underworld—the gate of ghosts, is far more terrifying than the summoned black hole!

This is called……

——After Yan Luo came out, all evils surrendered!

On the tennis court, Byodoin Phoenix stared closely at the condensed figure behind the black-haired boy, and the fear of the skeleton pirates had already been transmitted to him.

"Impossible...why can he comprehend Shura's divine way!?"

The blond man looked quite surprised. He had obtained information from Yukio Kurobe, and he knew that Song Yiran's tennis career was quite smooth, and he had never even lost. How could he comprehend such a powerful and desperate force! ?

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Through the monitoring screen, as the tennis U-17 head coach, Kurobe Yukio has a deep background, he can vaguely see the black silhouette behind Song Yiran, combined with the reaction of Byodoin Phoenix, he probably already guessed that Song Yiran What was summoned... was a terrifying creature.

"It's... so crazy."

There was confusion in his mind, and Yukio Kurobe looked at the wave graph on the screen that was rising in a straight line and was about to reach the critical point, and couldn't help but muttered to unbutton the top button of the suit.

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In the field of tennis, the title of Shura's divine way is definitely exaggerated. When this kind of power meets the real power of hell, it seems to be extremely small.

Song Yiran slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, his eyes, which were as clear as splashed ink, were already covered by the deeper starry sky.

When Byodoin Phoenix gritted its teeth and served the ball again, the situation was reversed. Song Yiran just moved the racket, and the black air wrapped around the ball and hit it back. The ball hit Byodoin Phoenix's racket hard. Trying to unload the force, the racket shattered after holding on for less than two seconds!

"Crackling-"

——That was the sound of a racket breaking in two and falling to the ground!

Byodoin Phoenix looked at the black-haired boy, sweat running across his blond hair.

—never...never could anyone break his racket!

After Byodoin Phoenix changed a pair of rackets, his mentality was already a little unstable.

The skeleton pirate from another dimension behind him...disappeared completely.

If it is said that he regards the despair of defeat as a kind of practice, so as to continuously sharpen himself... However, the powerful strength of the opponent has surpassed the so-called despair!

The current Song Yiran is more frightening than despair!

The outcome of this game...is self-evident.

After 10 minutes, Song Yiran easily defeated Byodoin Phoenix!

The sidelines were extremely quiet, and it seemed that only the sound of people gasping could be heard.

The reversal of this game was too astonishing, and the shady scenes that slowly spread in the sky that day also showed the fierceness of the battle.

"I didn't expect... Byodoin actually lost..."

Several people in the First Army looked in disbelief at the blond man on the field, the almost undefeated God of War, who lost in an informal match in Japan!

Under the exclamation of the high school students, some middle school players gradually understood that it might be a power that they couldn't see and was close to gods...

However, they have no way of knowing that the power looks like a god, but in essence it is a ghost!

Everyone looked at the pale black-haired boy. He was propping up the ground with a racket in one hand, and he seemed a little precarious, but no one would underestimate that thin figure.

——The boy is only 16 years old now, he is just a high school student...he easily beat the No.17 of the Japanese tennis U-1, and he is proud of all Japanese young players, even...he is not Japanese yet!

——He...is a Chinese student studying abroad!

"It's really not gorgeous."

Atobe Keigo crossed his arms, looked at the black-haired boy who was only one year older than himself, and said against his will.

Yukimura Seiichi's purple eyes shone with amazement, and the idea of ​​breaking through as soon as possible and competing with him deepened in his heart.

Fuji Zhouzhu's expression was complicated, he stroked the back of his neck, and sighed softly.

——It seems that the matter of revenge can only be postponed...

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Kurobe Yukio saw farther than others.

The point is, the boy is only 16 years old, so what about the future?

What height will he reach?

"We must keep him in the Japanese team...how can we give up such a treasure to other countries?"

The man's hand grasped the edge of the instrument table tightly, even using so much force that some veins burst out.

But, suddenly his eyes widened!

On the monitor screen, the black-haired boy slowly closed his eyes and collapsed, and his racket fell to the side.

"Song Yiran!?"

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After Song Yiran slowly opened his eyes, he found that he was actually in a wooden house.

The ancient sandalwood and the familiar runes reminded him of what happened when he first entered the sea of ​​consciousness.

The man in white looked at him with a smile, the white mist covering his face when he first saw him had dissipated.

"Good day, Song Yiran."

The man in white sighed, "Strictly speaking, this should be our first meeting."

"the first time?"

"Fujun is very interested in you. When you first stepped here, he wanted to see you, but if he saw you with his real body, you couldn't bear the evil spirit at all, so he chose to come to you with my own body. comminicate."

"He is... the legendary king of Hades, Yan Luo?"

Song Yiran had already guessed it, but he still asked in an uncertain tone.

"Yes." The man in white smiled gently, but there was an indescribable charm from a certain angle.

"I am Bai Wuchang, the fifth-rank Yin god of the underworld."

"However, I would prefer you to call me by my original name—"

"—My name is Xie Bi'an."

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Song Yiran, who was in a coma, was sent to the medical room, and a large number of people surrounded the outside. Finally, Yukio Kurobe ordered the players to leave for training, and they left reluctantly.

Several doctors came out of the medical room, and the leader was Ludwig, a famous German physician.

Ludwig looked extremely hard, and his short platinum-blond hair was reminiscent of the color of metal.

He looked at the old Japanese doctor coldly, and asked, "This young man's electrocardiogram is too stable. Although he looks healthy, other hidden dangers cannot be ruled out."

"Why do you want to hide it?" The platinum-blonde man said seriously, "In my opinion, to avoid all possible problems, he can no longer play tennis... at least go to Germany for a thorough body test first!"

The old doctor was silent for a while, "This is his choice."

"This is ridiculous... Mr. Watanabe, I thought you were a very responsible doctor!"

"I respect the wishes of every athlete, not to mention that there is nothing wrong with his initial test!"

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Seeing these two highly respected doctors in Germany and Japan arguing, the man in the white suit finally spoke, with a hint of sternness in his eyes.

"—No, no matter what treatment or testing, I can only allow him to stay in Japan...in the range I can see."