The second disease teaches you to be a man [comprehensive]

It's halftime.

Saiki Kusuo glanced at the note in his hand, the six rounds were over—it was time to announce the players who were poisoned by the undead.

"The player of the white team who was cursed to death is," Saiki Kusuo stared at the note blankly, his eyes and brows were a little unlovely, but he still read out the title completely, "Ice Emperor Atobe Keigo .”

Atobe's face turned livid for an instant.

As the undead of the white team, he originally had two lives, but now he is cursed by the undead of the black team, and his last life is undoubtedly used up. Naturally, he cannot escape the fate of being eliminated and leaving the field. He simply has nowhere to use his abilities. .

Hui Lu looked at the back of Atobe leaving angrily with tears in his eyes, and choked up, "Don't worry! Atobe, please leave with peace of mind. I will avenge you who passed away!"

Atobe was even more upset.

"Hmph," before leaving, Atobe crossed the net and looked at Tezuka Kunimitsu, who was intact and not even scratched, with a strange smile on his face, "Tezuka, let's go with me .”

Qian Zhenzhi, who survived, reflected light in his glasses, "It seems that the turning point has come."

The black team, who was still immersed in excitement, felt a bucket of cold water poured on his head, Oishi gasped, and he glanced at Atobe, who extended his hand to invite death, in disbelief, "Could it be that... you are the white team The undead! The object of the curse is Tezuka?"

"That's right, Tezuka."

Atobe didn't give Oishi a look, "Your team didn't arrange a special status for an ace player like you, and your life would be taken away directly. The verification of our prophet and my curse are all on you, I feel It's an honor, Tezuka."

Tezuka Kunimitsu could only shake his head, and left the court indifferently. He stood on the side of the court and watched the game with the other White team knockouts.

"The team is vulnerable without you. Next, it's time for us to come back. Huh? Right, Taocheng." Looking up, he found that Huadi, who was usually a supportive role, was still working hard for the black team, Atobe He raised his eyebrows and looked at Taocheng next to him.

Taocheng rolled his eyes. "……yes!"

The silent Tezuka Kunimitsu did not answer immediately, and spoke after several seconds, "No, you are wrong, your curse should not be fulfilled on me, the core of this team is not me. The black team won The pillars are still on the field."

The eyes of Minister Qingxue remained firm, as if he would not be shaken by anything in the world.

As soon as the words fell, a hand in the black team was raised, and a calm and gentle voice came from the crowd.

The speaker was a little troubled, it seemed that no one noticed him after shouting for a long time.

Guangzhou stood next to the speaker, and his natural luminous body naturally focused the eyes of others on him. Only then did they notice a boy with sky blue hair standing on tiptoe and raising his hands high.

Black Team: "..."

Team White: "..."

This time, not only the white team was frightened, but even the black team couldn't help but take a few steps back. Who is this person?Why didn't they even realize his existence as teammates!

Wait, this person seems to have been introduced just now!

So, he was obviously scared during the self-introduction just now... Why is his sense of existence so thin!

Qian Zhenzhi finally realized where the sense of disobedience all along came from!The reason why his analysis of the black team fell apart was precisely because his data skipped over this person with little sense of existence!If this is the case, the angel on the opposite side is not the Kai Teng Shun he guessed at all, but this guy named Heizi!

Hei Zizhe also let out a long sigh of relief, finally someone noticed him.He began to exercise the rights of an angel according to Guang Zhou's instructions, "Sai Mu-kun, I want to resurrect Tezuka-kun."

"..." Team Bai's expressions all cracked.

They sacrificed a main general, and Tezuka, who was killed by the power of the curse of the undead, was resurrected by the angel again!

He watched Tezuka Kunimitsu with helpless eyes—their minister returned to the center of the black team from the elimination area again, and the missing magic circle began to operate smoothly again, and he only felt his eyes go dark.

Compared with the sparsely populated team on his side, the neat and orderly appearance of the family on the other side made him somewhat unable to maintain his inscrutable expression.

Dry feels like his brain is about to shut down.

There was no player in the white team who could imitate Tezuka's domain, and Kawachi, the only player who could imitate his opponent's skills, served as a pivot in this strange formation in the opposite black team.

The pace of this entertainment game is very fast, and neither side actually did a lot of exercise, because compared to their usual amount of exercise, this amount of exercise is hardly a fraction.After all, a tug-of-war tennis match usually lasts for more than 30 or even 40 minutes.However, the constant re-planning of the strategy brought unprecedented mental fatigue and tension to the members of the white team.

Echizen Ryoma walked up to Gan Sadaharu, lowered his hat coolly, and said in a low voice. "I can try to use the Minister's Tezuka Phantom and Tezuka Domain."

Gan Sadaharu thought for a while and understood Echizen Ryoma's meaning, "I can indeed calculate the speed and angle of each person's movement like the other party, to help you imitate, after all, the other party has given a standard answer, I can't simulate it any more, that's a real disgrace to the data genre."

He sighed, "Unfortunately, we can't do that."

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"There are two reasons. First, we don't have as many people as the other side. To achieve the same level of assistance, everyone's running speed must be more than doubled. Second, our biggest advantage is that everyone here Individuals have enough room to display, if we use intense physical exertion to simulate the opponent's advanced version of the Tezuka domain, it means endless tug-of-war. The probability of this game being tug-of-war is 92% after one hour."

"This is completely self-defeating, exchanging the greatest advantage for the greatest disadvantage. If I remember correctly..." Gan Sadaharu whispered to Echizen Ryoma, "As long as they call you, it will be our Jedi counterattack chance."

"learn."

But the black team seemed to have guessed what they were thinking. Even though Gan Zhenzhi struggled to support him, the number of players in the team was inevitably gradually reduced. In the end, even he was eliminated and sacrificed on the battlefield. Echizen Ryoma alone

"Come on, little one!" Taocheng cheered on the sidelines.

Echizen quickly lowered his eyes, and when he opened them again, the surface of his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of silver frost, and an invisible layer of invisible gas seemed to float up and down his body, flowing and wrapping around his body.All the expressions on the young man's face also disappeared, as if the whole person had entered a mysterious and mysterious state.

"My heart has completely turned into nothingness, and emptiness becomes nothingness. Echizen has entered the realm of selflessness." Fuji Zhousuke whispered.

"It's really scary for young people." Shido Ryo couldn't help but sigh.

"Don't let me down, Echizen Ryoma." Atobe, with his arms folded, was already sitting on a recliner, "The state of no-self is a trick that only relies on the actual experience of one's own body to counterattack unconsciously. , I didn't expect this guy to be able to surpass his own limit and reach this realm in entertainment competitions."

Kikumaru couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "But, even in the realm of selflessness, it's useless to be able to use everyone's moves. Does he have to use the domain like the minister? The gain outweighs the loss, meow."

"Give it up, Carubin!"

Guang Zhouyou, who has completely turned into a villain, let out a chilling laughter. He seemed to have entered some strange fantasy plot, waving his arms majesticly, "Your city has been destroyed! The troops of my dark empire are surrounded, now open the city gate and let my army enter your hinterland, you still have a chance of life, otherwise..."

Echizen's expression showed no trace of fear or retreat. He seemed not to have heard what the other person said, and read out his move, "Super invincible, absolutely delicious, big wheel mountain storm!"

The faces of the members of the black team who had heard about this trick changed one after another.

This is Kintaro Toyama's unique move, and its power is extremely astonishing.

Echizen Ryoma flipped into mid-air by virtue of his vigorous skills, facing the scorching sun, he swung his racket fiercely at the tennis ball in front of him, like a tornado rising out of nowhere causing a terrible storm, heading straight towards the opponent's court hit.

The terrifying shock wave was sandwiched with countless gray smoke and dust, and the tennis ball that looked like a cannon hit the ground and burned a deep smoking pit, tearing through Tezuka Phantom's defense line.

"Win, win!"

After being stunned for a moment, the members of the white team couldn't help cheering.

"You're still far away." Ryoma raised his racket expressionlessly, pointing at Guang Zhou on the opposite side.

"..." The members of the black team looked at each other in blank dismay.

"...That." Kikumaru hesitantly opened his mouth, and hesitantly looked at Echizen Ryoma who was playing cool on the opposite side, he was a little distressed, "Really, the little one who has entered the realm of selflessness seems to have forgotten the rules of our competition. "

"..."

Ryoma's pupil color returned to normal little by little, and he chewed for a while before realizing that he seemed to have forgotten something.

"The white team did not call out the title of the black team's catcher, the Dark Emperor, and the black team successfully defended the title!" the referee announced wordlessly.

The white team, who was still cheering, was so stiff that their hands, feet and limbs were about to curl up.After a long silence——

"One more round!"

"One more million rounds!"

Until the sun sets and the birds return to the forest, this fascinating game continues until it is carried forward by these two schools and has become a regular entertainment in the Japanese tennis world.

Saiki Kusuo had a terrible dream.

When he woke up from the dream, the whole person bounced off the bed, a fine layer of cold sweat emerged from his palms, he gasped heavily, and his unstable superpower made the fragile glass in the room shatter , Sprinkled and sprinkled on the ground, reflecting a shattered rainbow.

When he regained his senses, Saiki Kusuo's expression changed suddenly, and his dignified and complicated eyes turned to the debris all over the floor.

For an ordinary person, nightmares are nothing.However, for him, this dream was a prophetic dream.