Male God Cultivation Manual

In the lounge of the Japanese U-17 World Cup team, there are still ragged clothes. It seems that the leader of the team, Mifune, has no future. Then he said carelessly, "Win! My words are over!" The casual and brief words were slightly different because of his own momentum.

No matter what Coach Mifune said, the group of people who were already on the verge of being overwhelmed by the atmosphere raised their arms and uttered all kinds of excited shouts as soon as he finished speaking.

Those hard training, hard-working games, just for this moment, to stand on the world stage.

So, how could this group of teenagers not be excited.

Looking at the inexplicably excited group of people, Coach Sanfuan's face was calm, even quiet. Of course he knew what kind of team the German team was.Therefore, the unshaven leader glanced at the group of cheering people with the same eyes on the cliff, "First of all, you all start by experiencing death..." If you are an idiot who can't even bear this, you might as well pack up your things as soon as possible Go back home to avoid embarrassment.

On the court, the lights have been turned on, and the cheers of the audience also sounded.

On the broadcast, there was the enthusiastic voice of the host, "Gentlemen and ladies, the U-17 World Cup warm-up match, the German team VS Japanese team, is about to start. The following is the annual champion of the U-17 World Cup nine consecutive championships—— German team."

The shouts outside were deafening, and compared to the cheers during the national competition, it was completely different.

This is the arena of the world.

"Let's go, let's feel the world." Standing at the entrance, Byodoin's voice was as cold as a blade.

As someone who has competed in world competitions, no one here understands what that word means better than him.

The next moment, the voice of the broadcast sounded, "The next one is the Japanese team."

The moment Feng He followed the others into the venue, he felt that the light of the spotlight was astonishingly bright, but at the same time, the entire venue was also surprisingly quiet, and no one cheered for the little-known Japanese team at all.

Well, it seems that it is really different from playing games in Japan before. At that time, no matter when they played, the Lihai Grand Prix would always be the focus of the audience.

The voice of Changsheng Lihai will accompany every game and victory.

I kind of miss that cheering voice.

However, it's nothing, the more no one cheers and applauds, the more you have to do your best, so it's interesting to see other people's surprised expressions, isn't it?

At this time, he could think of the word "interesting", and he was really infected by his friend.

Of course, Feng He is not the only one who doesn't care about this. As teenagers who are on the world stage for the first time, many of them feel too relaxed.

For example, just after entering the players' rest area, he pointed at Kirihara, who was on the German team, and yelled, "Wow, that person is the professional player Borg."

Yukimura smiled, "As long as they are under 17 years old, even professional players can participate in the U-17 World Cup."

Feng He looked at the players' rest area on the other side of the field in the direction Kirihara pointed.

The one at the head of the German team should be the No. 1 of the opponent, the one called Borg by Xiao Haidai, who is really full of momentum, and wants to put his face on the hook with those under the age of 17...

Forget it, let's not consider this issue. Haven't you seen that their No. 1 is also a loser in this respect?

It's really hard to say which one looks older, Borg on the opposite side or Phoenix of Byodoin Temple here.

"The player from the German team opposite looks a lot like Tezuka." Sanada pointed to one of them after looking at the rest area of ​​the German team.

"That's Tezuka." Fenghe is now very confident in his eyesight. "Didn't he go to Germany to become a professional player? So it's not unusual to appear here."

"That's right," Atobe cocked his legs like an old man, "That's Tezuka himself." His observation skills are top-notch, and he recognized him at a glance.

"Is Tezuka representing the German team in this World Cup?" Kite didn't like Tezuka. He was beaten badly during the national competition. "That's that annoying face."

"Ah, that's right." Oishi remembered when he saw Tezuka. "Yesterday I met Tezuka at the lottery ceremony. I forgot to tell everyone that he is now the representative player of the German team."

So the big, unresponsive, useless egghead, Shi, was hit again.

Although Fenghe didn't participate, he felt that maybe this is how everyone expresses their love for the mother of the team?

"The aura exuding from Tezuka's body is stronger than before." Shiraishi put his bandaged hand on his chin, and the minister of Shitenbaoji was still as sweet as ever at this time.

"He is moving towards his goal without hesitation." Feng He also praised, he is a firm and persistent person.As he said that, Feng He turned to Fuji again, "I never thought that I would meet Tezuka so soon."

Fuji slightly hooked his lips, and opened his blue eyes, "I didn't expect that I would fight Tezuka in this way."

Feng He raised his eyes and looked straight, "Isn't it great?" After ten years of silence, he became a blockbuster. He was looking forward to the day when the super-aggressive genius would shock the world.

Bu Er turned his head, met the unshakable gaze of his friend, finally squinted his eyes, and smiled into a crescent moon, "It's really good."

"Now the first match of the warm-up match begins, Japan: Duke Watanabe, Fuji Shusuke VS Germany: M. Bismarck, E. Seyfried."

As the first important game that will affect the morale of the entire game, the Japanese representative team sent a very strong lineup.

Even if he is on the world stage, Buer still looks the same, calm and calm.

Feng He sat on the sidelines watching the battle, with his hands on his chest, his light blue eyes were silent.

No one here knows better than him how much effort he has put in from the cliff to the training camp. The match against Tezuka was not only a farewell to the past tennis skills, but also the beginning of a new road.

For the man who led Qingxue to an unprecedented peak, probably for everyone in Qingxue, he is an irreplaceable existence.

Just like Yukimura is to everyone in their Lihai Tennis Club.

So this game is very important to Fuji.Not only to test his new tennis skills, but also to fight against the back of Tezuka in his heart. Whether he can get rid of the old beacon and create a path that belongs to the genius only depends on this experience.

Game start.

In the last shuffle game of the training camp, Duke's home run, which stunned Ishida Yin with one hit, was still amazing.

Relying on such tennis skills, the Japanese team quickly got off to a good start.

When the situation was favorable, Feng He did not cheer or relax. He changed his posture, put his hands on his knees, leaned forward, and kept his eyes fixed on the game on the field.

Facing the fierce attack of the German team, Buer, who is a defensive and counterattack type, went online instantly, "Attack technique of the wind: Kui Fubuki."

Gorgeous super attack techniques like snowflakes, attack against attack, attack without hesitation, and score a point from the opponent.

"Is this the best new tennis technique?" Yukimura, who was sitting next to Feng He, asked, "The one you have been practicing with him?" As a roommate in the same dormitory, he knows more or less better than others A little more.

"Well, a super attacking technique." Although Fenghe has witnessed the whole process of Kui Fuxue's formation, he saw the genius on the field, with a completely different spirit from the past, using such a super attack that does not give people a chance to breathe. Skills, really... make him proud, "It's very suitable for the current Fuji." However, it's not enough, it's not just Aoi Fubuki.

"You're nervous." Yukimura looked away from the arena, and the eyes of the Son of God were always sharp enough to see through people's hearts.

"Yeah." Regarding this, Fenghe couldn't deny it, he turned his head and glanced at Yukimura, "This is a very crucial game for Fuji."

"That's true," Yukimura nodded. "Not everyone can easily do a completely different attack method from before. No, it should be said that for the vast majority of people, it is completely unimaginable." Therefore, It is difficult.

"Yes," Feng He moved the realization back to the court again, "However, don't worry too much, he can surpass." The gentle genius also hides a strong heart that can grow on his own. Yes, I firmly believe that.

The game on the field became more and more exciting. Duke's extraordinary strength and Fuji's strong attack were completely different from the past. Even against the last champion Germany, it was not inferior at all.

Shattering the inherent impression given before, the gentle genius came out of Tezuka's shadow and showed the world the side of a super-aggressive player who took the initiative and never hesitated or flinched.

No, it really did.

Break and stand!

On the world stage, so dazzling.

Feng He looked at the young man on the court, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, although he knew that Bu Er would definitely be able to do it, but to achieve this level, should he say that he is indeed worthy of Bu Er?

What an honor to be your opponent and partner.

With the final blow of Bailong, the Japanese team took the lead to win the first game 7-5.

The chestnut-haired boy who came down from the court held the racket tightly and walked firmly. The moment his sharp ice-blue eyes met Shang Fenghe's gaze, they melted away the coldness like warm wind. gentle.

The corners of her mouth raised involuntarily, and Feng He handed over the towel, "Congratulations!" The simple two words contained all the tacit understanding that did not need to be stated explicitly.

"Thank you." Buer's smile carried the joy of victory, this is what Qingxue's genius looks like.

He takes the initiative to attack in order to win, and is persistent to the end.

"Next is the U-17 World Cup warm-up match, the second match of Germany VS Japan."

The first game is over, and the second game will be entered immediately. In the second game, the high school students send Irie Kanata, and the junior high school students: captain, Atobe Keigo.

Looking at the combination of these two people, Feng He couldn't help laughing.

He didn't forget the scene where Senior Irie came to ask him after being rejected by Atobe in the car, and he was even sympathized by Marui.

Unexpectedly, Senior Irijiang still made a promise.

After Irie and Atobe stepped onto the court, the German team followed suit.

The high school students who came out first caused cheers from the auditorium.It is said that this person named QP is the staff of the German team and is known as the highest masterpiece of German tennis childhood education.

And the middle school student who partnered with him: Tezuka Kunimitsu.

"Atobe is very happy to face Tezuka." Feng He leaned back in his chair, feeling that this would be a wonderful match, "He has always wanted to fight Tezuka again, and Tezuka's arm was not injured. Time." Now this idea can finally be realized.

"Before Tezuka left, he said that he was looking forward to playing against you next time. Do you also want to play against him?" Fuji asked with a smile.

Feng He nodded slightly, "Well, as Shiraishi said just now, Tezuka's momentum is stronger than before, but I don't have the persistence to beat anyone." A strong opponent will stimulate his fighting spirit, But now, standing on the world arena, he has become indifferent to the persistent idea of ​​who he must compete with.

"Is this a kind of strong self-confidence?" Yukimura raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Because I don't feel that there is an insurmountable existence, so there is no such attachment."

"Not all." Because it is a life-threatening game, so no matter who is standing on the opposite field, whether they are alive or dead, whether they win or lose, "Probably, it is because the direction of attachment is different."

This game was completely different from the first game. Whether it was the staff officer of the German team or Tezuka, the strength shown was shocking.

Feng He had never seen such a distressed Atobu, and the difference in strength between the two sides made it almost impossible for the Ice Emperor to fight back.

"Is this the current strength of Tezuka?" Fuji opened his eyes wide and asked almost muttering to himself. While he was working hard to improve, Tezuka was evolving at a faster speed.

Yukimura's face was also serious, "Overwhelming advantage." Even Atobe was beaten to the point where he had no strength to fight back.

Feng He sighed secretly, "I'm afraid the mental blow will be even greater." For Atobe, who has always been on par with Tezuka in strength, such a situation on the field is no less than humiliation.

No one could have expected such a fiasco.

Looking at Atobe who came down from the court with a vague expression, Feng He shook his head, "This is the world's arena." Absolutely, there must be no complacency, otherwise, you will directly fall into the abyss.

When he was in Lihai University before, he and other companions had also faced off against the masters of various schools, but only when he really got here did he realize how insignificant the so-called experience before was. , I am afraid that even if they stand on the field, they will only face blows and failures.

"The leader of the three ships said, to experience death." Bu Er narrowed his eyes, and took Feng He's words, "He is not exaggerating."

"Yes," Feng He nodded heavily, "but, let's die." If it weren't for the extraordinary determination and the great courage to die, how could we go forward indomitably.

In this match between Atobe and Tezuka, even he couldn't remain unmoved. He couldn't be more clear about Atobe's strength and Atobe's tenacity.

Still a fiasco.

However, there is a cliff behind him, and there is no way for him to retreat. Then, he can only sink the boat and go forward.

This is, his awareness!

However, not everyone has the same idea as Fenghe. Atobe's failure has affected almost all junior high school students. Before they knew it, their captain had become a veritable existence.

In the third warm-up match, the German team turned out to be their strongest professional player Borg.

Seeing such a situation, Byodoin, who had been sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, wanted to move, but Tokugawa preempted him, "Let me play."

Byodoin glanced at Tokugawa's cold face, then sat back again, "It's up to you."

The high school students are the ones who will appear on the stage, and only the junior high school students are left. With such a strong enemy, it is difficult for people to be completely unshakable in their hearts, and the atmosphere seems to freeze for a moment.

Taking a deep breath, Fenghe held the racket next to him, and just stood up, but was unexpectedly stopped by Yukimura, "Can you let me play this game?"

Fenghe paused, "Xingcun?"

"Don't you believe me?" Yukimura didn't have extra expressions or movements, just a look, as if he had returned to those days when he was the head of Lihai.

"No," Feng He sat down again, with complete trust, "I believe in you." Our minister, our king, I have always believed in you more than I believed in myself.

Yukimura raised his lips slightly, and took off the coat he was wearing, "Then watch carefully."

"The following is the U-17 World Cup warm-up match, the third game of Germany VS Japan."

In the U-17 training camp, senior Tokugawa was already considered very tall, but standing opposite the German team in front of the net, he was not even as good as the junior high school students facing Germany.Not to mention Yukimura, who is already considered a very good height in Japan, but standing opposite Europeans and Americans, he looks extraordinarily petite.

"This height is becoming more and more unscientific." Feng He murmured in a very low voice, although he knew that his seniors were also tall, but they were a minority after all, "Can taller players catch higher balls?"

"What did you say?" Feng He's voice was too low, and Bu Er couldn't hear what he was saying.

"I'm talking about the height of the German team." Feng He slightly increased his voice.

Buer looked at the four people standing across the net and nodded, "Indeed, their average height is relatively tall."

"Ah." Feng He didn't know whether it was a sigh or a pity. He has always been very satisfied with his current height, especially after entering the U-17 training camp, he has grown a little taller.As a result, when it came to the World Cup, there was no harm without comparison, and suddenly I felt that I seemed to be much shorter in comparison.

"The game has begun." Bu Er signaled Feng He to look at the court.

"What a fast ball." The professional player of the opposite German team, Borg served, Feng He frowned slightly. With his dynamic vision, it was very difficult to capture the trajectory of the serve in the first serve. It can be seen that, How fast the ball is, "should not be inferior to Ochi-senpai's serve, no, it can even be said to be faster." But Ochi Moonlight's serve is used as his special skill, and now the opponent seems to be just an ordinary serve.

"As expected of a professional player." Fuji also restrained his smile, "It looks like it will be a hard fight."

"Hmm." The world's No. [-] German team, you can see the background of the team just from a single serve.

Borg's aura was astonishing, but Tokugawa was not afraid, and directly counterattacked with a black hole, leading to another dimension, which was not inferior to the German team.

On the other side, Yukimura swung his racket back to hit the ball back from the junior high school student. When the ball passed the net, the opponent was stunned. The ball fell to the ground and the Japanese team scored a goal.

"Did you have a dream of winning by smash?" Standing on the world arena, the blue-purple-haired boy was in his prime and full of vigor.

Because of the abilities of Tokugawa and Yukimura, the Japanese team took the lead to win the game from the German team.

Of course, the strength of the German team is far from that. At the beginning of the second game, the German team, which no longer tried, launched a fierce attack.

The competition quickly heated up, and at this time, a change occurred.

"Kaze, Yukimura doesn't seem to be in the right state." Fuji's eyes have been opened, his intuition has always been amazing, and his senses are also very keen.

Fenghe is more familiar with Yukimura's game, and he knew it when he saw Yukimura's appearance, "Well, he should be more active." The son of God on the field has never been a passive type, actively looking for opportunities to defeat opponents in one fell swoop , is his style of play, and now Yukimura, whose reaction is almost stagnant, can only come to a conclusion that surprised himself, "Could it be that his five senses have been deprived?"

I still remember that he had heard Yukimura say before that during the shuffling battle for the No. 20 position before the training camp, the eyes of Yukimura’s opponent could reflect all the tricks. Of course, in the end, it was also broken because of Yukimura’s new move Dreamland .

But by analogy, that is to say, if the strength is sufficient, it is not impossible for someone to counteract the five senses on Yukimura himself, and the professional players of the opposite German team obviously have this ability.

Bu Er's eyes widened in surprise, "Is this possible?"

Although this conclusion is so unbelievable, the situation on the court seems to confirm Fenghe's conclusion. Yukimura, like other people who have been deprived of his five senses by him, stood motionless on the court. In the clear blue-purple eyes is the chaos that cannot see.

"Yukimura, Yukimura!" In such a situation, even Tokugawa became anxious, stood beside Yukimura and called several times, but there was no answer.

"No, no way, Minister Yukimura!" Kirihara's expression changed, he turned his head abruptly, "Senior Feng, Minister Yukimura was really..."

Feng He's face had already darkened, "Yes." Now, the situation of the competition is very unfavorable, and there is already a difference in strength.If Yukimura has been deprived of his five senses, then in this doubles match, there is actually only one person left.

This meant that Tokugawa-senpai had to face the world's top players alone.

"Wind," Fuji narrowed his eyes, but frowned, "What does it feel like to be deprived of the five senses?"

Feng He's calm voice was also tainted with sighs, "People who have never been deprived of their five senses can't imagine that kind of despair. They can't see, hear, or feel. In an abyss-like realm, they can't even struggle." So far , he can clearly recall the feeling of being deprived of the five senses, the coldness that penetrates into the bone marrow.

Fuji looked at Yukimura who was standing on the court and couldn't move, "Can't even Yukimura himself get rid of that feeling?"

Fenghe didn't know how to answer Buer's question, so she was silent for a moment before speaking, "It's up to Yukimura himself."

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In the next chapter, Xiaofeng will play his first match in the World Cup.

Well, with his partner.

Looking forward to it? 233333

Thanks to Qiujiu, Old Wang next door, and little angels Hongming for their mines.