呲~

The reddish arc of electricity twinkles and flickers on the ball, sometimes elongating, sometimes shortening, less like natural, more like pressurized. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info And the air was also distorted with a concentration visible to the naked eye, like a demon dying on the edge of death, with a terrifying chill.

"What the hell is this?!" Tachibana Jihei frowned, he seemed to personally feel the pressure of this ball, it was extremely cold, and all the goosebumps and millet grains in his body climbed up, in the face of the powerful current and deadly threat that came from this instant, it seemed that he could not resist it, and he could not dodge, if he was hit by the current on this ball, even Edogawa's extraordinary physique would be seriously injured.

“...... This ball, can not be taken. Shiraishi narrowed his eyes, and he was in the audience, and he also felt the destructiveness contained in this ball, the air flow that collided violently in the ball...... There is some kind of irregular movement going on, and if it comes into contact, I'm afraid it will ......

Qian clenched the pen in his hand, and because of the excessive force, the white paper made a deep handwriting, this ball, he, no, even Tezuka, will take a little time to crack. SA, Edogawa, how strong are you? Fujiwara is so powerful, as a minister, are you qualified to withstand their following gaze?

Everything is based on your strength.

Otherwise, there is no other possibility!

No matter what others think, the tennis ball is still on the move, and the pale red arc tears at everything around it, without pity.

Looking at the destructive ball, her eyes lifted slightly, feeling the undercurrent surging in the air, Sakura's eyelids trembled slightly, and everything was infinitely enlarged and changed in those dark red pupils......

molecule

Move to the right, in the boiling space.

Disorder

The three parties gather but mix different gases.

The target of destruction,

It's yourself in the middle of the pitch.

The eyes were light, and the smudged cold light stared at everything, indifferent, cold......

Raising his hand, in an instant, the arc flashed.

Matsumoto stiffened, his pupils shrunk like needles.

Call~

The wind seemed to be far away, and the sunlight was tightly blocked behind him. This is another world, crowded, noisy, even the colors seem to be covered with a silent shadow, the human voice is hazy, it seems that the world has been quiet for a long time, and everything is silent......

The racket, on the other hand, harvested everything that was erratic.

Bang -

Sand~

The ball landed heavily on Matsumoto's left, and it didn't bounce, but kept spinning. Circles of pitch-black ball marks were rubbed, and a subtle clicking sound sounded, and cracks began to crack around with this ball mark as the center.

The air was surging, and the clothes were tumbling in violent waves, which lasted for a long time.

Beep――

"Game, 0-15!"

“......”

“......”

Quiet!

Silence!

At this moment, everyone forgot to think and forgot to discuss. Shock appeared on Duke Watanabe's face, and even Hitomi couldn't help but tremble, and his voice was a little hoarse because of the shock, "Hit..... Hit back.... Went to ......"

It's true......

Hit back......

Mori Shouzaburo's face was straight, and a solemn look appeared between his eyebrows.

Poseidon, is one of the advanced skills of professional tennis players, using the unbalanced air flow in the air to make the ball gather irregular power hidden in the sphere waiting for the opportunity to explode, at the same time, the tennis ball itself is also traveling in an irregular ball path, coupled with the uneven density of the air flow and the hidden 'potential' covering the sphere, so it will rub an arc with the air, if the strength is not enough, the 'potential' will dominate all the strength of the contact, as well as destruction and survival.

Tough touches can cause broken arms and shoulder blades, as was the case at the World Olympics three years ago.

Therefore, such a ball is very devastating, and it is also banned by the United Nations Tennis Association.

It's just that I didn't expect that Matsumoto would still fight, but what is even more unexpected is that Edogawa actually took it!

And it was a real take, without any superfluous fancy, just a cut shot, a clean and neat counterattack.

Such a simple riposte is hard to imagine, but the truth is a perfect riposte! And it still looks like it's at ease!

However, it stands to reason that it is impossible to shoot Poseidon back with a slice unless......

Maori's eyes narrowed slightly, Edogawa, you are on the ball...... What's added?

"That's what you're called," slowly lowered his right hand, and an indifferent voice slipped out of Sakuraichi's mouth, hiding a unique restrained flamboyance, "...... 'try'." ”

"Hmph~" retracted his gaze that fell on the tennis ball, a low muffled smile came from the tip of Matsumoto's nose, and he turned his head to look at Sakuraichi, "At least...... It works, doesn't it? ”

Effect?

As if thinking of something, Sakura's eyes moved, and her gaze fell on her racket, and in an instant, her eyes shrank.

On the racket, most of the thread in the center is broken, and the end of the thread hangs scattered, and the thread becomes loose, like an old man in the twilight.

Actually......

Broken?

A stunned look crossed Sakura's eyes, but in an instant, Poseidon was extremely destructive, and if she was hard connected, her arm would inevitably be injured. So, all the devastating was transferred to the racket to avoid trauma on the human body, which would break the string of the racket.

But......

Sakura's eyes closed, a situation she hadn't expected at all, and she only had a racket with her. It is impossible to borrow from Fujiwara, after all, the racket has been used for a long time, and it will have a certain feeling and is reluctant to lend it to others, comparing the heart to the heart, and she is the same.

...... No way.

Sakuraichi picked up his racket, reached out, pulled out the broken thread one by one, and threw it away.

"Sakura was interested at first."

Fuji's fingers pressed the shooting button, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the arc was a little deeper than usual, "It's not the same level, that's why it's not serious," there was a delicate gentleness in the tone, and Sakuraichi's proud demeanor at the moment was patted with a click, "Well, it's really a bad taste." ”

"What is Edogawa doing?" Cilang rarely didn't fall asleep, and asked half-leaning on his forbearance (Yoshi).

"It seems to be ....." Feng said with some uncertainty: "Draw the line." ”

"Draw ?!!!"

"It's a draw, indeed." Shinobu (Yoshi) eyelids are slightly constricted, and the narrow Danho eyes become a little deep, and he looks at Sakuraichi thoughtfully, and his eyebrows are brought together, Edogawa ...... What do you want to do?

Gently pulling out the penultimate string and throwing it to the ground, Sakura hooked the last one through the racket with one finger, then tightened the dead knot, and fiddled with the five fingers to feel the tightness or not, and then adjusted.

Watching her movements, Matsumoto's eyes narrowed, and the white streamer flashed slightly on the lenses, "Do you want to play with a string racket?" Not a question, but an affirmative tone, as if it had been determined that Sakuraichi was going to do it.

"Uh-huh~" The dark red eyes turned slightly, and the cold eyes that revealed looked at the person on the other side, his expression was so scattered that there was no emotion, and even the voice was as emotionless as the narrator's emotionless indifference, "Your temptation ......" turned his body, and his pupils were so dark that he couldn't see the bottom, "It's time to end here." ”

Well?

Matsumoto raised his eyebrows, and before he could speak, his pupils trembled!

Airplanes~

An inexplicable momentum spread from the girl opposite, overpowering the original fragrance of summer, and permeating all the corners that could be touched in an instant. In an instant, it disappeared cleanly, and even the air seemed to be silent, the air was as delicate as foam, as dense as tulle, and it existed with the air, colorless...... It is also tasteless......

"Gas... Vanish..... Lost! Matsumoto's pupils widened, and a chill came from the soles of his feet, and then ran through his body.