"The winner is decided!"

The phoenix crossed his hands in front of his chest and said firmly. Looking at the shadow of Shura on the field, the dark and obscure aura was like a wave split by a sharp knife, split in two in front of him. And he, like the king of the devil across the seven seas, overlooks everything.

Torres' eyes were uncertain, but his expression was as calm as before. In the first game, he didn't have hope, it was better to win, and it didn't hurt if he didn't win. The situation is still under his control.

Nadal sat on the sidelines, his well-defined face dark, his mind uncertain. Suddenly, he glanced behind him, his lips slightly upturned.

"Did you warm up? Huh"

The game has entered garbage time. The two Decavo, who can't get along, have lost hope of winning in the face of the combination of Oni and Kintaro. In the end, the two of them made a desperate gamble and attacked Kintaro with all their might.

However, in the face of Shura's oni with the black hole, their attacks simply cannot reach Kintaro's body. The trapped beast still fights, but it is like a farce, and it ends with two 6:0.

The Japanese team played the next game first, and their morale was immediately boosted. In contrast, Spain was defeated, but its morale remained undiminished. De Cavo and Sordo came to Torres and stood respectfully, waiting to be punished.

"Do you know why you lost?"

The two of them trembled, and they had the heart to defend but did not dare to speak.

The sun shone obliquely on Torres's face, a very ordinary face, with a sense of vicissitudes of maturity. The players all know that the captain has an extraordinary experience. His eyebrows were slightly upturned, his gaze was withdrawn from the ghost's distant back, and he said softly:

"Do you want to say that the other party is too strong, that man who seems to be a ghost and god is not something that humans can defeat?"

The two of them shuddered, and their throats rolled. Although the captain had always been approachable, and although the words in his mouth were exactly what they thought in their hearts, when these words came to their mouths, they slowly swallowed them back, not daring to make a sound.

"Decavo!" Torres's tone was very soft, but in the ears of the tall and thin Decavor, his whole body was like thunder, and his breathing suddenly became a little shorter.

"Can you tell me why you started using your left hand in the game?"

Dekavo's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he subconsciously said, "That's because, because"

"Because the opponent is a little hairy boy? Dismissive, huh? But are you an idiot? In such an important game, the opponent may send a good-for-nothing child to the field? Is that ghost Jujiro an ornament? ”

In the face of continuous questioning, Decavo's body trembled, and he tried to defend himself but could not find the words, let alone the courage to speak. Soerdo was silent, this game was not a one-person crime, he was lucky, but he didn't dare to have any luck.

Torres glanced at the two of them lightly, and said without any emotion: "After the race, run back to the hotel with weight!" ”

"Huh?" The two looked at each other, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"I forgot to say, it's three times as much as usual, and now, stand up honestly for me and see what the real doubles are!"

At the same time, there was a sound of smooth and powerful footsteps, and everyone looked up. I saw two young men of similar stature, strong and powerful, walking in unison.

A glint flashed in Nadal's eyes: "Are you coming?" ”

The man on the left has a brown beard between his nose and lips and a stubble on his chin. When you look up, you can see a flash of brilliance in his eyes, not a simple character. The other person, with his gestures, seemed to be showing strength, strong and shapely muscles, sweat that had not yet been steamed, and a pair of tiger eyes were terrifying.

"Castro, Paz, how do you feel?" Torres greeted him with a smile.

"They?" Nadal was taken aback, these two are not small in Spain. But for some reason, he was not selected for the national team.

The brown-haired Castro stepped forward, pinned his racket behind him, and smiled: "It's normal, but after helping you play this game, we have to go back to Spain!" ”

"Can't really stay any longer?" Torres frowned.

Castro smiled: "It's been long enough to come out, this is not the place we want to stay!" ”

"Don't worry, we'll help you save the day!"

The team members listened in a fog, only a few people were thoughtful, and it seemed that their identities were a little different. Nadal squinted, remembering the news of the two suddenly disappearing from the Spanish tennis world, combined with their attitude at this time, a little conjecture passed through his mind.

And then, the time for the second game has come.

"Let's start the doubles match, the Japanese team Chitose Chitose (junior high school), Tachibana Tachibana (junior high school) vs the Spanish team Jose. Juan. Castro (senior year), Moises. Paulino. Paz (senior year)! ”

The words fell, and Chitose and Tachibana came on the field. The crowd suddenly surged, chanting their names, and even some female fans shook the barbed wire fence and kept kissing the oranges. The blonde 'bad boy' suddenly turned embarrassed!

On the other side, Castro and Paz stepped forward in unison. Their steps were surprisingly consistent, landing at the same angle, even the sand and gravel that splashed up. Between the gestures of the two, there is a taste of the mystical in it, which is very magical.

"Chitose, the opponent is not a simple character!" Tachibana's eyes sank and he whispered.

Chitose's eyes were covered with a faint glow, his brain was activated, and the state of the two people opposite him was clearly displayed in his eyes. Between the two, he saw a familiar pale white, and if there was nothing, it connected them.

"Homology ?!!"

The two on the other side are actually in the same tone, and they are all in the same tone in their ordinary state? In an instant, Chitose's body became a little stiff, and he distanced himself from Tachibana.

"Huh?" In the Japanese team, Tanejima looked at Castro in surprise, and then his eyes calmed down.

In front of the net, Chitose and Castro looked at each other, and suddenly, he only felt that his brain had become dull, the light had dimmed, and his vision had become a little distorted.

"Huh"

The light and shadow flashed, and the eyes suddenly opened up. Chitose took a sharp breath, but Tachibana next to him felt inexplicable. Chitose glanced at him deeply, but the situation just now was really weird, and he was afraid that saying it would affect his partner, so he avoided answering.

As soon as he guessed the serve, he walked to the tee area.

Castro and Paz looked at each other, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and whispered, "Hurry up and end the game!" ”

"It's game on! Japan's Chitose serve! The end of the game! ”

"Tachibana!" Standing on the bottom line, Chitose's eyes flowed, and there was colored brilliance circulating outside the body, and the whole person seemed to be full of wisdom. He said to Tachibana: "The other party is not an idle person, they must have mastered the tone, no!" Perhaps, it is the same tone of a higher realm! ”

"Get ready for a tough fight!"

Tachibana's body shook, and his expression immediately became solemn, and he nodded. At the same time, a black-red aura spread, and the caddy on the sidelines suddenly shook, and his face turned pale.

It was a cold, creepy feeling.

"The homology of the beast?"

"Used so early?"

Outside the field, everyone looked at them in disbelief. How could this level of trick be used so early? Looking at each other's faces as if they were facing a great enemy, the way they looked at the Spanish pair became different.

"Dry! The opponent's intelligence! Mitsuya said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Dry two fingers on the computer quickly tap, and the information is quickly displayed. However, when he saw the information, his face suddenly became extremely strange.

"What's wrong?" Ryu sensed his anomaly and looked this way.

"See for yourselves!" Spread his hands.

"Polk, these two guys are not simple!" The rich and luxurious middle-aged man rested his hands on the crutches, and his cloudy eyes shone with wisdom.

"Hmm!" Polk said with a composure look. Except for ghosts, phoenixes and others, it can barely attract his attention in less than three turns.

Beside him, Tezuka's eyes under the lenses were glued to Chitose and Tachibana. In Japan, the two were at the same level as him, but when it came to the world, they formed a doubles team. This shows the fierceness of the competition at that time, and only Fuji can officially compete in the Qingxue Academy.

Of all the foreign teams, I am afraid that only he and Ryoma know best how terrifying this year's Japan is.

"Smack!"

Chitose serves, and the tennis ball shoots like a spiral towards the opposite side. The stirred air flow dispersed, and suddenly, the hot afternoon turned into a coolness. The trajectory of the tennis ball fades away in the wind and disappears without a trace.

"Good speed!" Castro said approvingly. He lifted his right foot, twisted slightly, and swung his racket into the corner of the empty field. The air stirred, and the tennis ball was found by him.

"Hmm" Chitose's eyes froze, but this was not beyond expectations. I saw that his whole person exuded brilliance, overflowing with colorful glass, the brilliance of wisdom flashed on him, and the process of the game was simulated in his brain and constantly improved.

He is like a high-precision calculator, where all possible routes are generated, negated, and perfected. However, all possibilities lead to darkness in the end, pitch black.

It's like the game is over, the program glitches, and everything can be destroyed.

"Bang!"

The tennis ball swiped past Chitose, and the turbulent air currents made his clothes tremble. And he was at a loss.

“15:0！”

"Chitose, what's wrong with you?!!" Tachibana hurriedly ran over, his tone a little eager.

"I" Chitose opened her mouth, but she couldn't describe the scene in words. None of the future he predicted could come true. He looked up at Castro across from him, only to see him smiling.

"This aura ?!!" As far as the eye could see, the aura around Castro became distorted, devouring the spirit he had cast little by little. Paz stood behind him, silent, like a terrifying demon sealed in locks, with a faint rancid smell from his body.

Suddenly, the tiger eyes looked over. Tyrannical and cold, as if looking at a dead thing.

"This"

The changes on the field are naturally seen by everyone. But they could only feel the terrifying aura on Castro's two bodies, and when their spirits penetrated, they saw darkness.

"I didn't expect that in the doubles combination, someone would come into contact with this step! Moreover, it's two high school students! The rich middle-aged man looked deep and said with emotion in his tone.

In the Japanese team, a smile appeared on Taneshima's lips. It was a kind of exhilarating and natural, as if I had seen a smile on something familiar.

"It was you"