"This kid, what a terrifying power!" Torres sat in his chair with his hands naturally on his chest, as if everything was under his control. However, the slight trembling of his hands betrayed his mind.

As the captain of the Spanish team, he has experienced too many ups and downs, and his mentality has long been unmoved. However, Kintaro's outburst disturbed his mind. Looking at the red-haired boy in front of him, he seemed to see another Shiraishi Kuranosuke!

"Japan is the envy of Japan"

Torres sighed softly and looked at the group of black-haired young Asians with envy. How good it would be to be born in Spain these days, and in that way, maybe a glorious dynasty could be established.

With his mind racing, he turned to the young man on the side and said, "Cawayero, give you ten minutes to bring that kid's information to me!" ”

"Yes!" The young man wore thick lenses on the bridge of his nose and had an ordinary face, and when he heard Torres's words, he immediately turned away and left, but he was a little resolute.

On the other side, the captains of other national teams also ordered to go down and find the details of the red-haired boy.

Team America, Ralph's blue eyes as pure as glass flashed a little brightness, he smiled and looked at the boy next to him, and said, "Ryoma, tell me about this Kintaro, okay?" ”

"Huh?" Ryoma was a little surprised, but he couldn't guess the mind of the person in front of him. Behind that warm smile like a spring breeze, he gave him a very dangerous aura, at this moment, how he wished that annoying old brother was here. But he didn't know that behind Long Ya's laughter, there was a lot of hardship.

After thinking about it for a while, he said to Ralph: "Kintaro Toyama, the first year of Shitenhoji Temple, has terrifying strange powers"

As he spoke, he gradually adapted to the pressure of the other party, and there was a lot of leeway in his words. Seven points true, three points false, the truth is also some information that can be easily checked.

Ralph listened, nodding his head constantly, and the breath on his body was warm and warm, like a brother next door. After Ryoma finished speaking, he nodded and smiled: "Yes, it is indeed better than Kebin."

However, listening to Ryoma's ears has a different taste. Ryuna had told him that Kebin had been brushed down because he had disobeyed orders from above.

At this point, Dudu walked over and handed Ralph a piece of paper.

"Sure enough, tennis is not such a simple thing" The boy was very calm, and his rich experience made him more mature. Turning his gaze to the game, in his heart, the blood that was hot as magma kept churning, it was the desire for the game, and, the battle with that guy!

As if sensing his gaze, Kintaro as he was running glanced over the way. Seeing this familiar person, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he was actually provoking the other party.

"Hah!"

Chasing the tennis ball, Kintaro turns around and draws the racket. Impartial, he was hitting the tennis, but he didn't stop there, but continued to take a step forward, a trace of hideousness flashed on his face, and he fanned out the racket in his hand.

"Sneer"

The tennis ball squeezed the air, crackling with a purple-red electric light, sharp and dazzling.

"This Gollum"

Decavo's eyelids twitched rapidly, and he looked at the ball in horror. The terrifying aura from the tennis ball pierced his brain nerves, and without the slightest hesitation, he held the racket with both hands and swung it out with a solemn expression.

"Bang!"

The two collided, and Decavo instantly felt that he had hit the lead, and the ferocious force seemed to knock him over. But he is worthy of being a top player, and in a flash, he tilts the racket slightly, and his arms are forced, and some of the power is counteracted with strong spins.

"Drink~ha!"

Give a shout and shoot the tennis ball back.

However, just as the tennis ball crossed the net, a dark shadow appeared in front of the net. It's Kintaro! Like an assassin roaming in the night, he quietly appeared in the blind spot of his opponent.

Leap and kick the tennis ball down.

"Bang!"

The tennis ball sinks into the ground, then bounces high into the barbed wire for a long time.

“game！ Ghosts, distant mountains! 1:0！ ”

Landing steadily, Kintaro threw a smug smile at Ryoma, then turned away with a smile. And the audience outside the arena looked at him like a monster, although the previous attack made people put away their contempt for him, but it was not as strong as the suppression of a storm attack.

The players of the other teams all frowned, this distant mountain was too strong, far beyond their peers.

Team America, Ryoma shook his eyebrows, angry and funny in his heart. This guy really hasn't changed at all, the ball just now, I'm afraid it's a demonstration against himself, although he thinks like this, but the slightly pulled hands reveal his desire for the game.

"Don't worry, you'll be played in the next game!"

Suddenly, a warm voice came. Ryoma's face changed slightly, and after calming down, he said, "Thank you, Captain!" ”

Deep blue eyes looked at his back, smiled, and set his eyes on the arena. Beside him, Du Du shook his head helplessly, but he didn't say anything. He knew very well that Ralph's purpose was not for the little guy, but for Ronya, or the existence of that legend.

On the field, De Cavo and Soldo were at a loss for words. I thought that the weakness of the other party was comparable to a steel plate. In their eyes, Kintaro's weight is no less than that of any one person.

Glancing at each other, Decavo's eyes changed slightly, and after a few seconds of hesitation, Soldo nodded.

"Hey! Kintaro is not bad! Kirihara smiled, but the expression on his face kept changing, which also showed the complexity in his heart. If it were him, would he be able to behave like this?

"Yes yes! However, the other party is not only there, right? Yukimura smiled lightly, and suddenly, his eyes froze, and he looked at the arena in a daze.

"Isn't that right?"

"It's so scheming, and I even hide such a hole card!"

"It is worthy of defeating the dark horse of Switzerland, and in this way, the form may be reversed!"

There was a commotion on the field, and Ryoma looked up to see the two Spanish players wrapped in a faint white mist. Gradually, the mist condensed into substance, connecting the two men.

His heart jumped, and he blurted out: "Same tone?!! ”

Homology! Decavo and Soldo tap their feet on the ground, seemingly out of gravity. The pupils are dyed pale yellow, and in the black spots, there seems to be an infinite mystery. That is the spiritual bond between the two, the singularity of the same tone.

"Is it in tune?" Shiraishi rubbed his chin, a light flashed in his eyes, looked at the two Dekavo who had entered the same tone, and said with a light smile: "However, you are not Chitose and Tachibana!" Ghost king, not Andreyev"

As if to confirm his words, a dark and obscure aura suddenly came out of the ghost's body. The black mist of the Dao Dao gathered behind him, condensing into a statue of hateful fangs, and the terrifying Shura of the multicolored dragon was tattooed on his body. The atmosphere suddenly became extremely depressing.

"Asura Shinto ?!!" Ralph said suddenly.

When Ryoma on one side heard his words, his mind turned and his eyes became dark and calm. But it is tightly locked on the ghost, the other realm that Long Ya said, the Asura Shinto in Ralph's mouth, what is it?

Affected by the aura of the ghostly dimension, Dekavo's pale yellow pupils fluctuated for a while, and then returned to calm. Raising his hand to toss the ball, he kicked it with both feet and slammed the tennis ball out.

"Whew!"

The tennis ball turned into a black shadow in mid-air and flashed in front of the ghost. After the tone, his power and control of the ball were greatly strengthened.

However, the ghost writhes its body unhurriedly. Stretch out your left foot, take your waist as the axis, and swing your right hand with the racket to aim at the tennis fan. However, every movement of his is like a flash of light at the moment of taking a photo, frozen for half a second, in the horrified eyes of outsiders, the racket comes first, and hits the tennis ball fiercely!

"Bang!"

The tennis ball turned into black light and shot back again, but the power and speed were much stronger. However, in the same tone, Soldo has also been greatly strengthened, and the ball that was originally impossible to catch can be easily chased.

"Uh-ha!"

The majestic and burly body stood still, and the muscles of the right hand swelled, aiming at the tennis ball.

Bang!

Even more terrifying than the previous Kintaro shots, Soldo was surrounded by waves of air and dust, blowing around like a storm. There was a hint of panic in the referee's eyes, and he held his chair tightly with both hands. Not far away, the air wave hit the audience on the steps, countless clothes were blown up, and mixed with the panicked screams of many women!

"Hmmmm"

The smoke and dust cleared instantly, and Sordo, who was in the center, was immediately revealed. At this time, his face turned red, and he had already changed to a two-handed racket, but he still couldn't stop the momentum of the tennis ball. Suddenly, a hint of ruthlessness appeared on his face, and his thick arms violently fanned the ball to the limit, and Dekavo beside him could even feel the heat of the racket.

"Crackle Crackle"

The lightning flashed, and Soldo hit the same tune with a terrifying blow, and even the faces of those players outside the court could feel the sting of the electric light on the ball. The expressions of everyone were solemn, and the power of the same tone was so domineering and terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, the tennis ball shot in front of the ghost. Outside the venue, countless spectators' eyes widened, was this person stupid? Feeling the tingling pain coming from his skin, the ghost suddenly swung a slap, and a black color covered the tennis path.

"Black Hole ??"

Off the field, Kirihara jumped up excitedly, looking at the black as thin as sandpaper in disbelief, which really blocked such a terrifying attack.

"Drink!"

The ghost exhaled a cloudy breath, and the racket hit the 'still' tennis ball again.

"Bang!"

“15:0！”

In the German team, a rich old man on crutches looked at the ghost on the field and asked, "How is it?" ”

Next to the old man was Polk, who was a German ace and had entered the profession. He was almost instantly recognizable by the distinctive signs, and at the moment he was dressed in light black civilian clothes, and beside him was Tezuka, whose face was as serious as ice.

Hearing the old man's words, Polk replied: "The sharpest spear and the strongest shield, the two are one, and they are almost invincible in three turns!" Hearing this, the old man nodded, his eyes became a little cloudy, and he murmured softly: "That's it."

Sordo's momentum has weakened a lot, and his pupils are between blue and yellow, and it seems that he may be out of tune at any time. He looked tired and a little out of strength, but more of a tired heart! The all-out blow was easily defused by the other party, and no one could calm down. Decavo is similar to him, and his heart is not at peace.

In the eyes of the two of them, the ghost's body became extremely tall, and it gradually overlapped with the hateful fanged Shura, turning into a blue-faced demon god with black flames all over his body, staring at them closely.

"How can there be such a person?"

"Is this our adversary?"

The courage has been lost, and the fighting spirit has been lost. Pop, like the sound of foam dissipating, the white gas between the two dissipated, and the tone was broken.