What was that?

Countless players and powerhouses looked at Torres in shock. The power just now clearly reached the top of the third turn. But doesn't he only have two turns? Could it be that he is hiding his strength?

"It's really just a second turn," Ralph said calmly.

Beside him, Du Du looked a little unnatural. And Ryoma was shocked, what did he see just now? Those blue-black eyes that seemed to suck everything in.

"What's wrong, Ryoma?" The other party smiled at him, startled his face suddenly, and said unnaturally: "No, nothing"

"Oh, really?" Ralph chuckled and turned his gaze to the arena.

Suddenly, Ryoma only felt that the pressure on his body had dropped sharply. He exhaled deep and cast his gaze on the field, his eyes darkened when he saw Tokugawa who had fallen to the ground.

"I still haven't been able to win."

Irie and Oni rushed into the court, and regardless of the referee's reaction, they dropped a word of abstention and helped Tokugawa aside. There, the phoenix beckoned the medic to come over.

Perhaps because he understood their worries about their teammates, the referee was not angry, and immediately shouted: "Due to the abstention of the Japanese team Tokugawa Kazuya, the Spanish team won the singles second match!" ”

Although it was not finished, the audience did not have many complaints. It's not just because it's a great match, but it's also because the next one they're looking forward to, a real showdown.

The second game of the tennis trio is two evenly matched. Just thinking about it makes people eager to finish the work that is being repaired.

On the other side, Torres dragged his tired body back to the line. Salt soda and towels were immediately offered, but he pushed them away, his eyes sweeping towards Nadal like a knife.

"Raphael, go get me the victory back!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and bloodshot blood was clearly visible around his eyeballs. It was as if Nadal had answered a wrong word, and those two eyes were about to pierce him. The mighty body shook the team members next to him and took a few steps back, looking at this scene in horror.

"Yes!"

Nadal replied in a loud voice, his whole being shining like a peerless sword.

"Go ahead," Torres said, looking tired, waving his hand. The people around him immediately held him up and brought him aside to replenish his water.

On the other side, Shiraishi also picked up his racket and turned around and walked towards the warm-up court

Twenty minutes later, the court was repaired, and Shiraishi and Nadal had already warmed up.

The two gathered in front of the net, their eyes facing each other, and the aura emanating from their bodies canceled each other out. Suddenly, Nadal stretched out his hand and said to him: "Introduce yourself again, Spanish team, Rafael. Nadal! ”

Shiraishi hooked the corners of his mouth, held his hand and said, "Japanese team, Shiraishi Kuranosuke!" ”

"Boom!"

There were enthusiastic cheers from outside the stadium, and fans on both sides opened their throats and shouted. The name of Shiraishi or Nadal kept coming from the court.

"Crazy, crazy." Kirihara also tugged at his clothes, his eyes blazing at the arena.

"Akaya, pay attention to the image" Yukimura smiled. Immediately, he also looked at the arena. This game is probably one of the most watched games in this World Cup, right?

The rest of the people also held their breath and looked at the arena intently, for fear of missing a detail.

On the other side, the choice of sides between the two ended. Shiraishi had better luck and was given a serve. And as the two stood and prepared, the referee also cleared his throat and shouted: "In the third round of the World Cup, Japan vs Spain, a singles match!" ”

"Japan's Kuranosuke Shiraishi is right, Spain's Rafael. Nadal! ”

"The game begins, Shiraishi serves, and the game ends!"

Standing in the tee box, Shiraishi holds the tennis ball in his right hand. Now, he is no longer a fledgling kid, and countless games have made him feel unfazed.

Looking at Nadal, who was also waiting for him on the other side, a chuckle hung on the corner of his mouth. In this battle, he is not sure of winning, but he will enjoy it and fight happily.

"Whew"

Throwing the tennis ball up and aiming for the corner to Nadal's right, Shiraishi quickly flipped the racket downwards in his hand.

"Bang!"

The tennis ball was struck, and suddenly, the air around him shook, and countless dusty sand were swept away by the high-speed rotation on the tennis ball, shooting towards the opposite side.

"This !! serve" The pupils behind the dry lenses contracted suddenly, and the pen in his hand moved, but then he put it down.

There is no point in writing down such a serve. For him, it may be a level that will never be reached, but for Baishi, it is just a matter of effort. Instead of collecting this level of competition information, it is better to observe it carefully, which will be of great benefit to yourself.

"Whoosh~"

The tennis ball was like a sharp arrow, appearing next to Nadal in an instant. But he didn't panic, stepped over, came to the tennis, and hit the racket in his left hand.

"Bang!"

The power of this ball is terrifying. The high-speed spinning tennis ball drilled his special net line into constant shape, trembling constantly, but unable to move forward a bit.

The corners of Nadal's mouth were slightly hooked, his feet were steady, and his waist twisted hard, throwing the powerful serve out. It was as if it was not a buckshot tennis ball, but a ball of waste paper.

"Sneer"

The tennis ball rubbed violently against the air, and suddenly, the lightning flashed, and the fine dust in the air was swept in and exploded. The sound of continuous bangs came out, and everyone's faces changed and changed.

Fortunately, this is a common occurrence on tennis courts, otherwise, after a game, the local police will probably collapse the prostate

"Good time!"

Looking at this ball, Shiraishi did not dodge or dodge, stepped out, and a raging flame appeared behind him.

"Is this -- aggression like fire?" Yukimura was shocked, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes. Can you take this level of flame attack by yourself?

"Bang!"

Shiraishi spun around, his racket covered the tennis ball, and before everyone had time to react, Nadal's terrifying attack was instantly knocked back by him.

"Boom!"

The blazing air waves were discharged and blew in front of everyone, making them feel as if they were in the Hanhai Desert.

"This guy, what kind of fire do you use,,, Watanabe snorted a few times, and his mouth kept complaining. However, his eyes became more and more solemn as he looked at the game. The sweat on his body, seven points are sunburned, and the other three points are to feel the aura of the collision of the two people on the field.

One pitch black and one blue, like two tornadoes, shattered all the spiritual gazes cast on them.

Seeing the flaming blow, Nadal chuckled and leapt forward, swelling his muscles to knock the racket.

Shiraishi also ran forward, and the racket in his hand was like a big net covering the sky, covering the ferocious return ball.

The two of them moved faster and faster, and everyone was dazzled. Gradually, someone closes their eyes and can't keep up with their movements. The frequency of hitting the ball in someone's ears was so fast that he had to plug his ears with a tissue and rest for a while

"Bang!"

“game！ White Rock! 1：0！ ”

"Bang! Nadal! 1：1！ ”

Both sides played a game, but they both breathed steadily, and they were constantly moving their bodies, as if they were still warming up just now.

On the contrary, someone outside the stadium forced himself to follow their movements, and he collapsed and was taken to the hospital by the emergency personnel around the stadium.

"Barisavich, how does it feel!" The German team, the rich old man's crutches tapped the ground a few times, his eyes faded, and he said to Polk.

Next to him, Tezuka also turned his attention to hear what the other party said about these two people his age.

Polk thought for a moment and said aloud:

"Kuranosuke Shiraishi, like an abyss, you can't see his bottom limit"

"Nadal is like a calm sea, but it can turn into a storm and tsunami at any time"

"The two of them fight to the end, and they will definitely reach the limit. So"

His eyes flashed like two lightning bolts. "Their last opponent is themselves"

"Boom!"

As soon as Polk's words fell, he sensed a terrifying explosion of momentum.

On the court, Nadal sent Shiraishi serve back. At the same time, a vague-looking sea god appeared behind him, holding a crystal spear in his hand, and the powerful aura pressure was lined up in all directions.

"Are you here, the 'Emperor of the Sea' who has turned three times," Zhuang Yichu whispered.

Because Torres's extradimensional trick is also the god of the sea, and the two are a little different, so he named Nadal's three-turn move 'Emperor of the Sea'!

A true emperor who rules over all the order of the seas and is above the gods.

"Crackle"

The brilliant blue electric light exploded, and the arc light was raging, slapping on the ground, and suddenly, the field cracked with some fine lines. And the tennis ball, which condensed Nadal's blow, flew straight towards Baishi.

"My heart doesn't move"

Bai Shi thought in his heart, and immediately, a black light radiated around him as the center. Suddenly, the speed of the tennis ball slowed down a little, and half of the electric light wrapped around it instantly dissipated.

Call~

Shiraishi looked up, and a black shadow burst out behind him. The racket waved, and a gilded Fang Tian painting halberd followed, and the tip of the halberd reflected the cold light, and hit the tennis ball with a poof.

"Bang!"

The powerful concussive force made the tennis ball with a clear blue electric light turn sharply, and the black arc was diffuse. The reflection of light and shadow covered Shiraishi's face, making him a little more mysterious.

Rumble!

The tennis ball shoots out like a black atomic ray.

The real three-turn battle has begun!