"Burst clothes?!"

Amuro Jin's face also had a little more smile on her face.

It's been a while since I've been immersed in this way by looking at each other's appearances.

From the completely torn clothes, it can be seen that Linstham is no longer in the realm of bursting clothes.

One force will drop ten.

Sometimes absolute power doesn't necessarily mean that you can't defeat your opponent.

Now that the other party has already made a move, Amuro Jin will no longer keep his hand.

In an instant, a brilliant light shone brightly.

Compared to the restraint of Asura Shinto, the seamless brilliance is the most eye-catching.

The brilliant brilliance that hit people's hearts directly shocked everyone in the Swedish team.

Coach Hawk in the stands was even more shocked.

"Reserved light?!"

At this time, Hawke was really shocked by Amuro's strength.

Dark Shot Plus Reserved Light.

It's not an exaggeration to put this on the body of a professional player.

Right now, it all appeared in the body of a junior high school student.

Such a player is enough to be the main leader of many national teams.

on the field.

Linsham's heart was ringing with alarm bells.

Although he didn't know what a reserved light was, he could feel the terrifying aura of the abyss.

The strength of the breath largely represents the strength of a player.

This couldn't help but make Linsham's heart tighten.

However, the pride and self-esteem of being the Swedish captain soon dispelled the tension in his heart.

No matter how strong Amuro Jin was, it was impossible for him to back down here.

"Come on, let's give it a go!"

Linstham let out a loud shout and swung his racket.

Peng!

This ball blasted out a wave of air visible to the naked eye, and the swirling air flow fully explained what true power is.

Kimishima Ikuto and the others were also shocked, this level of strength was only surpassed by a few people even in the training camp.

"Annihilation!"

There was a hint of coldness in Amuro's eyes.

The strongest super half-volley blasted out a brilliant white light.

The blazing brilliance even obscured the sun's rays.

At this moment, Amuro Jin could say that sentence out loud.

"Me! It's the sun! ”

Rumble~~

The blazing light pierced Linsham's half, crashing straight into the wall behind Linstham.

In an instant, an explosive roar resounded throughout the audience, and thick smoke billowed high.

A fog of dust and smoke immediately enveloped Linstham's half.

"Commander!"

Everyone in the Swedish team was shocked and looked at the field worriedly.

This level of destructive power has made them understand that this game has begun to slide into territory that they cannot afford.

The smoke quickly cleared, revealing Linsholm's figure.

After seeing that their main player was not harmed, everyone in the Swedish team finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But what they didn't know was how anxious Linstrom's heart was at this moment.

Linstrom's face was gloomy, and he was actually afraid of the ball just now.

That's right, the terrible shock and mental oppression brought about by Amuro's great destruction just now made Linstham hesitate for a moment.

Hesitant to intercept such a terrible ball.

Fighters are fleeting, and hesitation will lead to defeat.

So a split second of hesitation deprived Linstham of the chance to hit back the ball.

Linstham turned his head to look behind him, and was quickly shocked by the power of the ball.

The thick wall was blasted directly into the hole by this ball.

The ball was firmly stuck in the wall, cracks like cobwebs along the perimeter of the ball.

The gravel falls from time to time, and it looks very miserable.

Even if Linstham is confident in his strength, he is now more or less confident.

He didn't know what would have happened just now if he hadn't hesitated.

With a strange mood, Linstham stepped to the tee line.

Peng!

The flat serve brought Linstum's power to good use.

The combination of power and speed makes the ball very powerful, and the slight spin adds a touch of treachery.

Although Linstham is not known for his serve, his flat serve at the moment is enough to crush the average player.

The ball was so fast that even Amuro could only stop it with one foot on the sidelines.

The powerful backhand volley blasted a straight curve, but Linstham arrived at the tennis spot like an unpredictable prophet.

"The Sword Comes"

"A Midsummer Night's Dream!"

This round it was Linsham's turn to make a move.

A dazzling white light instantly blinded everyone's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, the sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground sounded in the opposite direction of Amuro.

"Game, Team Sweden, 15:30."

......

"There it is! It's the Lord's Midsummer Night's Dream! ”

Wilkins shouted excitedly.

Midsummer is a very important holiday for every Swede.

It's a day for every Swede to enjoy and soak up the sun.

During this time of year, Sweden has a very long period of daylight, and accordingly their nights are very short.

And Linstham's A Midsummer Night's Dream is precisely the dream that only comes to that short night.

"Interesting."

Amuro Jin smiled slightly, sure enough, the world is so exciting.

The opponent's goal just now actually deceived him.

It's remarkable.

That white light means sunshine, and the real tennis ball is hidden in the night after the sun has passed.

I didn't expect the seemingly rugged Linstham to have such a trick.

......

Peng!

Peng!

"A Midsummer Night's Dream!"

It was another dazzling white light, which could not be blocked even in the daytime when the sun was shining.

Amuro closed her eyes.

In the face of this ball, the vision is no longer useful.

The dazzling white light of A Midsummer Night's Dream renders vision completely useless.

Even if you force your eyes open to find a trace of tennis, you will only make your eyes cry.

Winter!

Another sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground sounded.

The light dissipated, and Amuro slowly opened her eyes.

"Interesting, really interesting."

He didn't even feel the shadow of the tennis ball just now.

Linstham used his mental power to hide the aura of tennis.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Amuro's face, such a game was really pleasant.

......

Peng!

Peng!

"A Midsummer Night's Dream!"

Winter!

"The Swedish team scored in this game, and the score was 1:0."

"The two sides changed places."

Soon the first game came to an end.

Who would have thought that Linstham, who had entered the state of bursting clothes, would finally win his service game with such a trick.

"Stupid."

Kimishima Yuto chuckled, he could only give such an evaluation of Linstrom.

As a power-type player, he plans to compete with Amuro Jin for skill and mental power, which is not stupid.

Kimishima Ikuto believes that Amuro will soon find out about Linsham's Midsummer Night's dream, and that an avalanche of rout awaits Linstrom.

In fact, Linstham was still shocked by Amuro's previous big destruction.

In his heart, he subconsciously avoided the option of going head-to-head with Amuro Jin.

However, Linstrom has also calmed down in the interval between the changes, and he is also aware of the problem.

A Midsummer Night's Dream can be used as a miracle trick, but it quickly loses its effect when used too often.

If he wants to win, he will have to fight Amuro Jin in the end.

......

After the exchange of courts, it was Amuro's turn to serve.

Now that the other party has already made a move, Amuro Jin will naturally not lag behind.

At this moment, if you use Linstham as a whetstone, you can master that trick well.

Amuro held the tennis ball in the palm of her hand.

In an instant, a golden glow spilled from between his fingers, and then the brilliance intensified.

Until a brilliant golden light shone around Amuro, everything around him seemed to become dark in an instant.

"It's!"

Kimishima Ikuto and the others widened their eyes, they had seen this scene before.

"It's the boss's light shot!"

Atsukyo Tono also restrained the smile on his face at this moment, and the executioner showed a focused look that he would only have when he was executed.

The young man in front of him was really amazing.

Coach Hawk in the stands was even more numb.

Dark shots, reserved light.

Now there's another light shot.

He really didn't know what else in this world could be rare to stop this junior high school student from the Neon Team in front of him.

......

"Ding! Sentiment point from Kimishima Ikuto +3487. ”

"Ding! Mood point +3962 from Atsukyo Tono. ”

"Ding! ......”

A chime sounded in Amuro's ears.

Unlike the previous Dark Shot and Reserved Light.

For the first time, his light shot appeared in front of the crowd.

So the mood swings that bring to the army are violent.

In particular, the appearance of light hitting ball reminded everyone in the First Army of Byodoin.

Many of them wondered what Byodoin would have been on his face when he saw Amuro's light shot.

Amuro smiled, this was the first time he had brought a light shot to the table.

He is not afraid of anyone if he is more than glorious.

Light Shot!

Peng!

With a thunderous sound, the round of golden light like the sun smashed down in the direction of Linstrom.

The surging air instantly blew away the strip of cloth on Linsham's waist and abdomen, and Linsham, who was naked, only felt that his upper body was constantly being attacked by the wind blade.

The light struck the ground, and the ground seemed to tremble.

Then a terrible spiritual oppression struck Linstrom.

However, the more oppression there is, the more it can arouse Linstrom's heart to resist, and he also has his own pride as the No.1 of the Swedish team.

"Give me back!"

Linstrom's fan-sized hand swept out with a racket.

The moment the tennis ball and the racket collided, the air flow around them became more violent.

However, the ball was eventually beaten back by Linstrom.

"I actually called back! He is the main player of the Swedish team. ”

Kimishima Ikuto also shook his head after seeing this scene.

No matter how much you resist, it's useless.

He still remembered Amuro's winged angel from another dimension.

Amuro Jin hasn't even used the power of Asura Shinto now, and this is not Amuro's full strength at all.

on the field.

Amuro Jin walked forward quickly, sliding to steady his body.

Then the left hand was held out of thin air, and another round of "blazing sun" rose in his hand.

After mastering the method of using qi, Amuro Jin realized the method of infusing his spiritual will into the breath.

He is infinitely close to the second stage of the light and dark shots.

Peng!

The field was full of smoke and dust, and the terrifying air currents brought by the light shot directly rolled up all the dust on the ground.

Soon the stadium was enveloped in smoke and dust.

The two cyclones were divided into two halves, one left and one right, and everyone could only vaguely see the figures in the fog and hear the constant sound of hitting the ball.

......

Peng!

Peng!

"Game, Neon Team, 15:0."

......

Peng!

Peng!

"Game, Neon Team, 30:0."

......

Peng!

Peng!

"Game, Neon Team, 40:0."

......

"This guy! This guy! ”

Linstrom's face was gloomy, as if he could drip water.

He could clearly feel that the opponent's light shots were heavier and heavier, the pressure was more terrifying than the other, and the brilliance was brighter than the other.

This is practicing your own tricks!

It's simply unforgivable.

Linstrom's right foot is on the tip of the ground and his left foot is against the ground.

The moment the dazzling light in front of him flew in, his right foot slammed forward.

Roar~

Linstrom, who sprinted forward, was like a beast out of a cage, and the terrifying impact was actually dispersed by it even a little bit of the smoke and dust around him.

Peng!

The brilliance of the light shot was cut off in an instant, and this sprint volley poured all of Linstham's strength and mind.

Swish!

A strong gust of wind swept past Amuro's side, and then an explosive roar sounded behind Amuro.

The ball left a deep mark directly on the ground.

"Game, Team Sweden, 15:40."

......

"Whew... Whew..."

The dust and smoke dissipated, and everyone got a glimpse of the true face of the field.

Linstham gasped for air, the ball just now was a big drain even for him.

Now Linstham resembles an enraged beast, his sturdy torso revealing the power of the wild.

"Heh... It's a sprint volley. ”

Amuro Jin smiled, he really saw the ball just now.

Volleys are fast and accurate, and Linstham adds a forward thrust to it.

This makes the ball much more powerful and faster.

But again, this goal is not a small cost to Linstrom.

......

Peng!

Peng!

"The game was scored by the Neon team, and the score was 1:1."

......

Peng!

Peng!

"The Swedish team scored in this game, and the score was 2:1."

......

Peng!

Peng!

"The game was scored by the Neon team, and the score was 2:2."

......

Although he was very dissatisfied with Amuro's behavior of using himself as a whetstone, Linstham was helpless after all.

He can only attack on his own serve.

In Amuro's round, Linstham could only passively withstand the pressure from the light shot.

As Amuro Jin's mastery of light hitting became more and more proficient, Linster's mental oppression became more and more heavy.

The light shot infused with Amuro's own breath is not so easy to be able to fight back.

Even Linstrom, who was in a state of bursting clothes, felt a little struggling.

"What a hateful fellow!"

Linstrom's impression of Amuro Jin is extremely bad, this guy actually dares to practice himself!

Phew!

The yellow ball is tossed by Linstrom.

Linsted, whose heart was burning with the fire of ignorant karma, jumped and buckled his arm heavily.

The muscular arm poured all the force into the ball.

For Linstham's strength, Amuro Jin has already figured it out.

This is a player with few obvious shortcomings, whether it is strength, speed, technique, stamina or mental strength, he has reached a world-class level.

And the strength is particularly outstanding, in the entire training camp, I'm afraid that only Byodoin, Oni Jujiro, and Duke Watanabe can overpower him.

However, he didn't have too many world-class skills in addition to this, and only one move, A Midsummer Night's Dream, had already been seen through by him.

This is also the reason why Amuro Jin dares to use the other party as his whetstone.

Planning, then moving, has always been Amuro's strategic policy against the enemy.

But at the moment, Amuro Jin is no longer ready to ink with his opponent, and his light shot is almost mastered.

The rest is not something Linstham can help him with.

Whether it is a light shot or a dark shot, if you want to reach the second stage, the most important thing is to perfectly integrate your own mental will into it.

For example, the will to destroy everything in Byodoin, and the will of Amadeus to assassinate everything.

The first stage of light and dark shots focuses on breath, while the second stage focuses on mental will.

This is consistent with the path of the Asura Shinto, the path of another dimension, etc.

After all, the path is the same, and there will probably not be much deviation from what you have to master if you want to set foot in the ultimate realm.

......

"Damn! Damn! ”

Linstham kept screaming in his heart.

You can see that he is a little impatient now.

Not being able to get rid of Amuro's entanglement made him feel a little powerless.

"You're distracted, it's not a good habit."

Amuro's voice came faintly, and Linstham looked up.

An aurora of light hangs down from mid-air.

Amuro's volley directly nailed Linstrom's footsteps.

Winter!

"Game, Neon Team, 40:40."

The competition for this game is particularly fierce, and both sides are currently only one goal away from winning this game.

The Swedish team was particularly worried.

Once Linstham loses his own serve first, the match is likely to go to the side of the Neons.

"Calm down, I must be calm!"

Linstham kept forcing himself to calm down.

He knew that the more time he went, the more he couldn't let his concentration go down.

After taking a few deep breaths, Linstham was ready to pull the tennis ball out of his pocket.

But all of a sudden, his body became extremely heavy.

It was the small act of pulling a tennis ball out of his pocket that took Linstham a while.

"My body! My body! ”

Linstham looked at his hands in a daze, and suddenly beads of sweat dripping from his forehead fell on his palms.

Linsholm's eyes widened, this is his own sweat?!

You must know that on weekdays, he can fight with others in three sets, and he is still full of physical strength.

What's going on today!

Suddenly, Linstham thought of the Westlander from before.

Psychic assassination?!

"It's you! You're also a psychic player! ”

Linstham looked at Amuro in disbelief.

Spiritual players are not as simple as having outstanding mental power.

There are many players with outstanding mental power, but there are very few players who know how to use this mental power.

Linsham's words caused an immediate uproar.

Psychic players are rare, but most of them are synonymous with strength, and the Swedish players are well aware of this.

And only then did they realize that the amount of sweat on their main general's body was a little unusual.

Not even a single set is over at the moment, and it is impossible for Linstrom to sweat this level of a match at this level, no matter how much it consumes.

Westland is the most empathetic.

At that time, he was like this, and the moment the pressure in his heart washed away the embankment, he couldn't stop sweating.

Coach Hawk in the stands has long been numb.

Now that any traits appear in Amuro's body, he won't react.

In Coach Hawke's opinion, Amuro Jin is even more terrifying than the young god king of the Greek team.

Neon team.

"Yue Zhi, how does this move of Amuro compare to your spiritual assassination?"

Kimishima Ikuto asked the question he wanted to know the most.

"Not at all a level. He's much better than me. ”

Yue Zhi Yueguang said coldly.

"What a monster!"

Atsukyo Tono spoke everyone's mind.

And Amuro Jin's ears sounded again.

Today is destined to be a day full of returns.

......

"This player, please hurry up and serve."

The referee doesn't care if he is spiritual or not, he only knows that if he doesn't serve, this point will be awarded to Amuro Jin.

"Well... Okay, sorry sorry. ”

Linstham hurriedly apologized, and then his chest and abdomen kept contracting and turning.

Peng!

This goal was significantly softer than Lindsham's previous heavy artillery balls.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't change the situation.

Amuro's trial has worked, and with the seamless devouring of spiritual power, it is even more powerful.

Swish!

Running like the wind, with the blessing of seamlessness, Amuro's speed has also reached a world-class level.

Peng!

The half-volley floated straight by, and even if the ball didn't use the sword to slash the big destruction, it wasn't something that Linstham could keep up with now.

Linstham struggled to move, and it was as if he had a thousand mountains on his back.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could only watch the ball pass in front of him.

For a player like Linstrom, who is more traditional, the most annoying thing is a mental player.

Now he is the prey that has fallen into the hunting net, and the more he struggles, the tighter the net tied to his body.

"The Lord will..."

It was the first time that Wilkinson and the others had seen Linstham look so embarrassed.

They know it's time for the game.

Linstham was still holding on only because of the jersey on his body, the badge on his shoulder.

At the end of the road, this is the best portrayal of Linstham now.

For him, the game was already over.

If it weren't for the glory and responsibility of the country, Linstham would have stopped insisting a long time ago.

A few minutes later.

With Amuro Jin's big rice spoon shot, this game finally came to an end.

"At the end of the game, the neon team Amuro Jin won, with a score of 6:2."