"Today, it's really unlucky." Sengoku's pupils were filled with fear.

The god in his sight is like a god of death, constantly chasing after him, wielding the scythe of death.

Now the score is 5-3.

He was one game away from losing the match, but he was hungry for defeat like never before.

That's how you can escape from this place.

His eyelids drooped and he held his serve for a long time until the referee reminded him.

"Huh!" He threw the ball and was about to jump, but his vision suddenly went dark, and he was caught off guard and waved an empty racket.

"Error on serve."

Chigoku crouched down a little embarrassed, groping for the ball, his eyes full of fear.

"I can't see it, why can't I see it?!" He muttered to himself in a panic, and with great difficulty found the tennis ball on the ground, and grabbed it tremblingly.

He covered the doll's eyes. Qian noticed Shen Dailan's movements.

"It's horrible, I don't want to play with him." Kikumaru hid behind Oishi and said in fear.

"This kind of ability may only be comparable to Yukimura, the son of the gods, Tezuka, this time the probability of us encountering Fudo Peak is very high, and the victory rate of anyone against the Kamidai is less than ten percent." Kan looked at Tezuka, and the words were not finished, but everyone knew the meaning.

For the sake of Seigaku's victory, he wants Tezuka to avoid Kamidai Blue.

Tezuka's eyes were calm and calm, and no one could see through his inner thoughts.

"Okay." For a moment, Tezuka, who cherished words like gold, spat out a word.

"Then our goal is to win three games early, otherwise, we will lose." Qian's brows tightened, and he muttered.

"Wrong serve.

“15-0。”

“30-0。”

At this time, under everyone's unbearable gaze, Qianshi had already sent away two points.

"Whew." He gasped hard, physically and mentally exhausted.

There is even a faint tendency to collapse.

"Looks like it's over." Shen Dailan shook his head secretly.

Unlike Fuji, a player who can break through with one kick at the goal, Sengoku can break through in one fell swoop in the game, and Chigoku's problem is the current style of tennis.

You need to overturn the current tennis and learn a new tennis.

It's a big project.

All Shen Dailan can do is make him understand that tennis is not a game of luck.

Thinking of this, Kamidai Lan removed the hand covering the doll.

"Let's get it over quickly." He walked onto the court with his racket on his shoulder.

"Oops, can't you play." Pseudo Qianshi has some regrets, but still chooses to accept it.

He looked at Qianshi and said with a smile: "Qianshi, you are really lucky, you can fight against the gods, you must become stronger, I will look forward to fighting you for the second time." ”

"Don't clone so much." With a wave of Kamidai Blue's hand, the pseudo-thousand stones immediately turned into liquid and disappeared into the air with the doll.

"Hurry up and serve." Kamidai Lan looked at Chigoku with an indifferent expression.

"Is it over? I can see it. "Sengoku's chest rises and falls violently like a blower.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, only to find that his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"Huh." He tossed the ball, the direction of the ball was a little backward, he had no choice but to take a step back, bend backwards, and send the ball out.

"His posture has been completely deformed, and his mentality has collapsed." Countless people shook their heads.

Mentality is the most important thing for a tennis player.

If you don't even think you can win, then how can you turn the tables around.

"Bang." As soon as the ball crossed the net, it flew upside down at a faster speed and bounced off at the feet of Senshi, who didn't even make a tentative swing.

“40-0。”

There is one last ball left.

"Qianshi, what are you doing, give me something serious." Several Yamabuki Masan shouted angrily.

Even if Yamabuki loses, it can't lose so ugly.

In so many countries, even Lihai came to watch the battle, and the thousand stones represent the mountain blow!

Chigoku threw the ball a little numbly, and the sound of the argument kept coming to his mind.

"Cheer up, this is the last ball, you can't just lose it."

"It's horrible on the other side, it's the last ball anyway, so let's lose it like this."

The two villains in their minds fought.

Eventually, Chigoku's eyes became clear.

"Shendai, you are really strong, it was you who made me understand that there is such a terrifying existence among my peers, compared to you, maybe my talent is nothing at all." He clung to the tennis ball.

"Thank you for making me realize how naïve I was in the past, and I will find a way to change it!"

Sengoku threw the tennis ball hard. The ball was thrown high, and at the highest point, he jumped to his feet, his eyes more focused than ever.

No matter what the outcome is, no matter whether the opponent will still use that kind of terrifying ball skills, now he just wants to play this ball well.

At least.

To get a point.

"Tiger Cannon!" His arm muscles bulged, and he grabbed the tennis racket and buckled it hard.

This is the perfect Tiger Cannon, even more powerful than the Tiger Cannons of his past.

"Whoosh!" The tennis ball is like a cannonball crossing the net, bringing up a fierce wind, before it arrives, the momentum has arrived, and the wind blows on the face, making Shendai Blue show a long-lost satisfaction.

"This ball is just a little interesting."

"Then let you see, a blow like a thousand pounds."

"Buzz." The sound of spears was faintly heard in the air, the steel chariot faintly appeared, the bones of the beast embedded in the body, the steel wheels were thick and strong, the wind whistled, and the red light condensed in the muzzle of the cannon.

"Breaking the Path Sixty-Three: Thunder Roar Cannon."

"Bang."

At the moment when Kamidai Blue's racket collided with the ball, the huge force seemed to have found an outlet, tilted out, and carried the tennis ball towards the thousand stones.

The power of extreme irritability caused the thunder and lightning to turn red and roar.

Chigoku's pupils were invaded by red, and the thunder and lightning rushing in the air made his body feel paralyzed.

"Is this your power? Godyo. ”

"You're far stronger than I thought."

"Ahhhh

He roared, clapped his hands in his hands, and frantically met him.

"Is he crazy? This ball can't be taken!! "Many of the audience were restless.

They can't understand Sengoku's actions.

"Qianshi is pure, although it is a little weaker, but it is not bad." The dead tsundere of the trace department gave a compliment.

"Sure enough, the god generation is still going to be finished by me."

When he touched the beat, an unstoppable force struck, and the tennis ball that spun upwards directly drove Chigoku's body.

"Bang." When Qianshi's body was at least one meter above the ground, the seemingly sturdy racket finally broke directly under the burden, and Qianshi also fell from the air to the ground.

"Snort."

The tennis ball that pierces the racket flies into the air and disappears from view.

"A thousand stones!" The main election of Yamabuki Junior High School hurriedly ran into the venue.

"I'm fine, guys." Qianshi struggled to get up, only to find that his arms had lost sensation, and there was hidden thunder and lightning wrapped around his buttocks, and it hurt because of the landing.

"Smack." At this time, the tennis ball slowly fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and stopped.

Everyone looked at it, but found that the tennis ball had been completely burned black.

(End of chapter)