As the words fell, the entire stadium changed, and countless blood rushed into the sky, dyeing the sky a terrifying red.

Kamidai Blue's racket extends into the field of bleeding.

Red blood can be seen flowing everywhere on the ground of the court, sticky and with a faint fishy smell.

The racket in Shen Dailan's hand burst out with a column of bleeding, reaching the sky to the highest point, falling like a fairy scattering flowers.

Accompanied by the screams of fear from the audience, blood and water were scattered in every corner of the venue.

"Help, it's blood!" The timid viewer even fainted.

"Dead man, dead man! I smell blood, vomit! ”

"Calm down, it's all an illusion!" Many countries are opting for self-organized discipline.

With their help, the audience at the scene calmed down temporarily.

"What the hell is going on?" Kikumaru hid behind Qingxue Zhengxuan, but found that blood was dripping from the soles of his feet, so frightened that he jumped to the back of the big stone, his legs tightly wrapped around the other party's waist, crying and mourning.

"He connects to the hell of the parallel world, and this is the scene of hell." Qian's voice trembled, and he helped his glasses, but unexpectedly, his hand shook, and the glasses fell into the blood on the ground.

He immediately reached out and took out his new glasses from his tennis bag and put them on.

"All are finished, does it mean like hell, destroying everything? This swastika seems to be dangerous. Fuji Zhouzhu opened his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"But from another point of view, the minister can let the god use this kind of understanding, and in disguise recognize the minister on behalf of the god." Kaoru Haitang squinted his eyes and subconsciously leaned towards the people around him, his tone with a little envy.

"Yes, to be exact." Dry nodded.

Trace: "I've rarely seen a god like this, and it seems that Tezuka is really special. It is estimated that this time the gods will show another side of him. ”

Trace's fingers caressed the blood on the railing.

Both the taste and viscosity are similar to blood, but they don't get any off the body.

I can obviously feel the existence of blood and water, but in fact I find that he does not exist, this sense of contradiction and conflict gives everyone a grotesque feeling.

"The other side?" Hearing this, the Ice Emperor and everyone looked puzzled.

"The real gods are far more terrifying than you see." Traces of secluded paths.

"It's strange, this blood is somewhere between existence and non-existence, is this a spiritual ball technique? It's too unbelievable to be able to accommodate the spirit of the court, right? Irie Sota's brows furrowed into a Sichuan shape, thinking hard.

"There's something weird about this blood." Onijujiro stroked the blood on the railing and tried to reach out to hold it up, but the blood immediately passed through his arm and fell back to the railing as if it were transparent.

"Jie Jie, Shi Jie, his ball skills are really strange."

"Tezuka, are you ready?" The racket in Kamidai Blue's hand exudes a charming blood color.

"Buzz!" The seamless brilliance on Tezuka's body exploded again, but it was swallowed up by blood in an instant.

Qian: "The brilliance has been swallowed, the momentum has been completely suppressed, this blood-colored realm is very strange. ”

"Smack." Tezuka slapped the tennis ball, and the tennis ball made a crisp sound when it smashed into the blood water, and it brought a large splash of blood.

As far as the eye can see, it is all blood red.

"Huh." Tezuka's eyes were focused, and there was no trace of fear in his heart, he threw the ball high and slammed it out.

"Bang." The tennis ball turned into a streamer and crossed the net, smashing on the ground and bringing up a large area of blood, and the blood scattered in all directions, revealing the extremely calm eyes of Shen Dailan.

"Bang!"

As the racket swung, the tennis ball was covered in blood and shot towards Tezuka.

"Tezuka, tennis here is different." Accompanied by the indifferent voice of the god of blue.

"Different?" The tennis ball in Tezuka's pupils was dilating, and he subconsciously took a step back, predicting the landing point of the tennis ball, and stepped on the ball between the bloody water.

The ground was a little slippery, which affected the balance of the body.

In order to stabilize the response, the paddle surface is slightly lowered, the center of gravity is lowered, and the racket is pulled out fiercely.

The tennis ball creaked as it landed on the racket, and then the blood wrapped around it turned into a sharp blade and stabbed towards Tezuka.

"Snort." Tezuka subconsciously turned his head sideways, but a bloody mark suddenly appeared on his cheek.

"Bang." At the same time, the tennis ball flew towards Kamidai Blue and turned into a sharp sword in the air.

"Stompe." Kamidai Blue instantly appeared in front of the net, and when the sword came, the racket intercepted it early.

"Bang!" The sharp sword turned into a tennis ball instantly pierced Tezuka's right leg, smashed to the ground, and flew out of the field with blood.

Tezuka, who was suffering from pain, knelt on one knee and covered the wound, and there was an extra bloody hole in his right leg.

The pain covered his forehead with fine sweat and his body trembled.

"Hurt! Minister's legs." Qingxue's side was boiling, and Takeshi Momojo even wanted to turn over and enter the field to stop the game.

"The tennis ball turned into a sword and pierced the body?!" Irie Sota and Oni Jujiro are even more like they have seen a ghost, and they doubt their lives.

Is this a different dimension?

However, when it comes to other people's different dimensions, this different dimension that turns tennis into a sword doesn't seem to be so outrageous, but rather low-key.

But

"It's not allowed to play this kind of oversized tennis in a tournament in the middle of the country." Irie said with a smile: "I'm going to be disqualified." ”

The rules of tennis in the middle of the country are strict, and you can't hurt other people's bodies at will.

It's too dangerous to have a direct insertion like this, and you can hit your leg through with just one ball, and how many more balls will you hit without killing people directly?

"This classmate, you can't deliberately hurt other people's bodies. You've committed a foul. Sure enough, the referee's expression changed suddenly, and he looked at Shen Dailan seriously: "I announce, this one."

"Mr. Referee, I suggest you look a little more clearly." Kamidai Lan interrupted the referee's verdict, a smile on his face.

"I see very clearly that it will not come out. Hey? The referee looked dissatisfied, turned his head to look, but his expression became shocked.

In sight, Tezuka, who had been pierced in his right leg, had already stood up, his right leg intact, and even the scars on his face had disappeared.

"What's going on?" The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Everything you see is so weird.

"The body has not been affected at all, but it has never been more comfortable than ever." Tezuka rubbed his thighs, his brows furrowed together.

"It's time to get back on the game, referee, the score hasn't been decided yet." Kamidai Lan chuckled.

After hesitating, the referee still chose to announce the score.

"Uh, game4-1, Fudo Peak Kamidai Blue leads."

Next up was Kamidai Blue's serve.

"Bang!" Toss, bend your knees, smash!

The tennis ball turned into a sharp sword and smashed into the ground and flew out of the field.

“15-0。”

The sword blade that he brought up left a bottomless wound directly on Tezuka's arm.

"Bang." Tezuka's racket fell to the ground, and blood oozed from his arm.

The blood mist in the field was steaming, and the wound healed in an instant.

As his vision blurred, Tezuka's left forearm and his previously injured right leg turned into white bones.

(End of chapter)