"It's a great blessing to be able to play against such an opponent." Tezuka slapped the tennis ball, and the seamless light on his body suddenly bloomed.

The sea of blood churned, the field shook, and the blood mist quickly swallowed the light.

"Completely suppressing the other party, completely healing and ossifying, this is an arena-like field. It's really out of reach. Tezuka's eyes fluttered, and he suddenly threw the ball: "However, it is also a joy to witness the unattainable future." ”

Bend your knees and buckle down.

The tennis ball spun and condensed into a wind drill, and rushed towards Kamidai Blue.

"Tezuka, it's rare to be able to make it this far, I see your love for tennis."

In the face of the ferocious serve, Shen Dailan stood in principle, and suddenly held the racket in both hands, and his eyes were deep.

"But that's the end of it, I'll wait for you in the future."

As the words fell, a fierce momentum suddenly erupted from Shendailan's body.

A sword shot up into the sky, tearing a hole in the sea of blood in an instant.

Sunlight ingests through the cracks and shines on the venue, bringing long-lost warmth and dispelling the audience's uneasiness.

The gentle figure behind Shen Dailan became solid, his hair flew flying, and his temperament changed suddenly, like a sword out of its sheath, with the sharpness of everything that could pierce it.

"Kendo." Irie Sota's eyes were full of inexplicable meaning, and he couldn't help muttering to himself.

In the world of the Prince of Tennis, kendo also exists.

Sanada, for example, studied kendo for a while and incorporated it into tennis.

And Shen Dai Lan, the master of the swastika and the flower of the U no Hua Lie is the last sword eight, in addition to the ability of the sword slashing, the strongest is the invincible sword.

Unstoppably sharp.

Enough to cut through everything!

At this moment, Shen Dailan's whole person seemed to turn into a sword.

"Smack." The tennis ball landed on the ground, splashing a large splash of blood, and whistling towards Kamidai Blue.

"Click."

Kamidai Lan took a step forward, and the sound of crisp footsteps echoed throughout the stadium, and the sound of the whole world seemed to be blocked. All that was left was the sound of blood dripping down his shoes.

"Snort."

The racket was raised, and at the moment of collision with the tennis ball, there was no dull blow, but instead there was a sound of being pierced by a sharp object.

Behind him, the phantom opened his arms and slashed the blade of his sword.

"Whoosh." The tennis ball was swallowed by a white knife in an instant, grazing the net.

"Curry." The net underneath tore directly from it, completely shattering.

The light flashed away.

Looking at it again, Tezuka's head has been pierced by a sharp sword.

His skull began to ossify.

A pair of eyes finally turned into a faint white fire, which could be extinguished at any time.

"This is kendo?" Tezuka's mind was stuck in that fleeting light.

Integrating kendo into tennis, is this the hidden power of swastika?

Unlike the swastika of the past, this is an auxiliary swastika, and the main attack is kendo.

Tezuka's body lost its support and fell to the ground.

Can you still stand up?

He couldn't move, but the faint fire in his eyes flickered.

His indomitable will is still burning.

But.

It only lasted for three seconds.

"When it is completely reduced to white bones, there is no strength to continue fighting, and the swastika will be lifted."

When Tezuka lost consciousness, the sea of blood began to disappear, and the sky returned to clearness.

The stadium has also returned to its former appearance, the smell of blood in the air is gone, and the flowing blood has quietly disappeared.

Smelling the fragrant air at the tip of the nose, everyone feels like they are in a different world.

Seems.

Everything they had seen before was just their imagination.

What they thought was a game simply didn't exist.

Just looking at the match panel, the 5-1 score above is so glaring.

It also reminds them.

The previous sea of blood was not an illusion.

The referee rubbed his eyes vigorously and took several deep breaths of air until he couldn't hold back his cough.

He looked at the panel in disbelief, then at Tezuka who fell to the ground, didn't dare to look at Kamidai Blue, and said tentatively: "Tezuka-san, Tezuka-san, can you still compete?" ”

There was no answer to the inquiry.

"It's over, and he won't wake up anytime soon." Shen Dailan grabbed the capture line and slowly walked towards the rest area: "It's already his limit to be able to hold on to this." ”

For national-level players like Tezuka, the swastika is completely a dimensionality reduction blow.

If it weren't for Kamidai Lan's beating, Tezuka would have become a vegetative person long ago.

"Since the Youth School Tezuka Kunimitsu competition can't, this game is won by Fudo Peak God Dailan."

"Game, 3-2, Fudo Peak wins."

As the results of the game were announced, cheers rang out from the side of Fudo Peak.

"Fudo Peak~~Fudo Peak~~" The cheerleaders led by Tachibana Xing cheered, and the students who came to watch Fudo Peak were even more excited.

In the past, the results of the Fudo Peak Tennis Club were so bad that these students didn't want to watch the game.

Now, with the rise of Fudo Mine, students are volunteering to come and watch the game and take pride in it.

Fudomine told other junior high schools with strong regional competitions and the championship of the Tokyo Tokyo Metropolitan Conference.

Fudo Peak is coming!

This year's Fudo Peak is strong!

"It's over, it's a fun game." Oni Jujiro exhaled a long breath: "No wonder the coach asked us to find Fudo Peak, maybe it will be interesting next." ”

"Uh, to be honest, I don't really want to play with Kamidai Blue." Irie pretends to be weak.

"Let's go, we'll visit Fudo Peak tomorrow." Onijujiro turned around and strode away.

"Fudo Peak is the champion, there is no surprise, it's time to go, the ranking of the metropolitan conference is not important, the next Kanto competition is the moment for our Ice Emperor to play." Kibe smiled and stroked his hair.

"There is less than a month to go, and during this time, our Ice Emperor will be closed as before Fudo Peak, and we will seriously prepare for the Kanto Competition." The traces left with graceful steps, and the Elect followed behind.

"The next time we meet, I won't lose my fighting spirit easily." The ninja foot warrior looked deeply at Dai Lan, and turned to follow the trace.

Echizen Ryoma's house.

Minamijiro is lying on his side on a tatami mat, seemingly flipping through a magazine, but in fact there is a radio hidden in the magazine.

"I can't believe it, it's unreasonable, Shen Dailan actually turned the entire venue into a sea of blood, in the sea of blood, he, Tezuka, and even Ling and I are so small."

"There it is! Appeared! This terrifying sword intent, Shen Dailan must be a kendo master, his sword intent is unstoppable, just by looking at it, I even have a feeling that my eyes are pierced."

"It appeared, this sword that cut through the sea of blood, for a moment, I even forgot that I was watching a tennis match, I thought it was a life-and-death fight, Tezuka-san-san fell, his head was pierced, turned into white bones! It's too bloody, it's too brutal, what kind of game is this? ”

"Oh my God?! Hey? What's the situation, the sea of blood is gone, everything is gone, everyone is intact, the air is fresh, I hear the crisp chirping of birds, ah!! My head, my ears, what I saw before, what I heard!! ”

Listening to the commentary on the radio that had collapsed, the corners of Nanjiro's mouth twitched, and he said to himself: "This little ghost's solution is really scary, I haven't used this trick in the game with me before, tsk, but Tezuka's little ghost is also very good, and he can last so long~~ There are really many geniuses in today's tennis world~~"

"Uncle, if you care about Ryoma's competition, you can listen to it openly, and you don't have to do it secretly." Nanako Echizen came to Minamijiro at this time and laughed.

Nanjiro hurriedly closed the magazine and said with a red face: "Eh~~ I don't care about that little ghost!" ”

(End of chapter)