Captain Yamamoto, Aizen Sosuke Usuke, Finzamine, Kurosaki Ichigo.

Countless Grim Reapers, and even the figure with a broken face stood behind Kamidai Lan.

At the same time, the momentum on Shendailan's body broke through the sky, and with him as the center, the terrifying and boiling spiritual pressure came suddenly.

The air was distorting, and even the samurai phantom seemed to grow heavier.

"Mo Fei. These are all swastives?! Kan Sadaji pushed his glasses, and his eyes couldn't hide the shock.

A single swastika alone is enough to completely defeat a pro player, let alone nearly a hundred.

"This skill is not to mention killing, it is easy to destroy the stadium." Countless professional players suddenly felt their mouths dry, and their eyes were full of helplessness.

When the gap is too big to be bridged by effort, there is no jealousy in their hearts.

"This kid" Even Echizen Minamijiro looked at Kamiyo Blue with a shocked expression.

In fact, just a swastika can be called tricky for Minamijiro.

Not to mention close to a hundred swastikas.

At this moment, Nanjiro's back was already covered with dense fine sweat, and his eyes became stern.

"I'm underestimating you." He muttered softly, arm muscles bulging.

In his sight, the countless phantoms behind Shen Dailan all raised their slashing swords.

"Solution."

The whisper pervades the event, but it reverberates in the heart.

"I see." Nanjiro seemed to see through something, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a relieved smile.

"Sure enough, as I expected, he is still far from that step!"

With the burst of drinking, his right hand instantly whipped out.

Except for Kamiyo Blue, no one has been able to capture Minamijiro's movements.

In their line of sight, Minamijiro stood in place, his arms completely unmoving.

But in the next second, a white light appeared.

The momentum of the samurai phantom reached its peak, and then an invisible shockwave was seen to instantly pass all the Grim Reaper phantoms.

"Snort." Then I heard a soft sound.

A gap appeared in the spiritual pressure of Shendai Blue.

"How is that possible?!" Kamidai Lan looked shocked.

When the tennis ball flew out of the court and was embedded in the wall, Shen Dailan came back to his senses.

"It's cracked." His expression sank.

Before challenging Minamijiro, he was always looking for a way to defeat Minamijiro.

Minamijiro, as the ceiling of the tennis world, has returned to its strength.

There are no bells and whistles, just a simple counterattack after another that is too strong to resist.

Although Kamiyo Blue has been recognized as the most powerful professional player of the new generation, he himself knows it well.

There is still a big gap between him and Minamijiro.

So, he went into retreat for a long time in order to find a way to defeat Minamijiro.

Minamijiro's peak won't last long, he can't wait.

In the end, Shen Dailan found a way to forcibly increase the spiritual pressure and use more swastikas, so as to increase the power of the ball through the stacking of swastikas.

But at the moment, it's still not enough to beat Minamijiro.

"I see." Mitsuya Yajiu Dou showed a hint of abruptness, and explained in a deep voice: "Temporarily increase your energy and manipulate multiple swastikas, so it seems to be a 1+1+1+1 effect, but in fact, each swastika has been weakened to a very large extent. Not only that, but there may also be a contradictory relationship between the various swastikas, so if a swastika is regarded as one point, even if Shen Dailan uses 100 swastikas, it will not be able to reach the power of 100 points, and under the constraints of various factors, it may only exert a dozen points of power. Therefore, it seems to be very imposing, but in fact the power is not as amazing as imagined. ”

In contrast, Minamijiro's predecessors gathered everything on bushido, although he was far inferior to Kamiyo in terms of expressiveness in ball skills, but he was definitely far superior to Kamiyo in terms of concentration. This is also the reason why Kamiyo was defeated by Minamijiro's predecessors. ”

Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.

All the while, they are looking for something more powerful.

After being defeated, new skills are always developed.

It seems to have become a way for professional players to develop.

But Minamijiro does have a completely unpassable existence.

He doesn't have bells and whistles, just a back-to-basics swing.

Focusing on the basics can really hone your skills to a new level.

But the process is extremely boring, but the progress is slow.

In this impetuous society, most tennis players don't have that patience.

"Game, 3-0, Minamijiro Echizen leads."

This is definitely the most powerless and embarrassing game for Kamidai Blue.

Now, he's sweating profusely.

In all the previous games, he gave people a relaxed feeling, not to mention gasping for breath, and he barely sweated.

But now, he's got the upper hand.

"It's incredible, it's the first time I've seen Kamidai Blue fight so hard." The narrator couldn't help but speak.

"Is this the feeling of oppression of tennis legends?"

"Bang." It's another tennis ball that can't be fought back, and Shen Dailan can only watch the tennis ball fly off the court.

"Whew." Kamidai Lan was panting, and his body felt completely exhausted.

"Did you lose?" There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

When he closed his eyes and looked back at the past, he found that he didn't seem to feel any setbacks to this day.

"What you lack is yourself, God !!" Nanjiro took a step forward, his right hand quickly swung out, and in the next second, the sword light flickered, leaving a shallow blood mark on Kamidai Blue's face.

"Did you give up? Kamiyo Kid. ”

"Or are you lost?"

Shen Dailan felt that his consciousness was getting deeper and deeper, and the racket in his hand was getting heavier and heavier.

What is Tennis?

What is Love?

What are you playing tennis for?

Is it because you really love tennis?

No.

"It's to win!"

"I play tennis to keep winning."

"That's who I am!"

"This is my tennis!"

"Boom!" Shen Dailan raised his head, and the momentum on his body exploded.

A sword-wielding phantom figure appeared behind him.

But this time, the phantom's face was his own.

"Is it finally here?" Minamijiro smiled with relief.

"Then this is the final blow." Minamijiro moves his steps, his right arm stretched, and the white light converges on the racket.

At the same time, the bright light also converges on the racquet of Kamidai Blue.

There are no ghosts, the beginning and the swastika solution, but the light brewing in it is not underestimated.

On the one hand, there is pure love, and on the other hand, there is pure heart of victory and defeat.

There is no absolute right or wrong.

"Boom!" Lights converge and collide, bursting with endless light and heat.

When the line of sight became clear again, the stadium was gone, and only a huge crater remained, and Kamiyo Lan and Minamijiro stood in the hole, unharmed, but their steps were vain.

"It's a draw." Kamidai Lan chuckled.

"Now, Kamiyo boy." Minamijiro looked at the eyeball, and there were already countless cracks in the racket.

"The racket is the dignity of a golfer, actually, I've already lost."

"Naw. If you hadn't fed the ball later, I would have lost a long time ago, so let's decide next time. Shen Dailan turned around decisively.

"You kid is really strong in his desire to win." Hearing this, Minamijiro smiled with relief.

The other party is on the rise, and he is about to twilight.

The outcome of the next time is obvious.

This is also the way that Shen Dailan protects his whole face.

"Boy, my peak will be maintained, and I will fight again next time." Minamijiro took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

The applause at the scene was boiling, cheering continuously,

It doesn't matter how the game is won or lost, everyone sees the charm of tennis legends, and the birth of new tennis legends.

(End of chapter)