Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 943
No matter it is against Bu Er or against Qing Xue, Ying Yi is an irreplaceable existence, there is no doubt about it.

He sighed in his heart, Ying Yi was so stubborn that it made people worry, even he couldn't help feeling heartbroken, let alone Budu.

"Someone wants you to die." Chengyuan Temple's eyes fell on Ying's shoulder and elbow, looking at the handkerchief that was gradually soaked in blood, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are really a failure in life."

Yingyi tightened her grip on the racket, she knew very well the consequences of being taken back by 08, but she had no choice but to accept, because even if she resisted, the result would be the same.

"It has nothing to do with you." After saying this casually, Sakura stepped forward, standing on the baseline and taking the posture that the defender should have to catch the ball.

Chengyuan Temple's eyes suddenly sank, and she felt a little guilty about her injury before, but now, there is nothing left.

"Tch." At that moment, he let out a cold snort, stopped talking, moved his arms violently, and his figure began to distort a little, and an afterimage had already emerged.

A yellow-green light suddenly jumped out of the afterimage, like a poisonous snake, and jumped towards the opponent in a flash, bringing a crackling thunderstorm sound.

It seems that there is nothing else about a seemingly ordinary ball, except for the phenomenon that comes with the ball itself.

But Yingyi squinted her eyes, she could clearly feel that a majestic energy was circulating in circles inside the tennis ball, and part of it began to surge along the trajectory of the tennis ball.

The internal Qi also gradually began to gather in the inner center, and finally turned into a light blue light ball about the size of a thumb.

In the light cluster, the air is constantly distorted, as if there is something vaguely condensed and formed, and the domineering and tyrannical power fluctuates, rippling, making the stones on the ground where the tennis ball passes The crumbs were all quietly shaken into powder.

"Using the flow of air to gather the air to the center of the tennis ball, waiting for the impact of external force to explode and cause a devastating blow to the opponent? It's very interesting."

Mitsuya Yakuto squinted his eyes, "The winning rate is 1.325%, even if you bear the expectations of most people, you can't come back, no, there is still a 0.0258% chance, the key depends on..." looked up, looked Looking at the dome, the lights are extremely dazzling, "Things that are too dazzling, I still want to destroy them."

This is the psychology of most people, isn't it?
Averting his gaze, Akuto Mitsuya looked at the court below. The tennis ball had already crossed the midfield net. The sound of breaking wind.

This shot is tough.

From the moment Chengyuan Temple knew that Yingyi's arm was seriously injured, he decided to adopt an absolute heavy attack style of attack, using Qi to promote the power increase of power. Let's do it.

As long as it is even 1 centimeter close to the tennis ball, the internal gas will explode.If Sakuraichi catches the ball, no matter whether he touches it or not, he will be directly impacted by the explosion of energy inside the tennis ball, destroying that seriously injured arm.

Even if it is immoral, Chengyuan Temple has no regrets.

Because on the court, in order to win, any means is necessary.

"Edogawa, don't blame me, the game is for enjoyment, and it is also a wild and raging plunder, and I must stand at the top of the plunder! This is the 'Tao' that I, Chengyuan Temple, have always believed in!"

Cheng Yuan gritted his teeth, "I've already fought the battle I should have fought,
I have run to the end of the road I should run,
I believe in the way I will guard by myself,
Betrayal, scramble, no bottom line,

For the ultimate goal, I would rather be a clown who has been surmounting obstacles all my life,
And I will never be a worthless loser!

This game of tennis is yours,

But in the end, I decide by myself, the final king will only be me! ! ! "

Under the light, the girl raised her eyes slightly, the red gilt was dark, "You may be king without me,"

hum-

As the tennis ball progressed, the air mass inside became smaller and smaller, gradually glowing with a faint light, and as the light mass shrank, the light spots at the core became more and more clear.

"With me, you are destined to bow your head."

boom!
An extremely domineering fluctuation quietly rippled out.

(End of this chapter)