Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 117 This Is The Tennis I Want!
Bang!
boom!
peng!

A series of tennis balls snapping.

echoed on Court [-] at Minson Tennis Park.

The duel between Atobe and Sora Kitagawa continues.

however.

Everyone on the sidelines fell into silence.

There is no longer the constant noise, the previous heated discussions, and there is no more arguments between you and me.

Just stared blankly at the field.

Keep your eyes peeled.

In those eyes, there is shock, astonishment, admiration, longing, and worship.

The silent silence is the respect from everyone's heart.

Only
On the referee's bench, there was Yushi Ninzu with a hint of worry and concern deep in his eyes.

"Score works."

"Game, Kitagawa Sora takes the lead, the score is 3-0."

"Swap venues."

In the sound of forcibly calming the score.

This elegant Kansai wolf didn't care about anything else. His eyes filled with complex emotions were aimed directly at Atobe Keigo over there.

At this moment.

The King of Ice Emperor is not in good condition.

A very bad one.

Breathing heavily and sweating, the hand holding the tennis racket tightly had veins popping up from the subconscious exertion.

In his eyes, the original unruliness, confidence, and arrogance had disappeared.

Instead.

It is weakness, exhaustion, tension, loneliness, and anger.

There is also a touch of disbelief and a hint of doubt about life.

It has been 10 minutes since the start of the game.

however.

In the past three rounds, Atobe failed to even score a single round.

Let the game come to '3-0' directly.

A rather subtle score.

In the game just now, Atobe actually had a hard time.

all the time.
Atobe Keigo, who received training in British tennis since childhood.

In addition to his impressive physical strength, what he is most proud of is his pair of insightful eyes that can see through everything.

Through the competition, you will gradually see through your opponent and discover their weaknesses, and then transform into an excellent hunter, gradually forcing your prey into desperate situations to win the game.

but.

When facing Beichuan Kong.

There seems to be something wrong with Atobe's insightful eye.

Before launching the attack, Kitagawa Sora's weaknesses, although few, were clearly visible in Atobe's eyes.

however.

Once Atobu attacks.

The weak point that had been well targeted would disappear in an instant.

Kitagawa Sora also directly hit the tennis ball back like a normal sparring, or even launched an attack in reverse.

Once, once, again.

Atobe, who relied on his insight, felt extremely uncomfortable.

Also.

more importantly.

As the game progressed, Atobe discovered something very important.

An unacceptable thing for him!

rustle~~~
Qingxue rest area.

In the silent silence, the sound of the pen tip in Inui Sadaharu's hand rubbing against the notebook was so obvious.

"First game."

"Total time, three minutes and 20 seconds. Score, 30-Game."

"Second game."

"Total time, three minutes and 30 seconds. Score, Game-30."

"Game three."

"Total time, three minutes and 25 seconds. Score, 30-Game."

"On average, there are around [-] pulls in each game."

Brushing up and analyzing the data he just got.

Inui Sadaharu's eyes under his black-rimmed glasses became increasingly profound.

Finally, in a trace of reflection.

Inui Sadaharu wrote down the final words of this page.

"ps: Beichuan is deliberately controlling the game!"

brush!
With a raised head.

Gan Sadaharu looked at Atobe, who was getting more and more out of order, with a trace of sympathy and curiosity in his eyes.

——What’s going on with these two people?
——Why did Beichuan do this?Isn’t it just a bad taste?

——Or, what is Beichuan preparing for?
Not only Inui Sadaharu's data analysis, but also several people, relying on their own strong strength, also discovered this.

In the audience were Mikiya Banda and Kanchu Tsuki.

Over here in the rest area.

Seigaku's Fuji and Tezuka.

Hyotei's Ninzu Yushi, well, no more.

As for Jirou Akutagawa, no one woke him up even though he was sleeping. He couldn't see the poor little sheep, Uncle Atubo being 'beaten'.

On the field.

The two began to exchange venues.

After thinking about something.

Atobe, who forcibly adjusted his mentality, looked at Kitagawa Sora walking towards him, his eyes narrowed, and he asked quietly.

"you do this delibrately?"

Ok?
Beichuan Kong raised his eyes and said calmly.

"I just found out now?"

"It seems that your eyes are not strong enough."

Bei Chuankong taunted mercilessly.

Atobe's face darkened.

bass!
The sharp sights reappeared and met in the air.

When they are at odds with each other.

The coldness on Atobe's body became even stronger, especially those deep eyes, whose color of ice crystals became more intense.

As for Kitagawa Sora.

The condensed aura on his body became even more intense.Because after two venue exchanges.

Therefore.

The two returned to their original positions.

Left half, catch, Atobe.

Right half, serve, Kitagawa is empty.

Da~da~da~~~
Kitagawa Sora shot the ball.

While looking at Atobe on the opposite side.

gradually.

A smile secretly formed on the corner of Beichuan Kong's mouth.

And on the surface.

But he said coldly.

"It's not bad, Atobe."

"You should have seen that door now."

Kitagawa Sora's sudden question stunned Atobe.

Then he frowned and looked at Kitagawa Sora, waiting for his follow-up.

pat!

While Atobe is waiting.

Sora Kitagawa grabbed the bouncing tennis ball.

Seeing that he is under the influence of his own mental power.

There have been flaws and loopholes in the mental and spiritual defense, Kitagawa Sora said indifferently.

"Just right."

"The prelude to the ceremony has been completed."

"Next, let you experience the power of the national level."

Words give up.

Atobe was slightly stunned.

I saw a scarlet light quietly blooming above Beichuan Kong's right eye, which was filled with terrifying spiritual power.

next moment.

brush!
The tennis ball flew high, and under Atobe's increasingly solemn gaze, Kitagawa Sora jumped up and slapped it hard.

Countless frost powers suddenly began to riot.

Kamiriryu·Ice Dragon Soars to the Sky!
Boom!
"昻~~~"

Among the explosions.

For some reason, Atobu heard a dragon roar that broke through the sky.

"What the hell is this!!!"

bass!
wow~~~
next moment.

In Atobe's pupils that suddenly contracted.

The magical scene of falling frost began to appear in the world we were in.

An ice crystal dragon formed by the manifestation of the power of frost, flew straight towards Jibu while flying.

"hateful!"

"This feeling, how is it possible!"

Under the eyes of insight, Atobe still discovered the trajectory of the tennis ball.

however.

Just when Atobe was about to receive another serve, the feeling of sluggishness that spread throughout his body directly made him despair.

It's as if the soul is imprisoned.

There was no way to get my body to move.

Of course, this situation appears in Atobe's own feelings.

In fact, in the eyes of others, Atobe did move, but it was just like slow motion.

Gudu~Gudu~Gudu~~~
Under the look of horror.

The report of the Ninzu Yushi sounded.

"Beichuan. Score!"

"15-0."

And this time.

With the disappearance of the ice dragon.

Atobe finally recovered a little bit.

"Hahu~hahu~hahu~~~"

Panting heavily, he held himself up.

On the purple-grey hair tips, some slight frost melted, bringing a hint of coldness.

He opened his dark blue eyes wide.

Recalling the scene just now, a trace of madness flashed across his face.

Atobe stared at Kitagawa Sora and asked dryly.

"Just now."

"what is that!"

After one goal.

If nothing happens, it will be a natural Beichuan sky.

In a word.

"Kamiliryu·Ice Dragon Soaring to the Sky."

"It's just a national-level move."

"A true tennis world belonging to the strong!"

immediately.

It's silence, it's soundlessness, it's a silent stare.

then.

Under Sora Beichuan's gaze.

Atobe Keigo, the Ice Empire King who looks a little embarrassed now.

He started laughing wildly.

"Hahaha~~~"

"Very good! Very good! Very good!"

"Hahaha~~~ah~~~"

After laughing wildly.

It is a cry of determination soaring to the top.

"This is the tennis I want!"

"Come on, Beichuan!"

"us."

"continue!"

(End of this chapter)