Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 321 The U17 comes back to life, so what about Byodoin

In an instant.

Following Sato Daitake's embarrassing end, Kitagawa Sora's calm "next" declaration, after a period of silence, the crowd suddenly returned to turbulence.

"Humph!"

"Second round, I'm coming!"

After comforting his brother, the small Sato Kotake let out a cold snort, and stepped onto the court with a tennis racket in hand.

The momentum was fierce, but it was not too affected by the previous game.

"Come on, Xiaowu!"

"To give everyone some credit, even if this guy is very powerful, he can't be underestimated."

"Set a small goal first, beat him by one goal, and break his golden body!"

"Try to extend the time as much as possible and do more matches!"

……

The noisy cheers were mixed with the "dog talk" of some military advisors.

The current high school students have temporarily put aside their thoughts on defeating Sora Kitagawa and regard winning as their immediate goal.

Of course, in this process, it is also their course of action to try to draw and consume as much as possible.

We walked to the net and looked at each other across the net.

Looking at Kitagawa Sora who still had a slight smile in front of him, Sato Xiaowu looked solemn.

"You are stronger than me."

"But don't try to defeat me easily!"

"Oh~Yeah~~~"

After a while, Beichuan Kong opened his mouth and whispered softly.

"Just because of your confident movement speed and dynamic vision?"

bass!
"How could you..."

Hearing the content mentioned in Sora Kitagawa's words, Sato Xiaowu was suddenly shocked, his heart tightened, and he was stunned.

"You want to ask me, why do you know that your strengths are 'speed' and 'dynamic vision'?"

Well, Kitagawa Sora's leisurely laughter directly made Sato Xiaowu lose the ability to control his expression.

Under Sato Kotake's stunned gaze, Kitagawa Sora pointed at his own eyes.

"It's just careful observation, psychological prediction, language analysis, and experience..."

"It's nothing."

"Of course, you can also regard it as my ability."

"In other words, I have seen through your tennis skills."

Looking at Kitagawa Sora in front of him, Sato Xiaowu couldn't help but said, "Reveal your true feelings."

"hateful!"

However, the only thing Sato Xiaowu can do now is to say "hateful".

……

When the tennis ball had been seen through by Kitagawa Sora, only the helpless Sato Xiaowu was left. After all, he still failed to achieve his original goals and wishes.

Bang!
boom!
jump!
peng!

Under the sound of a series of hitting balls, it was Sato Kotake who was running at extremely fast speeds on the tennis court, and Kitagawa Sora who had been playing terrifying tennis with an ordinary swing.

Sato Xiaowu shouted "Damn" again and again, and the flowing beads of sweat gradually soaked his clothes, but Sato Xiaowu had no time to care.

"Ahhhh!!!"

With Sato Kotake's venting angry roar, the second bounty challenge came to an end.

"Score works."

"Game, Beichuan, score 6-0."

"At the end of the set, the game is over, and the winner is Sora Kitagawa."

On the referee's bench, Assistant Coach A's voice sounded, announcing the results of the game.

Facing the powerful Sora Kitagawa, Sato Kotake's 'speed' and 'dynamic vision' that he had always been quite proud and confident about were of no use at all.

Under the powerful offensive of the big devil, the defense line was quickly defeated.

In Sato Kotake's view, Kitagawa Sona is obviously a very ordinary swing, but he is able to hit that kind of very unscientific ball speed.

And under the extremely fast attack of one ball after another, there are also a few tricks from Kitagawa Sora from time to time, such as short balls that pass over the net, irregular balls that wipe the net, and curved balls that stick to the ground. …

After the whole game, Sato Xiaowu was beaten so hard that he couldn't keep up with his brother Sato Daitake's pace. He left the field in a very embarrassed state with doubts about life.

of course.

Although they did not achieve the goal of "breaking Kitagawa Sora's golden body", they failed to win even a small goal.

However, Sato Kotake relied on his 'speed' and 'dynamic vision' to complete many duels.

In other words, from the perspective of the strategic level of the 'war of attrition', Sato Xiaowu still achieved a few goals.

Although for Kitagawa Sora, this is nothing.

……

Call ~
The cold wind blew up at the right time amid Sato Kotake's lonely fate.

Reflecting that touch of loss, it also awakened everyone's minds.

"So……"

"Next!"

Under the gnashing of teeth of all the high school students, Kitagawa Sora's call of "please invite the next victim" sounded again in the calm wind and clouds.

"Damn brat!"

"The third game, I'm coming!"

A senior high school student with an afro haircut, Junto Ono, stood up with a tennis racket and arrogance.

He strode to the net, glared at Sora Kitagawa, and then switched to shooting.

And soon.

More than ten minutes later, on the referee's bench, Assistant Coach A's voice echoed throughout the audience again.

"duo~"

"Score works."

"Game, Beichuan, score 6-0."

"At the end of the set, the game is over, and the winner is Sora Beichuan."

The third bounty challenge game came to an end again, with the same '6-0' score, the high school students on the sidelines gritted their teeth.

On the tennis court, Ono Junto, who was still full of arrogance at the beginning, has now become wilted.

In the silence, there was a deep sense of despair and a crazy sense of powerlessness.

Junto Ono will never forget the horrific shots played by Sora Kitagawa's tennis racket.

It can only be said that Junto Ono was shocked after his first taste of the Demon King's invincible demeanor.

But obviously.

These things have nothing to do with Bei Chuankong.

"Then please..."

"Next!"

The familiar words shocked many people.

"Damn it, it can't go on like this!"

Under a ray of shock, some people woke up. No matter how strong Beichuan Kong was, their Qi could never be extinguished.

Otherwise, a war of attrition or something like that would become a complete joke.

Therefore...

After looking around, a high school sophomore with a short hair came out.

The tennis racket in his hand was swung forward and pointed directly at Sora Kitagawa. Daisuke Murakami on Court No. 13 opened his mouth and said deliberately.

"This time, I'm coming!"

"Humph!"

"Kitagawa Sora, no matter how strong you are, I don't believe you won't get tired."

"There are so many of us here, we can knock you down even with all our physical strength."

"You actually dare to provoke so many of us. If you have the ability, don't be afraid. Let's watch us fight you for [-] rounds!"

In order to anger Kitagawa Sora and block Kitagawa Sora's retreat initiative, Murakami Daisuke even took the initiative to expose their tactical intentions.

"Oh~"

"A war of attrition?"

"Is it just you people?"

Hearing this, Kitagawa Sora smiled leisurely, then raised his tennis racket and spun it handsomely.

"Come on, I can fight a hundred games if you ask me."

Under Sora Kitagawa's calm tone, the content of his words made Daisuke Murakami's eyes light up.

"One hundred games...Okay, one hundred games is one hundred games!"

"Whoever cowards is a son, whoever cowards is a dog!"

With laughter, Daisuke Murakami stepped onto the stage. He had achieved what he wanted.

As for the rest of the people, after hearing Kitagawa Sora's Hundred Field Theory, their minds became more active.

A hundred duels, that's not just talking about it.

They didn't believe Beichuan Kong could bear this kind of consumption.

Therefore, in an instant, the high school students came to life again. After seeing the light of hope of victory, the crowd was filled with excitement.

"Hahahaha, you are an arrogant boy, you dare to say it a hundred times."

"Come on, I don't believe I can't beat you in a hundred games!"

"Come on, Daisuke, try your best to wear him down, I'll do the next one."

Staring at Hei Nakamura, who had a broom haircut, he was full of enthusiasm and had already reserved his next position.

"Hahaha, okay, then I'll do the next one."

Yamada Yasu also stepped out to make an appointment.

"We can do this, guys."

"It is our duty to kill Kitagawa Sora!"

"If nothing else, I'll do the tenth game!"

"Show No. 11, let me play!" "Show No. 12 is mine!"

"Then let me play No. 13!"

……

The high school students' spirit was renewed with renewed fighting spirit.

Don't fight for steamed buns.

Kitagawa Sora is just one person. There are so many people here, so let’s not talk about winning or losing.

But if they choose to retreat and surrender directly, then there is no need to hang around any longer. Getting out of the U17 base is their best choice.

If you lose, you must lose meaningfully.

Even if you lose, you must lose with value.

Surrender without a fight, absolutely not!
"Come!"

"Go on!"

……

And just as the passion of the high school students at the end of the court was rekindled, Kitagawa Sora was also very happy.

It's not that Shauca is happy, but this wheel battle makes Kitagawa Sora very happy.

As the scene flashed back, Kitagawa Sora seemed to have returned to that day when he single-handedly brought down the entire Seigaku Tennis Club.

Now, he is in the U17 training camp.

Looking at the high school students who came on stage one after another to 'send death' in front of him, Kitagawa Sora's mouth curved.

The road to conquest begins with today’s one hundred duels!

"Come!"

"Next!"

The passionate words echoed in the blue sky.

The tennis racket in Kitagawa's empty hand was swaying like the wind.

……

And just as Sora Kitagawa was fighting fiercely with the high school students at the end of the court.

Central control room.

Kurobe Yukio, Saito Toru, and Takushi Ryuuji, who had all gathered together, all turned their gazes to the big screen in front of them.

Through cameras at different locations, electronic surveillance clearly presented the game between Kitagawa Sora and high school students.

"Hmm~"

"This bounty mission is really well laid out."

"These gangsters are alive again."

As a mixed training coach who personally trains with high school students, Ryuuji Takushi has no doubt about his right to speak for the high school students.

Not only at the end of the court, most of the high school students in the base almost showed a decadent trend of dawdling.

After this U-17 World Cup ended, the situation became more serious.

And now.

After Sora Kitagawa appeared, and as the Bounty Challenge progressed, each high school student's body began to glow with a gradually burning inner fire.

Tuo Zhilong Er was very happy to see this group of bastards who were passionate again.

At this time.

Saito Zhi on the side said with a gentle smile.

"Isn't this the purpose of this bounty challenge?"

"How could these little fish remain indifferent to the sudden intrusion of a big shark?"

"Kurobe, you think so~~~"

Sitting in the middle, Yukio Kurobe looked attentively, staring at the big screen in front of him.

He was used to Saito Zhizhi, so he obviously wouldn't answer the question just now. Under the cold voice, Kurobe Yukio said that he was serious.

"After this bounty challenge, the five-dimensional value of many people should change. Remember to do a good job of mapping."

"Oh, I see."

"Hi hi hi~~~"

"Kurobe, you are serious, can't you just smile and keep up with the rhythm~~~"

……

The mountain behind the U-17 base, the cliff of the heart.

Bang!
boom!
peng!

jump!
Continuous crackling sounds resounded on the top of the mountain, spread and echoed over the forest, startling countless birds, who spread their wings and flew high amidst the swishing sound.

"what!"

"drink!"

Amidst the vigorous swing of the tennis racket, two human voices shouted.

Under the power of the rising flames, tornado winds blew up, directly blowing up countless dust, flying and flying.

The tennis ball that turned into a stream of light was simply not something that ordinary tennis players could catch.

however.

Even so, this level of fighting was nothing more than an ordinary fight for the two people running wildly on this wildly constructed field.

"嘁~"

"Two brats came to disturb my drinking again."

On a huge rock next to him, a lazy old alcoholic with drunken eyes was half-lying casually.

The wine gourd in his hand jingled as he poured a sip into his mouth from time to time.

Messy hair, slender face, clothes that he didn't care about, and an unusually wild unkempt beard.

He is the supervisor of this U-17 base, the head coach Mifune Ido, who studied under his father "Magudo", and this time he led the Neon team to create a new history as a meritorious coach.

As for the two guys who were playing a ball game...

"Byodoin, I heard that two specially invited junior high school students will appear today. He must be the boy you mentioned before."

After saying this, a deep cry as thick as a mountain came out of Oni Jujiro's mouth.

"what!"

jump!
咻叏~
As the stream of light flew by, on the other half of the court, Byodoin Phoenix, who still had blond hair, responded as he swung his racket to fight back.

"Well, that's right, Kitagawa, Kitagawa Sora."

"drink!"

boom!
咻叏~
……

The dialogue remained the same, and the words kept coming.

"I heard that you have played against this Beichuan boy before, and the score was still '4-3'?"

"Well, in the end he was exhausted and fell asleep."

After hearing the confirmation of Byodoin Phoenix's answer, Oni Jujiro's fierce-looking face revealed a look of anticipation and excitement.

"In other words, this Beichuan boy is not weak at all."

bass!
"It's not that we're not weak, but that we're strong!"

"And I saw him again in Paris during the World Cup last month. I felt that he had become stronger!"

"Interesting, interesting, very interesting, hahaha~~~"

Underneath the laughter, it was Oni Jujiro's explosive blow. The terrifying power that could lift the giant rock was all added to the tennis ball.

jump!
咻叏~~~
……

Under the equally profound eyes of Byodoin Phoenix, the fierce battle continued.

Bang!
咻叏~~~
Under the screams, Oni Jujiro's expression of watching a good show suddenly appeared.

"Generally speaking, this kind of freak is perverted and has a character that refuses to admit defeat."

"I lost to you with a score of '3-4' last time. This time, I'm probably here to take revenge on you, hahahaha~~~"

"Specially, that's not necessarily..."

Noticing a certain word in Oni Jujiro's words, Byodoin Phoenix's eyes flickered slightly.

"His appetite is huge!"

The firm words caught Oni Jujiro's attention.

bass!
"appetite……"

"Interesting, hahaha~~~"

"It seems that the next half month or so will not be boring."

jump!
There was a loud explosion, and under Oni Jujiro's swing, golden light flowed across the sky.

……

After a while.

The daily game between Byodoin Phoenix and Oni Jujiro ended. During the break, Byodoin Phoenix looked directly at Mifune Irido next to him.

"coach."

"How are you considering my application?"

The scorching gaze and straightforward question made Mifune stop drinking.

Under the sudden startling light, the drunken eyes seemed to be no longer drunk, they were dim and flickered with vicissitudes of life.

"Do you have to be in such a hurry?"

"One year is just right, next time, I don't want to lose again!"

Recalling the previous World Championships, determination suddenly appeared in Byodoin Phoenix's eyes.

"Besides the neon lights, the world is so big, have you ever thought about it?"

"This world is not that easy to wander around!"

"Accidentally..."

"It will kill people!"

In this world, tennis can also kill people!
However, when faced with Mifune's reminder, Byodoin Phoenix just grinned and smiled heartily.

"so what?"

If you don't go back, then you don't go back!
Risk everything just to become stronger!

Moreover, byodoin phoenix still has things he wants to do, but he will not die outside like this!

……

(End of this chapter)