Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 385: The ability to recognize emotions

Call ~
step~
On the tennis court, in full view of everyone, Frio was running quickly with his feet in the breeze.

Swah——

Bang!
boom!
peng!

咻叏~~~
Accompanied by a series of hitting sounds.

Under Frio's focused gaze, a ball of light traced a low-altitude trajectory near the ground in the left half of the court and escaped beyond the sideline of the court.

Watch as Frio scores again.

On the referee's bench, Mars also spoke and continued to announce the score of the game.

"Score works."

"40-30."

As usual, the server is in front and the receiver is in the back.

Frio's '40', Kitagawa Sora's '30', Frio took the initiative and ushered in the penalty kick in the third round.

The Spanish tennis players around the court began to cheer and were excited.

On Bian Boli's side, his brows and eyes relaxed.

however.

On the tennis court, on the right side of the court, Frio's expression and heart did not show the slightest joy and relaxation.

"Is it going to be bad so soon?"

At this moment, Frio was solemn and serious in his heart. He held his breath and looked at Sora Beichuan opposite, with thoughts flying in his heart.

In the previous confrontation.

Under the witness of Frio, Kitagawa Sora quickly adapted to Frio's new skill 'Peace'.

The speed with which he sees and dismantles his moves demonstrates the great strength of Beichuankong.

Fortunately, Frio had already anticipated this and did not panic. With the intertwined use of 'Love' and 'Peace', the game was brought to 40-30.

And now.

bass!
The match penalty in the third set had arrived, and Frio would not let his serve be lost.

Therefore.

brush~
After the rhythmic sound of hitting the ball suddenly stopped, a leisurely breeze blew up.

The light yellow tennis ball, as Frio watched, slowly spun and flew straight into the air.

immediately.

Swah——

The tennis racket, which was flying at high speed, hit the tennis ball in mid-air hard.

Just like a spark hitting the earth, the sound exploded and roared, and a golden stream of red light was born directly under Frio's tennis racket.

When it broke through the sky, it carried the huge wind and waves and headed towards the left half of the field.

"'Love&Peace'!"

Bang!
咻叏~
Boom~
At this moment, among the explosions in the air, the surrounding audience was shocked for a moment, and the eyes of Mars and Bian Boli suddenly condensed.

It was also in the left half that Kitagawa Sora's eyes moved slightly and flickered quietly.

Bang~ba~
bang~
Amid the smoke and dust, there were ripples of air waves that came one step slower.

"Score works."

"ACE!"

"Game, Frio Roman, score 2-1."

"Swap venues."

On the referee's bench, Mars suppressed the solemnity in his heart and calmly announced the changes in the score of the game.

Then he turned to look at Bian Boli, who was also nodding solemnly to the lower left.

"It seems that the pressure Frio is feeling now is not simple."

"That guy's strength is terrifying beyond our imagination."

The inexplicable verbal conversation under tacit understanding made Mars and Bian Boli move their eyes slightly and nod secretly.

Frio used 'Love&Peace' so quickly, and he was still in a dominant serve game.

How could Mars and Bianboli not know the meaning contained in it.

The situation on the field was obviously not as they had imagined before, with Frio having the upper hand.

Then next~
"It depends on the next round."

"If we can break serve, Frio will be able to take the initiative."

There is no doubt that the situation on the field at this moment is a duel between masters, one move, one skill, one move, one move, one move, one move after another.

Turn-based combat.

After Frio completed his service game strongly, it was Sora Kitagawa's turn to make a move.

……

Soon, the break time is over.

Da~da~da~~~
As Kitagawa Sora and Frio exchanged the court and took their respective positions, the crisp rhythmic sound of hitting the ball sounded again on the tennis court.

This time, the sound of hitting the ball still came from the right half, but it came from Kitagawa Sora's hands.

One, one, another.

In an inexplicable rhythm, Kitagawa Sora's left hand kept pressing down the light yellow tennis ball, and it bounced and bounced on the ground in front of his toes.

And there was an inexplicable aura stirring ripples on Beichuan Kong's slightly bent body.

hum~
A layer of hazy light appeared on Beichuan Kong's body.

In the mist, a golden light began to shine.

All over the body, muscles began to tremble slightly, strength began to mobilize and gather, and energy surged like waves.

The familiar power bloomed in Kitagawa Sora's body again.

Immortal body, open.

Suddenly, a familiar arc emerged from the corner of Kitagawa Sora's mouth.

Looking at the opposite left half of the field, his eyes also flashed slightly.

"Frio."

"You have to catch the next ball well."

bass!
brush~
The next second, under Frio's fierce formation, Kitagawa Sora's body stretched gracefully.

He threw it lightly with his left hand and stepped forward.

As the tennis ball rose into the air, Sora Beichuan's body also rose accordingly.

And the jade-white tennis racket roared with strong winds, breaking through the silk shackles of the air, and when it brought up a shocking air wave, it slashed towards the tennis ball.

Call ~
Swah——

Everything is ashes, flowing like fire.

Begin to solve!

"Burn the city on fire!"

Bang!
Boom~
咻叏~
Amid the roar of explosions, crimson light began to illuminate the sky.

With the blessing of the Immortal Body, Kitagawa Sora, who saw everything in the left half with the three Magatama Sharingan, used the power of fire to shoot a flaming meteor.

bass!
"So fast!"

bang~
On the left half of the field, Frio, who moved hastily, was already too late.

The suddenly powerful shot made Frio's eyes widen involuntarily.

next second.

He only felt a searing wave of air coming, and a stream of red light that almost gave Frio a smell of burnt blackness, directly piercing through his defenses.

Call ~
Boom~
Under the roar and explosion, air waves swept across.

It was the sudden silence in the entire stadium, the solemn look in Frio's eyes, and the score announcement that sounded as always from the referee's seat.

"Score works."

"ACE!"

"15-0."

On the scoreboard, Bian Boli also silently updated the scores.

At this moment, the whole audience was quiet and silent, but the chilling wind began to blow.

"Whoo~"

After taking a deep breath, Frio, who was in position again, raised his head slightly and stared at Kitagawa Sora above the right half.

"The man who can remind Medanore like this."

"Sure enough, he is not a simple person."

A mixture of hot and cold light emerged from the depths of Frio's eyes.

On the right half of the court, Beichuan Kong, who was standing on the baseline serving position, also smiled slightly and said.

"Medanore~"

"Okay, Frio, let our game continue!"

Da~da~da~~~
brush~
Under everyone's attention, the pale yellow tennis ball leisurely rose to the sky.

Beichuan Kong jumped up again, and the power around his body began to surge. Under the mad catharsis, a sea of ​​​​fire filled the sky and was reflected in the sky.

Swah——

Bang!
咻叏~
The red stream of light flying across the sky began to shine with golden brilliance.

The sea of ​​flames that filled the sky also rushed towards the direction of the left half, engulfing them.

And next.

This is the great show of Beichuan Kong Yanhuo's power.

……

Swah——

"Burn the city on fire!"

In the left half, under the reflection of the red streamer, the giant flaming palm falling from the sky gave Frio a huge sense of oppression.

Boom~
……

Swah——

Bang!
"The blade is like fire—"

"One move: caressing and slashing!"

With a slash from the bottom left to the top right, a sharp stream of light beam appeared, and under the sharp edge of the blade, Frio's defense line was torn apart again.

……

Swah——

"The blade is like fire—"

"Second Form·Matsuaki!"

……

Swah——

"The blade is like fire—"

"Hot hell!"

Boom!
Boom~
Boom~~
Boom~~~
……

Amidst the roar of a series of explosions, there were constant sounds on the tennis court, smoke and dust were everywhere, and strong winds tore the air.

Kitagawa Sora, who had the dominant power, used the power of the flames of the 'Flowing Blade Like Fire' and began to bombard Frio wildly.

One after another, new skills seemed to appear in Sora Kitagawa's hands endlessly.

And each one is more powerful than the other.

The sea of ​​fire, like a tidal wave, devoured and burned Frio's defense line.

With the stream of light flying past again and again, and penetrating the court again and again, the fourth round soon came to a result.

It was during Mars' announcement on the referee's bench.

Right in the middle of Bemberley's silent update scoreboard.In the dead silence of the Spanish tennis players around.

Just as Kitagawa Sora's divine and demonic aura shocked the entire audience.

……

"Score works."

"30-0."

……

"The outside world."

"40-15."

……

"In bounds, the score counts."

"Game, Sora Kitagawa, score 2-2."

……

The score of the fourth round is over.

Under Beichuan Kong's explosive offensive, the situation reversed again, and everyone was silent for a while.

The situation that seemed to change in an instant had taught the entire audience a lesson, allowing them to learn silence, silence, and waiting.

Of course, I also learned to do sit-ups on the coffin board.

And now.

After slight adjustments, the fifth round continued.

What left everyone speechless and shocked was that the situation that they thought would be reversed again turned out to have a slightly bad start.

Of course, this so-called 'not good' is for Frio.

Swah——

"Everything is in the air, all are ashes!"

"The blade is like fire—"

"Hot hell!"

jump!
Boom~
There was another roar and explosion, smoke and dust were flying, and in the left half of the field swept by strong winds, Frio's defense was once again broken by the power of Kitagawa Sora's fire.

This time, it was Frio's serve.

"T-The score is valid."

"0-15."

At this moment, Mars' voice echoed over the entire center court.

On the scoreboard, the bright '0' for Frio and the '15' for Sora Kitagawa made everyone aware that something was wrong.

wow~~~
"Lost points."

"First ball."

"That guy's offensive has not stopped yet."

"I think... he is about to break serve."

"Frio..."

"Can you keep it?"

Looking at the Beichuan Kong in the right half of the field, whose radiant aura was like the might of heaven descending, everyone's hearts trembled.

They all knew that the critical moment had arrived.

Call ~
A cold wind began to blow, exaggerating the silence and solemnity on the field.

"Whoo~"

After exhaling in one breath, Frio calmed down.

Da~da~da~~~
The hands are constantly moving to stabilize and fine-tune their own state.

"Kitagawa Sora!"

bass!
Staring at Kitagawa Sora across from him, Frio's face became gloomy with a heavy heart.

The ball just now had already announced that Kitagawa Sora had raised the sharp weapon in his hand, and the horse under his crotch was neighing.

Kitagawa Sora wants to break his serve here.

And what he needs to do now is how to keep his serve.

Just then.

On the right half of the court, Kitagawa Sora's voice sounded slowly as he looked at Frio with a smile.

"Then~"

"Frio."

"Next, what will you do?"

"I'm going to break your serve!"

bass!
Call ~
In an instant, their eyes were clashing with each other, causing sparks to fly and lightning to hiss and flicker.

"Whoo~"

"I'm sorry~"

"I won't let you get what you want, Beichuan!"

hum~
In an instant, as Kitagawa Sora's eyes moved slightly, a hazy aura appeared on Frio's body above the left half of the field.

Ta da da~~ da!
The rhythmic sound of hitting the ball suddenly disappeared.

next moment.

bass!
thump~
Under the faint beating of his heart, Kitagawa Sora's scarlet eyes met Frio's green and white eyes.

A sense of vigilance quietly grew in Beichuan Kong's heart.

"What is this!"

"Are you going to make a move?"

At this moment, under the confusion of the surrounding audience, under the excitement of Mars and Bian Boli, Frio had already taken action.

Mars: "Here we come!"

Bianboli: "The one from Frio!"

at the same time.

Under the whispers and gazes of Mars and Bianboli.

On the left half of the court, with deep green eyes, looking at the light yellow tennis ball rising into the air, Frio had already swung the tennis racket in his hand cleanly.

Swah——

Bang!
咻叏~
With a soft sound, a clean 'Love&Peace' serve appeared under Frio's bat.

Many people were shocked, stunned, and stunned.

wow~~~
"What is this doing?"

"Hasn't this trick been proven useless in front of that guy?"

"Damn it, what are you doing Frio? Are you about to give up now!"

Obviously, these ignorant tennis players simply do not understand the deeper meaning.

But Kitagawa Sora's side will not be the same as them.

"Interesting~"

"This ability is not very obvious~"

"Is it the so-called 'emotional recognition'?"

Under the outline of his mouth, a familiar smile bloomed.

There is no doubt that Kitagawa Sora's heart has been aroused by sensing the changes in Frio's aura opposite him and the surge of spiritual power.

step~
brush~
Stepping out, his figure fluttered, Kitagawa Sora went straight towards the incoming ball.

No matter what the trick is, you only need to hit two balls to know it.

Swah——

Under the extremely fast swing of the tennis racket, there was a sudden crisp sound and a sudden scream of light flying through the air.

huh~
After stabilizing his body, Beichuan Kong stared at the tennis ball flying over the net, and was about to turn around to make up for it.

However, the next second, Beichuan Sora's foot stopped.

The body stopped immediately before taking two steps.

"Interesting~"

"It is indeed this."

Under Sora Kitagawa's smiling gaze, Frio appeared in front of the net at some point in the left half of the court.

And the tennis racket that had not been fully recovered had just performed a light swing.

Perfect under the short ball.

A tennis ball that was intercepted in the air was lying on the ground in front of the net in the right half of the court, and it had not completely stopped rolling.

this moment.

The audience who had been mumbling nonsense just now were staring, mouth-opening, in a daze, unable to speak.

ah~this~
On the referee's bench, Mars' voice sounded at the right time.

"Score works."

"15-15."

With an exquisite short ball, it looks ordinary at first glance, but it is a winning goal.

At this time.

Bian Boli, who was on the scoreboard, also made a statement.

"This is Frio!"

"That terrifying ability to moisturize things silently - 'emotional cognition'!"

"A talent like cheating~"

With slightly helpless and emotional words, Bian Boli revealed the talents that Frio was using.

'Emotional cognition', through the subtle expressions of the other person's body and mind, you can understand his thoughts and analyze and predict his next move.

And that ball just now.

Frio used his ability, the first stage of 'emotional cognition' - 'perception and insight'.

With those green and white eyes, he could see everything about Beichuan Kong.

From facial expressions, from the subtle movements of the body, from the perception of the sea of ​​soul, and even the induction of changes in breath.

Frio, who knew everything in an instant, went straight to the net and hit a wonderful short ball.

With an invisible defense, he responded to Beichuankong's scorching attack.

……

step~
With gentle footsteps, Kitagawa Sora and Frio were still looking at each other in space.

The confrontation of invisible auras caused the atmosphere on the field to continue to plummet.

Call ~
The wind blows continuously.

On the tennis court, as Sora Kitagawa and Frio took their positions one after another, the increasingly fierce competition continued to reach its climax.

Frio uses the talent of 'emotional recognition'.

Want to take the situation back again!
"The victory in this game will belong to me!"

Da~da~da~~~
"Beichuan!"

"You can never escape my perception and insight!"

brush~
"Get ready...for defeat!"

Swah——

As the light yellow tennis ball took off leisurely, Frio jumped lightly, and the tennis racket in his hand was already swinging out again.

……

(End of this chapter)