Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 386: Light ball·Yangyang

Call ~
The icy cold wind that gradually went crazy raged on the center court.

bass!
Frio, who was walking quickly, was swinging the tennis racket in his hand at extremely high speed with his eyes slightly focused.

Swah——

boom!
咻叏~
Amidst a series of crisp screams, a stream of pure yellow light roared up above the left half of the field, flew through the air, and penetrated the right half of the field.

In the middle area of ​​the left outside line, there was an extremely precise hit.

Bang~呲~~~
Boom~
Boom~~
Boom~~~
It was dusty again and filled with smoke.

The roar of explosions serves as the tail end of the movement.

timely.

Mars, who was sitting on the referee's seat, also heard his voice.

"duo~"

"Score works."

"Game, Frio Roman, score 3-2."

"Swap venues."

this moment.

Looking at the tennis court that is emitting the smell of gunpowder smoke, looking at the updated scores on the scoreboard.

The surrounding Spanish tennis players were immediately ecstatic, excited, excited, and excited.

The excited voices of discussion quietly gathered together and reverberated throughout the room.

wow~~~
"Wow wow wow~~~Ahhh~~~"

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!"

"It's okay Frio!"

"The situation has been restored again, well done!"

"The score is 3-2, and it's another service game to hold serve. Huh~~~I'm so nervous~~~"

"This is the talent in Frio's legend, 'emotional cognition'. It's really terrifying!!!"

this moment.

These spectators were still immersed in the fifth inning just now, reminiscing about the unpredictable shots one after another.

The scoring scenes one after another continued to stimulate their minds.

I can't forget it for a long time.

just now.

With the talent of 'emotional recognition', Frio's power also skyrocketed.

Every ball seems to be assisted by a god. He knows the path of the ball in advance, steps into position in advance, and hits the ball specifically towards the perceived weak spot.

After getting better, he once again took the situation back from Kitagawa Sora's hands and successfully won the fifth round.

but.

After all the hustle and bustle, everyone came back to their senses, gradually returned to silence, and restrained their voices.

With the lessons learned before, they now dare not lie too much and act arrogantly.

The repeated situation of jumping left and right hit them in the face many times.

In this situation, everyone's somewhat complicated gazes were directed towards Kitagawa Sora, who was sitting on the bench on the sidelines with his eyes closed to relax.

They all know it if they are smart.

The next sixth round will determine whether they can continue to laugh happily.

……

Call ~
Under the breeze.

At the end of the break, Sora Kitagawa and Frio began to switch places.

step~
Appreciating the refreshing feeling of the wind blowing in his face, Beichuan Kong walked with a calm expression and posture.

Leisurely, he looked at Frio who was walking towards him.

And the shallow arc drawn from the corner of the mouth also made Frio feel a little excited.

bass!
The two people who passed by each other completed the exchange of venues with one last look at each other.

The sixth round of the game continues.

Frio went to the right half, and Sora Kitagawa, who had the right to serve, came to the left half.

Da~da~da~~~
Soon, after Kitagawa Sora and Frio were both in position, the rhythmic sound of hitting the ball sounded from the baseline service point in the left half.

One, one, another.

Amidst the silent noise, a chilling atmosphere began to fill the air, filling the gazes between Sora Kitagawa and Frio.

bass!
"Frio, you know~"

"Tennis is a game of hitting the ball back in the future."

"Ok?"

"What do you want to say, Beichuan."

Frowning his eyebrows slightly, and with a deep voice, Frio, who was also staring at Kitagawa Sora and not daring to be distracted in the slightest, answered the question.

Da~da~da~~~
"With your 'emotional recognition' ability, you can probably get my next thoughts on the ball~"

"But in terms of 'body' increase, it shouldn't be much."

Heart, skill, body.

There is no doubt that Frio's 'emotional cognition' ability, main 'heart', secondary 'skill', and 'body' are the least.

Confessing softly, Kitagawa Sora's lips curled up confidently as Frio felt solemn.

"Frio, you need to know."

"Some balls, even if you can see its trajectory, even if your tennis racket can accurately capture it, but~"

"Huh~"

With a slight smile and under Frio's solemn gaze, Kitagawa Sora's left hand gently grabbed the tennis ball that bounced off the ground.

immediately.

brush~
Amidst the soft sound, the light yellow tennis ball was thrown into the sky by Kitagawa Sora.

step~
Swah——

Step, jump, swing.

Bang!
咻叏~
In an instant, under Sora Kitagawa's powerful dunk, the tennis ball was severely pushed towards the right half of the court.

bass!
This is an average serve!

What do you mean?
Through his 'perception and insight', Frio could see the incoming ball clearly in an instant, and looked at Sora Kitagawa again with doubts.

While stepping and moving, he faced the incoming ball and prepared to swing the racket.

While activating 'emotional recognition'.

bass!
In an instant, Frio's pupils suddenly shrank as he stared at Kitagawa Sora.

"Are you going to hit a ball I can't come back from!?"

"You want to defeat my 'emotional recognition' head-on?"

"A brutal goal that can destroy my defence?"

At this moment, even if the 'Emotional Awareness' is not activated, Frio can understand a little bit of it just from the undisguised confidence in the corner of Beichuan Kong's mouth.

But~
"Huh~"

The same chuckle came from Frio's mouth.

Frio, who stopped and turned sideways, already raised the tennis racket high.

With the same flamboyance and confidence, Frio spoke with determination.

"Come on, Beichuan!"

"Let me see what your next goal is."

"Let me use facts to crush your innocent dreams."

"Huh~"

Frio really didn't believe it. There was a ball that he could clearly see and catch with his tennis racket, but he couldn't hit it back.

Swah——

Bang!
咻叏~
With a crisp scream, the light yellow tennis ball flew through the air and flew towards the left half of the court.

At this moment, Beichuan Kong, who was approaching, had already taken his position in advance.

Then~
hum~
In an instant, along with a buzzing sound, invisible ripples appeared in the air, spreading in all directions.

The rising momentum dissipated from Kitagawa Sora's body, gradually enveloped the left half, and then eroded towards the right half.

and that...

Buzz~Ping~Wow~~~
A dazzling light shines on Kitagawa Sora's body.

The left hand held empty in front of him, the right hand holding the racket waiting, and the tennis ball suspended in front of Kitagawa Sora as if time had stopped.

The power of light bloomed in Kitagawa Sora's hands.

Also under the transmission of the ripples, it irradiated, enveloped, and devoured Frio on the right half.

"Frio~"

"Let's give a greeting first~"

Swah——

bass!
In an instant, accompanied by Kitagawa Sora's extremely fast swing.

On top of the tennis ball that shone like a thunder snake, there were faint sounds of thousands of birds, as if the void was vibrating.

"Light hits the ball!"

jump!
Boom~
Amidst the explosive roar, a golden beam of light that looked like a sword but not an arrow, with a golden ball of light as its core, blasted straight towards the right half.

this moment.

The strong wind was howling, whipping up wind blades and raging across the entire center court, causing the surrounding Spanish tennis players to scream in surprise.

As for Kitagawa Sora's menacing 'light shot'.

Frio was unmoved, and even... smiled.

"Haha~~~"

"Beichuan, let me tell you, you are too naive!"

step~
While roaring, Frio stepped hard with his left foot, and with his muscles bursting out, he swung the tennis racket fiercely without hesitation.

"It's just a 'light ball', but it can't destroy me!"

The appearance of the light ball made Frio's confidence explode. It was just a 'light ball', but he couldn't hit it back?

What a joke!
Who is he?
He is the second-largest figure in Spanish tennis and the current acting captain of the U17, second only to Medanore!
"I am..."

"Frio Roman!!!"

"Drink~ Ah!!!"

Under the tearing roar of bursting veins, the tennis racket swung by Frio collided head-on with the golden ball of light that bounced off the ground.

immediately.

Boom~
Boom~~
Boom~~~
In an instant, centered on the intersection of the tennis racket and the tennis ball, circles of air waves began to spread, and the endless air began to burst.

jump!
Boom~
After a two-second stalemate, Frio's whole body seemed to be exerting force in a furious swing.

A golden stream of light, like a very fast light blade, pierced directly towards Beichuan Kong.

Seeing this goal, Frio completed a domineering counterattack.

Seeing that the big devil is about to tie himself up in a cocoon.

Seeing that the situation is about to settle.

The surrounding Spanish tennis players watched the golden stream of light excitedly and nervously, waiting for the scene of Kitagawa Sora being blasted away.

Unfortunately.

The big devil said that you should never see this scene again.

"Haha~"

"It's really not bad, Frio!"

On the left half, watching Frio hit back the 'Light Shot', Kitagawa Sora said softly and appreciatively.

And the next second.

step~
With a heavy step, Kitagawa Sora stretched out his left hand again to face the incoming ball, toward the void, and shook it slightly.

Underneath the faint smile, it was Kitagawa Sora who was extremely serious.In a rare gesture, the aura that could impress all living beings shone on Kitagawa Kong's body with another dazzling brilliance.

This time, in addition to gold, the light was also blended with red.

this moment.

Frio, who continued to activate the 'Emotional Cognition and Perception Insight', felt something was wrong, and his expression changed suddenly.

Mars and Bian Boli's pupils also trembled.

That breathtaking aura is like... a natural disaster is about to come, gods and demons are coming to the world, danger is approaching, and a catastrophe is imminent!
And this time.

Kitagawa Sora's ruthless and cold voice, like a god examining the world, quietly reverberated through the air.

"Frio!"

"The meeting ceremony has passed, now let's welcome death!"

hum~
Boom~
In the sudden burst of energy storm vortex, Beichuan Kong's voice of gods and demons sounded again.

"Light ball·Yangyang!"

The second stage of Light Strike, Light Strike·Fire Sun, appears!
jump!
Boom~Boom~~Boom~~~
Suddenly, a storm swept across, tornadoes raged, and under the violent energy fluctuations, there was a frightening stream of light shining.

huh~
Under the terrifying sound of air explosions, the golden color and crimson color were intertwined.

The 'Power of Light' and the 'Power of Fire' blended together, dominated by the golden-red ball of light that looked like the sun, blasting towards the right half of the field where Frio was.

In an instant, he had arrived beside Frio.

this moment.

The whole place was silent, only the light was shining, only the smoke and dust were flying, only the strong wind was raging, and only the expression was dull.

And the next second.

Boom~
Boom~~
Boom~~~
Hum~boom~pa~ta~hiss~duang...

The terrifying sound became the theme.

The tennis court, completely shrouded in smoke, fog, and smoke, became the focus and center.

The audience with dull eyes, Mars and Bian Boli were stunned and speechless.

Kitagawa Sora was watching everything in the world quietly like a demon, enjoying the feeling of comfort and joy in his heart.

and that...

Call ~
The breeze rises, the smoke falls, and the fog disperses.

The tennis court that had been ravaged and left many scars appeared in front of everyone.

Tick ​​tock~tick tock~tick tock~
At this time, a soft sound like the sound of water droplets reached everyone's ears. In this silent scene, it was not ordinary and attracting attention.

The stunned people quickly looked at where Frio was, took a closer look, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Call ~
Fortunately, it wasn't the sound of blood dripping down to the ground.

It was just the sound of big beads of sweat dripping from Frio's body.

"Fortunately, Frio was not injured."

"Huh~ I'm scared to death."

"But~"

"!!!"

At the turn of the words, the Spanish tennis players' eyes suddenly widened, like lanterns, their pupils flickered, and they trembled slightly.

It turns out~
"Huha~huha~huha~~~"

Panting heavily, Frio slightly closed his eyes, feeling the recovery of his body, heart, lungs, muscles, limbs...

The feeling of coming back to life made Frio addicted.

But it was obvious that there was not much time for Frio to recover on the field.

"Whoo~"

As his breathing eased, Frio opened his eyes, shook his sore right hand slightly, and raised it slightly.

The tennis racket in his hand was completely pierced, but it was so conspicuous.

The torn catgut slapped against the strings one after another, causing Frio to become slightly speechless.

"It was actually penetrated directly..."

"nice one……"

"Light ball·Yangyang!"

In the second stage, the light hit the ball, the terrifying power, and the attack that debuted in Beichuan Kong's world travel, really beat Frio to the extreme.

"Whoo~"

Frio changed the pierced tennis racket to his left hand, held it lightly with his right hand once or twice, shook it, shook it, and moved it.

Fortunately, my right hand was fine and not injured, but it suddenly suffered a wave of horrific shocks and made me feel a little numb and weak.

At this time.

A voice came from Kitagawa Sora, who had been looking at Frio.

"How about it, Frio."

"Do you want to continue playing?"

bass!
Lift your head, stare, and look at each other.

"Of course!"

After flicking his right hand and shaking it twice, Frio's eyes were scorching, and he was once again full of fighting spirit. Such a gesture made Kitagawa Sora's eyebrows condense, and he bloomed with joy.

……

"duo~"

"The game continues!"

In the sixth round, on the basis of '15-0', after changing the tennis racket, Frio stood on the tennis court again.

Under Mars' announcement, Kitagawa Sora also continued to kick off.

In the joy, Kitagawa Sora, who was also gradually getting excited, once again started his violent offensive.

Swah——

Bang!
boom!
peng!

Boom!
Boom~~~
Under the sound of a series of hitting balls, Frio, who was ready, received the explosive impact of the "power of light" and "power of fire" from Kitagawa Sora.

Boom~
"Light hits the ball!"

Boom~
"The Remnant Fire Sword—"

"Explosive Fire Sword of Fire!"

Boom~
"Light ball·Yangyang!"

Boom~
"The Remnant Fire Sword—"

"East Rising Sun Blade!"

……

to the end.

In addition to the 'Light Ball - Yanyang', Kitagawa Sora, who was playing vigorously, was even more passionate and wanted to vent his power.

Directly performing the swastika interpretation, he summoned the power of the 'Remnant Fire Sword', and even used the 'Residual Fire Sword - East Rising Sun Blade'.

And obviously.

Facing Kitagawa Sora's fierce and inhuman offensive, Frio, who only relied on the power of 'emotional cognition', simply couldn't stand it.

The hard-to-hold defense line was shattered and withered, devastated, and finally collapsed under the bombardment of Beichuan Kong.

"duo~"

"Score works."

"Game, Sora Kitagawa, score 4-3."

"Swap venues."

With the cold wind blowing, gunpowder smoke filled the air.

On the referee's bench, Mars' voice sounded again, once again announcing the real-time score of the game.

this moment.

The entire audience was silent, just staring in the direction of the tennis court in a daze, speechless, bitter and depressed.

wow~~~
"Already...4-3..."

"Frio... was broken..."

"I lost my serve, is there any hope?"

"That guy is simply too strong to be human..."

At this moment, the Spanish tennis players around looked at Frio, full of disbelief and depression, and looked at Beichuan Sora, full of fear and surrender that quietly grew.

That's right.

Under the bombardment of wanton power, Beichuan Kong had already won two small rounds in a row.

From '3-2' where Frio was leading, he went directly to '4-3' where he was leading.

Not only did he win his own serve, but he also won Frio's serve. He broke serve in the seventh game and took the initiative.

This is why those Spanish tennis players are so postured.

After the break, the situation was different.

The situation at this moment means that Frio must make actions and changes.

If you don't want to break the game, there is a high probability that you will be defeated.

And in this case.

shuh~
At this moment, a series of eyes, with the last hope of the Spanish tennis players, stared at Frio on the bench beside the court.

"Frio!"

"Come on!"

"Can't admit defeat!"

"Frio, fight until the end!"

"Frio! Come on! Come on! Come on!"

"..."

At this moment, it was the last cry of support from them!

bass!
this moment.

Listening to the shouts echoing on the field, Kitagawa Sora opened his eyes and looked at Frio next to him with interest.

"How are you doing, Frio!"

In this situation, Frio has not been defeated yet. There is no doubt that Kitagawa Sora's mind has made some guesses.

If nothing unexpected happens, Frio should have one final trump card.

Sora Kitagawa is looking forward to it now.

At this time.

Mars and Bian Boli also looked at Frio after looking at each other.

"Frio!"

"Frio!"

"Don't worry about it..."

"let's go!"

at last.

Under the calls, Frio opened his slightly closed eyes.

bass!
At first glance, he looked at the supporters around him, the tennis players cheering for him.

At the second glance, Frio looked at his friends, Mars and Bianboli, who were a little over the top.

At last.

The silent and cold gaze met Kitagawa Sora's expectant eyes.

bass!
Under invisible confrontation.

"Huh~"

this moment.

The big devil said, it feels just right!
……

(End of this chapter)