Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 428 The Philosopher on the Road to Victory
"Now, let's start this competition."

"Please play both players."

In the noisy first court, the referee sat on the referee's bench and loudly announced the start of the game.

For a moment, the entire audience was silent at first, and then became excited again, with heated discussions and heated atmosphere.

"Borg!"

"Borg!"

"Borg!"

"..."

Loud cheers of support rang out, and in the stands, Retru's eyes sank and he became serious.

"here we go!"

The QP next to him looked directly at the two figures on the field.

In an instant, his expression, as calm as water, could not help but show a hint of color.

Counting yesterday's game, just right, both people on the field have defeated him.

……

The howling wind brought a noisy atmosphere.

Under the spotlight, Sora Kitagawa and Borg stood up on the benches on the sidelines one after another.

The two people who had already made all preparations raised their eyes and looked at each other in the distance.

Then in silence, he stepped onto the stage.

before the net.

bass!
"I have been looking forward to this game for a long time."

"Jurgen Barisavage Borg!"

"Before yesterday, I wasn't looking forward to playing against you, but now, I'm also looking forward to playing against you."

"Kitagawa Sora!"

Use the net as the dividing line, one left and one right.

Looking at each other, Kitagawa Sora and Borg greeted each other.

no doubt.

Whether it's because of the plot of the original novel or what he's heard in this world, Kitagawa Sora has long been looking forward to Borg, the world's number one active professional player.

As for Borg, he didn't care about Kitagawa Sora before.

After all, he, Borg, is the number one professional player in the world, and he has his own confidence and vision.

but now.

Especially yesterday's battle between Kitagawa Sora and QP. After witnessing it with his own eyes, he finally saw what Kitagawa Sora's strength was.

And how can opponents like this not make people's blood boil!

bass!
The rising atmosphere is gradually approaching the tension.

The escaping sense of pressure actually made many spectators near the wall guardrails in the infield tremble.

As he swallowed his saliva, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

And this is the world that belongs to the strong.

Call ~
The breeze is blowing, I guess it will end first.

After Kitagawa Sora and Borg took their positions and made corresponding preparations, the referee's voice sounded at the right time.

"The game begins, Borg VS Sora Kitagawa, the winner will be decided in one set."

"In the first round, Sora Kitagawa serves."

"The game is over."

And what followed was the crowd above the four square stands, who shouted even harder.

The waves of sound, each stronger than the last, attempted to converge into a tsunami storm, overwhelming Kitagawa Sora in terms of momentum.

And for this.

But Kitagawa Sora was just indifferent and smiled. He was not affected by any negative impact at all. Instead, he became more and more excited.

da da da~~~
A mustard-yellow ball collided with the ground again and again under Beichuan Kong's constant pressure, making a crisp sound.

Standing at the baseline serving position, Kitagawa Sora bowed slightly and raised his eyes to gaze amidst his breathing and rhythm.

Looking at Borg across from him, he sensed the aura and momentum that was obviously different from his previous opponents.

And correspondingly.

Standing in the receiving area on the right half of the court, Borg, leaning over with his racquet in hand, also stared directly at him.

That cold and serious gaze looked up and down at Kitagawa Sora.

It is like a hunter lurking in the dark, carefully observing the prey in front of him before hunting.

Call ~
next moment.

The chilling wind blew.

The audience crowd around the venue also gradually became quiet.

Until~
brush~
The light yellow tennis ball flying into the air suddenly became the focus of the audience.

Swah——

In the left half of the field, Kitagawa Sora's slightly bowed body straightened up, and his whole body was like a compressed spring. He put his foot on the ground and jumped up.

The tennis racket was swung at extremely fast speeds, causing screams as the phantom fluttered.

Bang!
When an explosion sounded, a mustard-yellow ball that had been deformed by the force had already turned into a stream of light and rushed toward the right half of the field where Borg was.

swoosh~
In an instant, strong wind howled and screamed.

Amid the exclamations of many spectators, Borg stepped out of the right half of the field, already prepared.

bass!
Borg's aggressive gaze moved back and forth on Kitagawa Sora and the incoming ball.

Cold, chilling, like the gaze of death.

The aura of the strong man and the pressure of the spirit all overflowed and surged towards Beichuan Kongkong.

This is Borg's style of tennis, with a wave of pressure at the beginning of the game.

Whether it's the pressure of momentum or the pressure of spirit, it continues until he controls the rhythm of the game and wins.

Swah——

boom!
There was a crisp sound and it exploded instantly.

Borg jumped into position and turned the tennis racket in his hand.

During the vigorous swing, the tilted downward tennis racket directly hit the tennis ball.

next second.

Under the gaze of the entire audience, a diagonal volley shot with a violent spin went straight to the bottom corner of Sora Kitagawa's other half.

bass!
At this moment, Borg's cold gaze continued to output.

"Huh~"

"This look is really... a bit exciting!"

bass!
step~
In the left half, Kitagawa Sora was also rude despite Borg's gaze.

With a heavy step, his whole body shot towards the left.

Amidst the strong wind, the jade-white tennis racket was already drawn out as he paused slightly.

Swah——

Bang!
chi chi chi~~~
The trembling tennis racket accurately blocked the ejection path of the tennis ball. The deformed mustard yellow ball collided with the catgut grid, making an explosive sound.

The force, like a heavy hammer hitting down, followed the path of the racket string, racket net, racket handle, and palm, and was transmitted to Kitagawa Sora's right wrist.

Feeling the strong impact, Bei Chuankong's eyes filled with fiery meaning could not help but move slightly.

If we talk about the power of the flat-A shot, among the 32 countries on the world rankings, among the many tennis players Sora Kitagawa has encountered, no one can compare with Borg.

"Not bad power~"

bass!
"Back to you!"

boom!
huh~
A touch of golden light shines, and the sudden power is blessed on the tennis racket,

Under Sora Kitagawa's gaze, a backhand shot was pulled horizontally, and a ball of light returned straight to the right half of the court.

And this moment.

Borg was not careless at all.

Without him, when their eyes met, the golden halo on the surface of Kitagawa Kong's body immediately made Borg's eyes narrow.

Glowing...

It's that trick of 'immortal body'...

"It's already been shot."

With the final words in his mind, Borg jumped up and moved, staring, slapping, and waving.

Swah——

peng!

In the blink of an eye, the ball of light flying vertically and horizontally hit Borg's tennis racket.

In the dull sound, it was the deformed tennis ball that was biting the strings, the frozen tennis racket, and Borg's slightly heavy arm.

The incoming ball, like a shot put dropped, hit Borg's defensive line wantonly.

fortunately.

Because he knew the information, Borg had already made certain preparations.

Therefore~
"Hmph!" Kaka~~
With a low cry and a cold snort, Borg's right arm covered with granite muscles remained motionless, like a solid barrier, consuming all the power above the ball.

Immediately, with a bang, the stream of light exploded, and the wind howled.

Under Borg's super downward pull, the mustard-yellow ball, blessed with spin and power, flew toward the left half of the court at an extremely fast speed.

Suddenly, dust began to fly on the tennis court and smoke began to fill the air.

And for this.

Beichuan Kong's eyes narrowed slightly, and in his excited aura, a scarlet light began to flicker.

After the Immortal's human body, the Sharingan eye is drawn.

bass!
At a glance, Gou Yulun's scarlet eyes directly saw through the incoming speed ball of light.

Judge the path of the ball and move forward.

Amid the exclamations from the crowd, Kitagawa Sora had already stepped into position.

Listening to the hustle and bustle outside the stadium, feeling the heat of the atmosphere, staring at the still serious Borg opposite.

Exhaling a hot breath, Kitagawa Sora bent his knees, swung his body, and stretched his arms, his eyes focused.

The next second, red light surged.

hum~
Swah——

"Solution!"

"The Remnant Fire Sword—"

"East!"

"Sunburst!"

Bang!
With a crisp sound, the tennis ball, which had absorbed the powerful force, flew straight towards the right half of the court under Sora Kitagawa's pull.

The speed of this ball is not extremely fast, the wind it brings is not strong, and there is no sparkle of brilliance.

It feels like an ordinary whipping ball.

But whether it was Bismarck in the stands or Borg on the field, they both understood the basics.

"That guy's starting to attack!"

Bismarck's eyes tightened, and his hands couldn't help but grab the protective railing in front of him.

During the game the day before yesterday, Kitagawa Sora used this trick to greet him.

As for Borg~
bass!
The serious face did not change at all.

With meticulous eyes, he stared at Kitagawa Sora and the incoming 'Rising Sun Blade'. With steady breathing and pulse, he stepped forward and moved the racket.

Swah——

boom!
There was a crisp sound, and in an instant, a huge air wave rolled up at the intersection of the mustard yellow ball and the tennis racket.

The sudden change shocked many new viewers.

Ok?
Wasn't that just a very ordinary whipping ball?

How did it suddenly create such awesome effects and images?
Good guy~
It turned out to be a hidden murderer! ! !

"I'll go, luckily it's Borg!"

"Haha, now you know how scary it is. The day before yesterday, Bismarck's tennis racket was punched with a big hole by this ball."

sizzle~~~
In the sound of air-conditioning, Bismarck, who was beaten to death, expressed that he wanted to find a corner to hide~
The atmosphere was tense amid the discussion.

A series of nervous eyes looked towards the tennis court from a distance.

On the right half of the court, Borg was hitting the ball with his bat, bearing the sudden and powerful impact of the ball without changing his expression.

The tennis racket vibrates slightly, and the tight net catches the tennis ball.

And that Borg's heart and eyes are like a high-precision machine.

The breathtaking atmosphere follows the precision, simplicity, directness, extremeness, essence and rigor characteristic of German tennis players.

soon.

One moment, two moments, three moments...

The frozen picture did not last long.

Under SSS's super sweet spot technology, Borg completed all the analysis of the 'Sunblade' in just one breath.

Rotation, power, restraint, accumulation, explosion...

Subsequently.

"go back!"

The frozen picture of the slightly deformed ball and the barrier hitting the net was directly shattered by Borg's swing of his arm.

swoosh~
Under the upward pull and twitch, the tennis ball drew a parabola and fell towards the left half of the court.

The 'Rising Sun Blade' played by Kitagawa Sora was directly counterattacked by Borg.

But~
Before Bismarck could be happy in the stands, the storm broke out again on the tennis court.

step~
brush~
A heavy step, a light leap.

On the left half of the court, Kitagawa Sora, whose mouth is slightly outlined, has already faintly replaced the glory of the three-point sun.

Like a figure of divine power, the power of flames around him has been condensed and accumulated to the extreme.

Staring directly at Borg across the net, Sora Kitagawa looked lively.

Kitagawa Sora had anticipated Borg's counterattack against the 'Rising Sun Blade', and was not surprised. After all, this man is currently number one in the world.

So~
"The Remnant Fire Sword—"

"north!"

"Ash of heaven and earth!"

Boom!
In the midst of the divine chanting, accompanied by the collision of the tennis racket and the tennis ball, there was an explosion-like sound and sound waves.

Amidst the turbulent air waves, the strong wind swept and roared.

A beam of bright sunlight, like a bright sun, crossed the net, penetrated the sky, and reached the right half of the court where Borg was.

If the power of the flames of the residual fire sword, the 'Rising Sun Blade' is the ultimate in internal accumulation, then the 'Ashes of Heaven and Earth' is the pinnacle of external explosion.

Amid the sudden exclamations of the surrounding crowd, the 'ashes of heaven and earth' that were like a volcanic eruption carried a sea of ​​​​fire and engulfed Borg.

"Whoo~"

On the right half of the field, Borg was breathing heavily and staring at the incoming 'Ashes of Heaven and Earth'.

Break through the air, land on the ground, and eject.

Swah——

Seize the right moment and swing.

In an instant, in silence, the tennis racket that looked like a ten thousand-foot mountain peak once again transformed into a barrier, blocking the way of the ball of fire.

boom!
The energy of the explosion condensed into a storm, swept all directions, and ravaged the stadium.

In the sudden rise of the Kamaita wind blade, there was the brilliance of the confrontation between the two parties, with air waves rolling and dust flying everywhere.

Amidst the explosions that followed, countless spectators held their breaths and widened their eyes, waiting for the follow-up of this ball.

And as expected~
"Borg!"

“@%&…&…@#￥!!!”

Silence turned to noise and bustle in the blink of an eye.

Under the excitement of the audience, Borg used his muscular right arm to twitch and pull violently.

The squeaking and slightly trembling racket once again blocked Sora Kitagawa's attack.

Borg's expression remained unchanged and he said nothing, but the light yellow tennis ball that flew to the left half ignited the entire audience.

Unfortunately.

The crowd above the stands had not had time to be happy and excited for long.

That wisp of hot and swaying flame changed his name in just a few breaths.

The big devil said, I will be responsible for this matter~
step~
Swah——

Step, stop, pause.

Just like the breeze blowing in the willows, like the soft flowing water, under Beichuan Kong's swing, the tennis racket turned into a jade-white fan.

Right in the frontcourt, right in the moment.

"The Remnant Fire Sword—"

"West!"

"Sunshine Prison Clothes!"

Underneath the soft chanting is the meeting of the tennis racket and the mustard yellow ball.

bang~
呲~
咻叏~
Amidst the crisp sound, the tennis ball that was counterattacked by Borg disappeared under the caress of the fiery wind.

Then, under the gaze of the suddenly silent audience, it flew softly, passed the net, and landed in front of the net in the right half of the court.

thump~
Ta-ta~
Call ~
The slight sound stopped quietly.

The howling wind brought silence to the entire place.

The frozen tennis ball in front of the net left many spectators stunned and speechless.

Even Borg frowned slightly when he looked at the mustard yellow ball and Kitagawa Sora.

Looking at the "Remnant Prison Clothes" that had been prepared for a long time, Borg still didn't understand why Kitagawa Sora had expected the few goals they had just played.

"interesting!"

While murmuring, Borg wanted to understand, his eyes once again became more intense.

An opponent like this makes people even more excited!
……

(End of this chapter)