Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 430: Spiral Baptism, Time Loop
on the tennis court.

At the beginning of the second round, under Borg's tennis racket, a stream of light tornado was born and sped out.

After Sora Kitagawa landed on the right half, it caused a huge commotion.

Sounds roared, streams of light exploded, air waves surged wildly, and wind blades tore apart.

And amidst the surrounding smoke and dust, the referee's voice sounded, and the crowd in the stands suddenly exploded.

wow~~~
"cool!"

"It's so powerful. It's indeed Borg's signature skill 'Baptism of the Whirlpool', a perfect ACE ball!"

"Ooooooo~~~"

"That guy was dumbfounded and motionless, hahaha~~~"

"This trick is too dazzling!!!"

"Borg! Invincible!"

"Borg! Must win!"

"One more goal! One more goal! One more goal..."

The evaluation of the prey has ended, and Borg, a powerful and calm hunter, is about to start his own hunting from now on.

In the midst of the arrogance and arrogance, he started with his signature 'whirlpool' and scored directly with an ace ball, which ignited the fire of the atmosphere.

Compared to those German tennis players who follow the rhythm.

On the tennis court, Beichuan Kong didn't change his face.

Or rather.

The two people on the left and the right moved without any emotion.

After all, in a duel at this level, hiding one's own emotions and psychology is the foundation of the foundation.

……

Call ~
The wind blows, the clouds move.

bass!
On the right half of the court, Sora Kitagawa leaned down with a racket in hand, waiting for Borg's next serve.

As his eyes flashed slightly, he thought back to the goal just now.

The power of the whirlpool with hidden murderous intent was condensed to the extreme under Borg's control, and then he struck out, landing on the right half and ejecting before exploding.

Although Kitagawa Sora didn't catch the ball just now, Kitagawa Sora also saw a lot of things under the scarlet eyes that were working hard.

For example~
Spin!

Call ~
At the right time, the chilling wind will blow again.

bass!
"coming!"

With a heartfelt message, the atmosphere on the tennis court changed again.

Whether it was Borg or Sora Kitagawa, they all entered the state instantly, leaving many viewers stunned.

Bang!
boom!
huh~
Amid the sound of explosions, and accompanied by Borg's perfect serving posture, a blue-purple beam of light struck Kitagawa Sora again.

There is no missing energy fluctuation, and the wind and tornado are blowing wantonly.

There is also a scene that looks like a death vortex in a stormy ocean.

It's Borg's rather iconic skills.

——The baptism of the whirlpool!

Above the right half.

Amidst the rushing flames, a strong wind blows head-on, and a black wild lion dances wildly. Bei Chuankong narrows his eyes slightly and stares at the incoming ball.

In my ears, I could hear the hustle and bustle of the crowd in the stands.

In his eyes, in addition to the incoming 'baptism of the whirlpool', there was also the cold and solemn gaze of Borg on the opposite side.

And this.

Kitagawa Sora, who was silent, felt the excitement and pleasure welling up in his body, but he also curled his lips.

Then~
step~
brush~
He stepped forward, waved his arms, and raised his racket high.

next moment.

bass!
His eyes were slightly focused, and the afterimage flew across the sky. In that moment of stillness, the tennis racket in Beichuan Kong's hand turned into a jade-white silk thread.

Swah——

boom!
"Huh~"

"As expected!"

Amid the whispers, a series of sounds began to neigh.

crack~~~
chi chi chi~~~
huh~~~
Body tensed and exerting force, Bei Chuan Kong, who was swaying with little strength, lowered his head slightly, looking at the deformed ball that was entangled with the racket net.

The dark blue brilliance of the mustard-yellow ball, which had accumulated the terrifying power of the vortex, began to dim under the restraint of the tennis racket.

"The power gained from the extreme rotation!"

"This is the secret of this trick 'Baptism of the Whirlpool'!"

He whispered softly and smiled slightly.

In the rolling and spreading air waves, the two arrogant dragons clashing have already achieved a result.

hum~
bass!
The slightly trembling tennis racket became the focus of the audience.

However, the next moment, accompanied by a gleam of heat in those scarlet eyes, a low shout appeared, directly turning Kitagawa Sora into the center.

"Drink~ Ah!"

"go back!"

boom!
huh~
In an instant, the light shone and arrows of light streaked across the sky.

wow~~~
brush~~~
"what!"

"impossible!"

In an instant, the crowd in the stands exploded.

In the midst of the noise, one by one the German tennis players stood up in astonishment and widened their ordinary eyes.

His eyes were horrified, stunned, and unbelievable.

"That guy actually fought back Borg's 'Baptism of the Whirlpool'!!!"

“And it’s the second goal!”

"Damn it!"

“It’s just a coincidence!!!”

"..."

One second ago, they were still exclaiming how Kitagawa Sora's tennis racket blocked Borg's 'Baptism of the Whirlpool'.

However, the next second now, their initial exclamations turned into 'impossible'.

The reality they didn't want to believe was right in front of them.

Borg's 'Baptism of the Whirlpool' was countered by Kitagawa Sora!
……

Left half.

"I called back."

A slight whisper appeared in Borg's mouth.

Although he stared slightly at Bei Chuankong's counterattack of the "baptism of the vortex" with the second ball, our bald boss still didn't change his face.

After some strides and running, he came to Borg on the tennis path, calmly waving his racket.

Swah——

Bang!
With a crisp sound, the incoming ball was hit back by Borg with a strong slap.

In the extremely fast sweep, he flew straight to Kitagawa Sora's other bottom corner. His extreme ball control and extremely fast speed were quite powerful.

The baptism of the whirlpool, professional-level skills.

It is a result of Borg's exploration on the road of simplifying the avenue.

Transform all the previous ball skills into one, take the essence and discard the dross, and further practice with the core of "spin".

This is the core skill of Borg's new tennis path after becoming a professional player.

Pour all the ultimate vortex power into the tennis ball.

After the tennis ball collides with the tennis racket, all the power of the vortex will explode at that moment.

The tennis ball will make a vortex on the surface of the opponent's racket, causing the racket to rotate vertically.

Under normal circumstances, the physical structure of the arms and wrists cannot withstand this extreme vortex force.

So it's a shot that can't be returned even if it's seen through.

of course.

And that's just for the average tennis player.

Needless to say, on Borg's side, Kitagawa Sora has already been crossed out from the column of 'ordinary tennis player'.

You can tell by looking at Borg's eyes now.

You know, the last opponent this look faced was named 'Novak Brynner', also known as 'former world number one'!
and so.

Borg is very serious now.

Another opponent who can make him go all out appears at this moment!

Its name is Beichuan Sora!

……

bass!
A ray of startling light flickered from his eyes.

On the left half of the court, watching Bei Chuankong hit back the flying mustard ball, Borg was already in position, and the racket was raised.

Just like the hunter who appears in the hunting ground, bow and arrow drawn, the string is like the full moon.

A pair of sharp hunting eyes, staring at the prey ahead.

Then~
Swah——

Boom!
Boom~
Like thunder exploding or a volcano erupting, in the terrifying energy storm, Borg's tennis racket hit the tennis ball hard.

Amid the monstrous air waves, the void seemed to be faintly shaking.

And that beam of dark blue light, which was infinitely more powerful than before, turned into a long dragon of comets and headed straight towards the right half of the field.

bass!
Those who come are not good, and those who are good don't.

This ball was so fierce that it was definitely not ordinary.

On the right half of the court, Kitagawa Sora jumped up, his eyes slightly focused, and his eyes flashed.

"Whoo~"

While breathing, Beichuan Kong, who was prepared in his heart, swung the tennis racket vigorously.

Swah——

boom!
The sound of explosion came in a moment.

By the time everyone came to their senses, the tennis ball that had been shot so fiercely had already been caught in the center by a jade-white tennis racket.

The tiny creaking sound was born between the deformed ball and the tennis racket net.And just when the thoughts of many viewers were flying around.

Kitagawa Sora, who blocked the ball, moved his eyebrows slightly.

"The power has been increased so much!"

Feeling the impact and explosive feeling transmitted from his wrists and arms, Kitagawa Sora quickly compared and analyzed in his mind.

And obviously.

Although they are both called 'Baptism of the Whirlpool', these two different powers speak for themselves.

finally.

Tennis rackets and tennis offense and defense have a result.

Accompanied by a series of soft neighing sounds, the tennis racket in Sora Kitagawa's hand was quietly twisted and tilted at an angle.

Then he raised and pulled his right arm vigorously, and the tennis racket twitched high, sending the tennis ball into the sky.

The tennis ball flying in the air immediately attracted countless eyes to follow.

next second.

The crowd was agitated and suddenly boiled over.

wow~~~
Among the noisy waves, there was a figure jumping up. It was Borg who appeared in mid-air and came to the tennis ball.

Kitagawa Sora and the incoming "baptism of the vortex" were anxious for a few breaths, Borg, the current number one in the world, would not let this opportunity pass.

What's more, this opportunity was created by Borg.

bass!
Swah——

Boom!
Boom~
Boom~~
Among the crackling sounds was a stream of light as fast as lightning, the flying tennis ball, and the surging air waves.

It's the Borg falling from mid-air, it's the referee's sound, it's the changing game scores.

And the roaring and excited crowd in the stands again.

wow~~~
"Borg!"

"Uuwuwu!!!"

"Oh oh oh!!!"

"..."

……

Call ~
bass!
On the tennis court, the wind blew away the smoke, and they stared at each other.

"interesting!"

"Whoo~"

A hot breath came out of his mouth.

He turned the tennis racket in his hand and moved his wrist, feeling the heat gradually emerging in his body.

Kitagawa Sora looked at Borg from afar, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

The blood seems to be getting hot!
And the same.

Sensing the rising and surging fire of fighting spirit in Beichuan Kong's body, Borg's eyes became condensed again.

Serious Borg, the hunter who sets out to hunt.

"It's been a long time!"

da da da~~~
In the sound of the ball being slapped again, it was Borg's big hand that kept pressing.

Between the distinct bones are the same protruding veins.

brush~
The long-lost feeling of heat made Borg feel excited.

With a slight leap, the tennis racket he smashed in his hand became stronger again.

"Whoo~"

bass!
Hunting, go on!
Bang!
huh~
5 minute later.

The referee's voice sounded.

"Score works."

"Game, Borg, score 1-1."

At the end of the second round, the score of the game came to 1-1.

Under the constant attack, as if the script was repeated, Borg also broke through Kitagawa Sora's defense and won a small round.

Simultaneously.

The game ends here.

Kitagawa Sora and Borg both entered a fiery state.

Turning a blind eye to the noise in the stands, he took a short breather and then started the third round of the game.

da da da~~~
The rhythmic sound of hitting the ball again appeared in Beichuan Sora's hands.

On the serving position in the right half, Beichuan Kong stood holding the ball, with his feet one in front of the other, the toes and soles of his feet moving in coordination.

A scorching gaze came out.

"Whoo~"

"It's started!"

brush~
Throwing his left hand upward, the mustard-yellow ball flew into the air, and within a moment, he ushered in a fast dunk.

The tennis racket that flitted at a high speed turned into a jade white silk thread.

Amidst the explosion, a streak of light galloped out and swept across the sky.

soon.

Amidst the sound of footsteps, Sora Kitagawa and Borg, who were running wildly at both ends of the tennis court, had another confrontation.

After several rounds, the light flowed freely.

As you come and go, there is a strong smell of gunpowder smoke.

And as the saying goes, attacking and defending is easy, but it only takes a moment.

Kitagawa Sora, who had a slight advantage, had once again found the right opportunity.

bass!
step~
"This is the moment!"

With his eyes exposed, Beichuan Kong paused and stopped.

The tennis racket that was lifted up suddenly swung violently after one breath.

hum~
Swah——

"Dark Ball·Dark Moon!"

Bang!
chi chi chi~~~
huh~
In an instant, with the roar of the tennis racket and the mustard-yellow ball colliding, the terrifying power of darkness suddenly turned into a storm and swept out.

The rising darkness is like the sky changing.

The brilliance of the world has a tendency to be obscured.

But in Borg's sight, there was also a crescent moon, galloping towards him in the darkness.

Thick darkness filled the air, but a crescent moon arrived.

Compared with the deep 'darkness', it is the 'moon' that is even more breathtaking and frightening.

Perhaps, this is the ultimate power.

Boom~
Boom~~
"So!"

"This round~"

"But offense and defense are easy!"

brush~
Call ~
Among the air waves and smoke, there is a slow cold wind rising again.

The tennis racket rotated in the air, Kitagawa Sora stood facing the wind, and there was a happy smile under the excitement.

And there was Borg, who was looking at Sora Kitagawa from afar.

This bald man remains calm and serious in his demeanor.

bass!
After a confrontation, there was a fierce confrontation.

Until~
Another six and seven minutes passed.

step~
brush~
The galloping Sora Kitagawa had already crossed the midfield line in one step.

A rare opportunity to play the ball in the frontcourt was accurately seized by Sora Kitagawa.

Swah——

Under the extremely fast swing of the tennis racket, it was a volley, a quick volley and a smash.

boom!
puff~
huh~
A beam of light bounced past the corner of the baseline and flew out of the court at an extreme trajectory.

As for Borg, who was speeding towards him, the tennis racket head he stretched out was still half a fist away from the tennis ball.

"Score works."

"Game, Sora Kitagawa, score 2-1."

"Swap venues."

……

Call ~
The howling cold wind could not drown out the hustle and bustle of the stands in all directions.

And the corner of the stands.

The location of everyone in Retru.

Yao looked at the two people who went to rest on the bench. They had different expressions.

Sigmund Pubke tightened the cane in his hand and said in a deep voice.

"What happened to Borg!"

Pubke had not seen the suppressed Borg for an unknown amount of time.

Looking at Kitagawa Sora and Borg below, Pubke even didn't know what to say to relieve his nervousness.

Although I still believe that Borg can win the game.

But as soon as he thought about what would happen if Borg lost the game, Pubke, a qualified businessman, couldn't accept it at all.

And fortunately.

Next to Pubuk, there is a Letru.

bass!
"Do not worry."

"Mr. Sigmund~"

"Borg has already..."

"Get all the 'time' ready!"

Under Hexi's faint smile, Retru's eyes sparkled.

……

(End of this chapter)