Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 453: Master’s style, no martial ethics

Call ~
wow~~~
"Wow~"

"This is the legendary devil~"

"So handsome~"

"Ahhh~~~"

in the crowd on the sidelines.

It can be said that it was the first time for Shiba Saori to see Kitagawa Sora in a formal match. She looked like a peach blossom and her cheeks were red with embarrassment.

Small hearts appeared in the eyes that turned into silver crescent moons.

In the coquettish and intoxicated state, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at Kitagawa Sora without moving or reserved.

The whole conspicuous posture and appearance are eye-catching.

Mamoru Inoue, who was standing next to her, naturally had to be taken care of. Under the influence of Shiba Saori, he enjoyed the baptism of eyes and attention.

And obviously.

Such a "harmonious and loving" scene made Inoue Mamoru look frozen.

Unable to bear it any longer, he took two deep breaths and then spoke out as a reminder.

"Chi~"

"How much do you restrain yourself~"

"And shouldn't your focus be on their strength and competition~"

"The legendary warrior and the legendary demon king."

"It can be said to be a duel between the two strongest tennis players now."

"Why are you just looking at 'handsome'?"

Seeing Shiba Saori's completely unrestrained look, Inoue Mamoru looked shameless and had a headache.

I want to guide and persuade, but I don’t know how to continue speaking.

Bai·Inoue Mamoru has kind eyebrows, kind eyes, serious words and a cheerful smile.

"Xiao Zhi~"

"Although I also know that Kitagawa-kun is very handsome, but you can't be like this~"

Kuro Inoue Mamoru, eyes blazing, teeth and claws bared, roaring and roaring.

"Chi!"

"The one who appears in front of you now is the legendary samurai——Echizen Nanjiro-senpai!!!"

And outside the journalist duo.

It was a group of people divided into two groups.

The little ones who didn't understand much were confused and kept talking.

"Eh~"

"Why did the ball fly suddenly just now?"

"What about 'being light and heavy'..."

"It feels so mysterious~"

"Ahhh~~~"

"Damn~ It gives me a headache~"

"Can I still play tennis well!!!"

As for the people who understood the true meaning, they were sometimes shocked, sometimes serious, sometimes staring, and sometimes sighing with emotion.

"Whoo~"

"He is truly a legendary samurai!"

"As expected of Beichuan~"

"I can only say that it is truly a duel between these two people~"

ok~
Really worthy~
A group of people are complaining about being confused, and a group of people are lamenting Youyou.

Some people are simply watching the game, while others are absorbing nutrients and gaining gains from the game.

And in such a turbulent atmosphere.

The third round of the game has begun.

Seeing the extraordinary Sora Kitagawa and the lazy and frivolous Nanjiro Echizen taking their respective positions.

I saw the mustard-yellow ball rising straight into the sky.

I saw a strong wind blowing across.

hum~
At that moment, a dazzling light suddenly shone.

"coming!"

"The trial is over!"

"Are we going to start taking action now?"

This moment.

Inside the barbed wire fence, on the tennis court that attracted everyone's attention, following Sora Kitagawa's movements, a golden light bloomed, causing the whole place to shake.

For a moment, amid the low shouts, everyone couldn't help but stare.

They all know.

Next, they will witness a real gluttonous feast.

——Legendary samurai!
VS
——The legendary devil!

……

"Oh~"

"It's time to start meeting Zhenzhang~"

Echizen Nanjiro, who was casually standing on the left half of the court, looked at the changes in Kitagawa Sora on the opposite side, and he also cheered up a little amid Yuyou's laughter.

Then~
brush!
Hold the shot and move suddenly.

On the right half of the field, the wind was howling and the momentum was rushing.

There was a loud bang, and Kitagawa Sora jumped up slightly, swung his arm and pressed hard, and buckled the tennis racket inwards.

Accurate, ferocious, and powerful.

The terrifying arrogance and power, carried by a golden stream of light, went straight to the left half of the field.

And under this ball~
That scarlet glow.

That dazzling light.

That dazzling golden light.

It also made many people on the sidelines brighten their eyes.

"The first shot is a light ball with SSS point~"

"Sure enough, it is indeed Beichuan."

"It is indeed Kitagawa's style to say hello by hitting the ball with light."

Hearing this, the corners of mouths and eyebrows of many people present could not help but outline a arc, and it was obvious that they had thought of many scenes.

Let's say hello by hitting the ball with light~
SSS, sweet spot technology, the best hitting point.

"Tsk~"

"Youth~"

"Good job~"

He smiled lightly and said aloud.

Above the left half.

Echizen Nanjiro, who casually twirled the tennis racket in his hand and ran forward, quickly arrived on the path of the ball under the gaze of many people.

Then~
In his lazy posture, he casually swung the racket.

shuh~
Bang!
A slightly soft and off-key voice sounded.

Echizen Nanjiro had just finished grabbing his butt, and the tennis racket he swung out had accurately caught a small mustard-yellow ball that was rubbing and struggling wildly.

"Hey~"

"Go back~"

The words were still casual, and he was still casual, and he hit the ball back from Kitagawa Sora.

Even 'light shots' are no exception.

咻叏~
There was a scream, and everyone outside the venue looked in shock.

The dazzling brilliance spread out like stars, and with Echizen Nanjiro raising his hand to flick the racket, the tennis ball took off again and flew through the air.

"Hey hey hey~"

"Are you so outrageous?"

"Is that really a light ball just now?"

Kirihara Akaya, who was staring straight at Echizen Nanjiro, couldn't help but murmur slightly when he saw such a shameless 'light shot'.

On the right half.

Beichuan Kong moves with his shot.

Kitagawa Sora didn't feel the slightest surprise about the "light ball"'s crazy failure, and his expression remained the same.

After all, this man's name is Echizen Nanjiro.

And~
maybe~
It’s more than just hitting the ball~
In the slight thought in his heart, Kitagawa Sora's movements did not stop.

Without any sloppiness or hesitation, Kitagawa Sora jumped up and swung the ball swiftly to meet the ball.

Swah——

The bulging granite muscles, the suddenly condensed scarlet gaze, and the halo of the immortal human body shining directly.

There was also a cold shout from Beichuan Kong.

"Solution!"

"Residual fire sword!"

In the command of the swastika, only the light flickered and the spiritual light bloomed.

On Kitagawa Sora's body, there was a flash of red, gradually spreading and converging on the tennis racket that was swinging at extremely fast speeds.

Then~
With a bang, it burst into flames.

"north!"

"Ash of heaven and earth!"

Boom!
boom!
huh~
Amidst the explosion-like sound, Kitagawa Sora, who had reached his thoughts, directly swastika-dispelled the residual fire sword and used the most powerful move - 'Ashes of Heaven and Earth'.

The scarlet Sharingan sees weaknesses.

The dense immortal body blessing power.

The residual fire sword of the swastika slashed with great speed.

A scream broke through the air, and beneath the slightly harsh sound, there were ripples in everyone's hearts.

The violent wind and air waves that spread and swept across, the sense of oppression pressing against the face, and the clearly visible energy storm.

Everything reflects the fierceness of the battle on the tennis court.

They were all clearly telling them that Kitagawa Sora's attack should not be underestimated.

It's a pity that many people began to think about the past "Ashes of Heaven and Earth", and in the next second, their expressions were stagnant.

shuh~
There was a long sound, the sound of a tennis racket being swung.

boom!
There was a crisp sound, the sound of a tennis racket colliding with a tennis ball.

咻叏~
There was a scream, the sound of a mustard-yellow ball flying through the air.And then~
It was the murmurings of many people, who were shocked and heartbroken.

"This is..."

"Call back?"

There is no doubt that on the tennis court, facing Sora Kitagawa's "Ashes of Heaven and Earth", Echizen Nanjiro is still the same as before.

Following the trajectory, it feels like imitation and repetition.

One steps forward to jump, one takes the position to trigger the shot, and the other swings casually.

Then~
That fierce attack was like seeing a little bear with sweet golden honey, and was easily tamed by Echizen Nanjiro, who had no master's style.

The yellow stream of light flying towards the right half of the field is the best proof.

However~
At this moment.

Looking at the left half of the field, there is a somewhat slovenly and unkempt uncle, who likes to hold his buttocks and put his hands on his hips. His clothes are loose and his hair is messy. There is no seriousness or nervousness on his face.

Gradually.

A word of wisdom grows in the hearts of everyone.

——Maybe~
——This is also a kind of master style~
"Hmm~"

"Let's talk~"

"This is a special case~"

"You can still do some research~"

On the sidelines, watching the game, Kanata Irie touched his chin, his eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but think about it.

as an actor.

Irie Kanata, who insists on devoting his life to his own drama, can't help but want to study Echizen Nanjiro.

This slightly special 'master style'.

It seems to make his disguise more plump and perfect~
……

And just when Irie Kanata began to learn from Echizen Nanjiro's master style.

On the tennis court.

The match between Kitagawa Sora and Echizen Nanjiro became more and more exciting.

Call ~
Bang!
boom!
peng!

Boom!
咻叏~~
Boom~~~
The sound of explosions occurred one after another, shaking the void.

The raging wind turned into a tornado, driving the air flow upward in a spiral.

Wave after wave of air, amidst the mist of smoke and dust flying in all directions, washed away in all directions.

The tennis racket that was swinging at a very fast speed left many afterimage traces.

The destructive brilliance that bloomed straight away also attracted the gaze of everyone outside the venue.

Under that terrifying sense of oppression, there was a surging energy storm.

What shocked the whole audience was the many skills that appeared one after another under Sora Kitagawa's tennis racket.

……

hum~
Swah——

Bang!
There was a crisp sound, and there was a ball of light that was speeding across the sky.

Under Beichuan Kong's crescent moon strike, there was a stream of light that had a vague phantom color.

Faintly, in the breeze, there were pieces of pink cherry blossom petals, dancing and falling in the wind.

The art of illusion.

Beginning to understand——Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in the Water!
urin~
……

puff~
boom!
Under the sound of explosions, there was a sudden arrival of the world of ice crystals, a sudden appearance of frost storms, and violent winds and tornadoes.

The breath of winter's wrath is already coming with the storm.

Divine flow——

Frost is destroyed and changed!
bass!
Under the fierce charge, Kitagawa Kong, who stepped hard on the ground, leaped diagonally forward in front of everyone's attention.

The tennis racket with a faint blue glow in his hand is so dazzling.

……

hum~
Amidst the buzzing, a fiery energy storm swept through.

On the tennis court, under Sora Kitagawa's sudden swing, the rapid and violent air waves began to spread and surge.

In an instant, it seemed as if a round of scorching sun appeared in front of Bei Chuankong and flew up.

Boom!
boom!
Boom! !
Light hitting, second phase.

——Yanyang!
……

hum~
The buzzing sound echoed again.

The tennis court that attracted so much attention seemed to darken all of a sudden under the attention of everyone outside the court.

The lost brilliance, the darkened world.

There is also the bright full moon that is extremely conspicuous.

In the dark and gloomy night, a full moon on a jade plate rose quietly.

Hidden within it is the attack and killing from the night, the raging from the 'power of darkness'.

It was a very fast corner kick from Sora Kitagawa.

Dark shot, second phase.

——Dark Moon!
……

Sharingan, Sage Body, Divine Style, Mirror Flower, Suigetsu, residual fire sword, light ball, dark ball, Ice Mystery: White Heron, Fire Mystery: Star Flame...

Skills one after another, appeared in the hands of Sora Beichuan.

Colorful colors dotted the entire tennis court, exaggerating the variety of the third round.

Recall.

The last fight seemed to be the same scene.

However, there is a slight difference.

Echizen Nanjiro could clearly feel that at this moment, Kitagawa Sora's power was completely different even if he used the same skills.

The power of a single skill.

Cooperation between different skills.

Tactical and psychological matching.

Plus a little inspiration from time to time.

that's it.

Under Sora Kitagawa's constant and fierce offensive, the situation in the third round gradually became more delicate.

On the scoreboard, the scores kept changing.

15-0，15-15，30-15。

Until...40-15.

……

"嘁~"

"Teens~"

"A little bit ungrateful~"

"How dare you bully me like this, a bad old man~"

On the tennis court, under the mustard-yellow ball that was flying again, were two people who started moving again.

Above the left half.

Looking at the flashing tennis ball flying towards him again, Echizen Nanjiro curled his lips in annoyance.

It seemed that Kitagawa Souna was annoyed by his non-stop offensive.

Therefore.

step~
brush~
With one step, Echizen Nanjiro's figure suddenly moved.

In a pair of widened eyes, Echizen Nanjiro suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared.

Nanjiro Echizen was in the backcourt a moment ago.

The next moment it appeared in the air.

That's right, in the air.

The figure flashing in the air appeared in front of the menacing shining golden ball.

Immediately, Echizen Nanjiro raised his eyebrows, grinned, and the tennis racket in his hand was already shot out.

"Eat me!"

"Hehehe~~~"

The smiling Echizen Nanjiro made everyone exclaim again in the next second.

Swah——

peng!

huh~
wow~~~
"This is!"

"Extremely fast!!"

"Advanced Mysteries!!!"

bass!
On the right half of the court, while someone outside the court exclaimed, Kitagawa Sora's eyes narrowed slightly.

When Kitagawa Sora's eyes regained their depth, there was a 'pop' sound in his ears.

Ta-ta~dong~du~
Amid the sound, Kitagawa Sora's movements stopped abruptly and he looked ahead.

In his sight, in front of his body, was a pale yellow spherical shadow that was gradually dimming and about to disappear.

Behind Kitagawa Sora, above and below the barbed wire, there was a new ball mark, and a mustard-yellow ball that gradually stopped bouncing and rolling.

obviously.

Echizen Minamijiro, who was on the offensive, scored the goal just now.

Under Yakutsu's voice, the game score was changed to 40-30.

Call ~
The wind blows and the hair flutters.

In the deep and calm sight, there was Kitagawa Sora's faint whisper.

"'Air Flash' and 'Stay Photo'..."

Extreme speed, advanced secrets, 'air flash' and 'photography'.

One pole is moving speed, and the other pole is ball speed.

"It really is……"

"'The sword is not old' ah~"

"Nanjiro-senpai~"

Jokes and jokes echoed in Beichuan Kong's mouth.

Looking at Echizen Nanjiro opposite, who laughed casually without any image management, Kitagawa Sora seemed to feel it.

I feel my blood starting to boil~
bass!
"But~"

"The score of this round~"

"I'm making an appointment!"

……

(End of this chapter)