Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 7: Superb Minister, Yamato Yudai

Judging from the situation of Wuju Jianshi.

The effect of the 'Art of Punishment' is very objective.

Based on Sharingan and using spiritual power as a means, it attacks the enemy's soul, heart, mind and other aspects.

Needless to say, dealing with the weak.

Even against the strong.

As a reborn person who has been born twice, Kitagawa Sora will not be afraid of anyone with his powerful spiritual power.

It is now 5 o'clock, and it is still in a state of continuous growth.

Waited until the back.

Even if he encounters Ochi Gekko, the 'spiritual assassin' in U17 who is famous for his strong mental power, Kitagawa Sora is confident and can win the battle.

Closer to home.

Standing in front of the Internet, after watching the tragic situation of Wuju Jianshi.

Kitagawa Sora glanced towards the referee's seat.

"what!"

"Please wait."

The deep gaze surprised the referee.

With his heart shaking, he quickly got off the referee's seat and ran towards Takeju Kenshi who was collapsed on the ground.

immediately.

After some pushing and beating with hands and feet.

Looking at Takei Takeshi who was still in a coma, the referee couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"What happened just now?"

"This is too miserable."

The murmur in my heart.

It didn't affect his movements.

Hastily shouted.

"Takeshi Takei, I can't fight."

"competition is over."

"Lord Kitagawa wins."

Looking back, I passed by the sky of Beichuan.

The eyes were full of fear and fear, mixed with flattery and admiration.

The man under the dusk seemed to be a great demon king from the abyss of hell.

It brought fear and nightmares to everyone in the tennis club.

What happened on the tennis court just now.

Naturally, it makes him feel scared.

however.

It is the nature of Neon people to worship the strong.

However, it was already his subconscious behavior to please Bei Chuankong.

And this moment.

The voice from the referee finally broke the silence on the sidelines.

"Nani, what just happened?"

"Wu Ju. Why did he collapse suddenly???"

"Damn it, it must be some damn brat who did it!"

"Is that guy really a human?"

"Devil, devil, how could we win."

obviously.

With their strength, they couldn't tell what exactly happened just now, but Takei Kenshi's tragic situation was truly obvious to all.

He's still unconscious now.

Not to mention the several hoarse screams just now.

The scream almost broke his throat.

There were also the distorted facial features, the miserable complexion, the bulging eyes that were about to explode, and the body that was trembling with fear.

It has all turned into a terrifying portrait, deeply engraved in everyone's hearts.

Unforgettable.

Right now, when I think about it, everyone can't help but tremble with fear.

That, is a nightmare.

however.

For them, the scariest thing is that this 'nightmare' is not over yet.

It is even possible that the next 'victim' is himself.

at this time.

The call from hell sounded again.

"Pick it up, next one."

brush!
next moment.

Everyone's complexions turned pale and distorted.

Looking up, his frightened eyes stared at the demon king standing under the dusk.

brush!
Another uniform movement.

With Bei Chuankong's racket finger, everyone subconsciously stepped back one after another.

Exposing Yamato Yudai and Ryuzaki Sumire.

at this time.

They couldn't care about anything else, they just thought about how to escape and survive from the big devil in front of them.

"Ok?"

Looking at the movements of this group of people, Kitagawa Sora said 'hmm' in confusion.

It was unexpected.

A monosyllabic modal particle.Once again, the group of tennis club members backed away in panic.

This time.

Even the real-character duo sitting next to them watching the show were speechless.

The real horns and big bones are covered with black lines.

He now realized how unbearable the tennis club led by Sumire Ryuzaki was.

And Zhenjiao Lingzi couldn't help but said.

"Uncle, is this a member of the tennis club?"

"No wonder Kitagawa-kun wants to reform the tennis club."

immediately.

The girl's eyes looked at Kitagawa Sora from afar.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions, including admiration, curiosity, understanding, doubt, surprise, and admiration.
Just over an hour passed.

Makoto Reiko got a truth.

——Kitagawa Sora.

——This boy is so special!

at this time.

Along with the dramatic scene in front of me.

The first-year group on the sidelines already understood that the victory belonging to the freshmen was already unstoppable.

They all looked at Kitagawa Sora with adoring eyes.

their god!

He was very happy, and he didn't hide it.

And the other side.

The stiff-faced Sumire Ryuzaki had lost her voice.

she knows.

He has completely failed.

This first-year freshman on the court.

Simply a monster.

Staring at the field, the figure of the great demon king galloping across the field, invincible and invincible, Sumire Ryuzaki's expression was a little dazed.

vaguely in between.

She seems to have time-traveled.

Back to the time when I first met that guy.

The same invincibility, the same unstoppable.

Talent beyond the mundane.

Bottomless strength.

The future cannot be explored to the limit.

"Another Nanjiro"

Whisper, murmur.

In Ryuzaki Sumire's voice, there was a bit of bitterness, a strong sense of unwillingness, and a complicated meaning.

She knew that she had met the same genius.

It's a pity that Kitagawa Sora doesn't belong to her this time.

The legendary samurai——Echizen Nanjiro.

For some reason, Ryuzaki Sumire missed her former disciple a little bit.

The guy who said he wanted to dominate the world, but disappeared quietly when he was about to take the last step.

Line of sight, back to the field.

Looking at Sumire Ryuzaki who was lost in memories.

Next to him, Yamato Yudai shook his head slightly and gave up the idea of ​​calling.

After looking at his right elbow.

There is a definite look in his eyes.

immediately.

A swipe.

Yamato Yuda straightened up, took off the school uniform he was wearing, and put it on the chair.

Then he took the tennis racket beside him in his hand.

Hold your head high, chest out, and walk towards the court.

Yamato Yudai wearing sunglasses.

Under this sunset and dusk, move forward indomitably.

Everyone loses, and that’s okay.

Everyone is scared, and that's okay.

It doesn't matter even though he knows that Kitagawa Sora can't be defeated.

Yamato Yudai only knew that he had to go on the field and fight with all his strength.

After all, he is the head player of Qingxue Tennis Club.

Whether it was his own heart or the responsibility of the head of the tennis department, he could not retreat.

Not to mention fleeing without a fight.

You know, when Yamato Yudai took over the position of director, he vowed to lead the Seigaku Tennis Club back to its glory.

Therefore.

brush!
Yamato Yuda suddenly raised his head and stared at Beichuan Sora.

The steps under his feet were sonorous and powerful.

The current Qingxue Tennis Club is holding on for the last time.

——Secretary of the Divine Stick, Yamato Yudai.

Participate in!

(End of this chapter)