Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 113: Another Dimension - Ghosts and Two Broken Strings

but.

Although the goal was achieved.

But it doesn't mean that we have to give up this goal.

Beichuan understands one thing very well.

Never underestimate anyone!

next moment.

Step on...

Beichuan did not retreat but advanced, sprinting towards the incoming ball.

At the same time, he closed his left eye.

There seemed to be a flash of black flame in his right eye.

at the same time.

The racket in his hand was also placed diagonally in front of him.

Wow!

A surging aura like an extreme black flame instantly rose from the racket-holding arm and the racket.

As it swayed, it seemed as if the void was burned and pierced through.

Chi Chi!

Stab~!

He suddenly braked, then rotated his right foot slightly, causing his body to rotate slightly sideways.

Boom~! ! !

next moment.

The tennis ball arrived violently with a huge shock wave.

"Ember Flame·Amaterasu!"

Beichuan shouted softly.

Time flies.

The racket in his hand hit the tennis ball with lightning speed.

boom! ! !

Another violent roar sounded.

call!

This was accompanied by a huge impact wave, rushing directly towards the opposite side.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Or has he already entered a state of arrogance and contempt for his opponent?"

"That's fine."

"Let this game end in such a simple and crushing manner."

“Perhaps, failure will make you sober…”

Onijushirou said a few words in a deep voice.

Simultaneously.

Waves of white-gray smoke rose up around him.

And during this period.

His figure also slowly appeared.

And it seemed as if it had been magnified countless times.

A black, purple, and red aura enveloped Onigijujiro's body.

The scarlet eyes are exceptionally clear.

this moment.

An inexplicable and strange feeling of oppression penetrates deep into everyone's soul.

The feeling of suffocation and horror soared with the secretion of adrenaline.

"finally coming?"

Watch these changes.

Beichuan stood there motionless, with a sunny smile slightly raised at the corner of his mouth.

There was a unique confidence glimmer in his eyes.

The next moment.

The figure in the smoke became clearer and clearer.

It was a tall, extremely terrifying existence.

The black and red aura covered its body like hellfire.

The flames on his shoulders were burning.

The horror was embodied in this second.

Without the slightest hesitation.

This figure, or perhaps Kijujiro, directly swung the racket in his hand.

however.

At the moment when the racket face and the tennis ball come into contact.

Onijūjiro paused.

The ghostly figure also dissipated with the wind and disappeared.

boom! ! !

Tsk tsk...

The tennis ball fell not far behind Onigi Jujiro in an instant as if there was no obstruction at all.

Amidst the huge roar.

The tennis ball spins at super high speed.

In the end, it seemed to be embedded in that deep pit.

"So... all the previous actions were just preparations for breaking the two strings of the cross beat."

"Beichuan, I admit you!"

Looking at the cross-beat with both strings broken in his hand, Kijujiro couldn't help but sigh.

"Head Coach Mifune."

"My mission is accomplished."

"I'll take my leave now."

Then he turned around and said a few words in a deep voice to Sanfen Nyudo, who had already drunk a thermos box of red water, and then walked down the mountain with the racket with broken strings.

There was no intention of continuing at all.

"..."

"I still prefer that brat from Byodoin."

Mifunerudo curled his lips and snorted coldly in dissatisfaction.

But having said that.

But he also understood that it was already extremely terrifying that Beichuan could achieve this.

The national posture pit professional existence.

Although Onigirijujiro let it go, the [ghosts and gods] from the other dimension were strangled to death in the cradle.

Just walked a few steps.

After hearing what Mifune Nyudo said.

Pause slightly.

"Byodoin..."

“It’s a bit like that.”

"However, compared to tyranny, gentleness is also very powerful!"

I couldn't help but sigh.

Then he left in a leisurely manner.

In his opinion, for the younger generation, appropriate pressure can promote growth and awakening.

But excessive.

It would only become the destruction he least wanted to see.

When Onijūjiro's figure completely disappeared among the grass and trees.

"Mifune-senpai?"

"Does this count as my victory?"

Beichuan withdrew his gaze and looked at Mifune Nyudo with a smile, who was still trying to pour out a few drops of red water.

"Win, win."

"You guys ate all the eagles clean. They've probably turned into fertilizer now."

"What can I do if I continue to pursue the matter?"

Rolled his eyes.

Mifune replied directly and cheerfully.

Then he put down the empty bottle in his hand and rubbed his hands a little awkwardly.

"Is there any more of this thing?"

"I want to save some."

“Of course, price is not an issue.”

After licking his lips, Mifune Nyudo asked again.

It is true that Chishui wine is much better than any other wine in the past.

Not only did I not feel any stomach discomfort.

I even felt much more comfortable.

As for the taste, although it is not as good as alcohol, after years of drinking, the taste buds have long degenerated to a very poor level.

This can be completely ignored.

"Are you sure you want more?"

"Once confirmed, no returns!"

Beichuan smiled very warmly.

"Of course."

Without any hesitation, Mifunerudo nodded and answered.

It was as if he was afraid that Beichuan would say that there was no more.

Here are the people from Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School.

"This senior...Isn't he crazy?"

"That Chishui thing is so hard to drink..."

Touching his bald head, Jackal Sangyuan muttered in confusion.

"I'm more worried about whether Senior Mifune can pay it."

"A bottle of Chishui costs $10,000. That's the cost, plus shipping and so on."

"Given Junior Beichuan's temperament, it would probably cost him $20,000 to buy a bottle."

"I've already drunk eleven bottles. If I get another box, that would be ten bottles..."

Adjusting his glasses, Yagyu Hiroshi said softly.

"Twenty-one bottles in total, the minimum price is $210,000. If it's in medium condition, it can reach at least $420,000."

"If converted into Japanese yen."

"Head Coach Mifune is likely to go bankrupt."

Yanagi Renji concluded.

"Junior Beichuan is so dark..."

For a while.

Marui Bunta, Sanada Genichirō, and Yukimura Seiichi sighed softly.

At the same time, he also silently mourned for Mifunerudo.

It is really pitiful that people go bankrupt because of their greed in old age.