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

Chapter 654: Multitasking, Failure in the Pursuit of Fame and Fortune

next moment.

Beichuan raised his eyebrows slightly, then whispered to Lu Jingwu: "But if it's just like this, it's not enough~"

Immediately, the moment the words fell, Beichuan's eyes became extremely sharp, like two unsheathed swords, piercing Lu Jingwu's heart.

The whole person was filled with an indescribable vast aura, which was like an unfathomable ocean, making people afraid.

In an instant, the terrifying pressure fell directly on Lu Jingwu.

At the same time, waves of dust and smoke gradually rose around Beichuan.

Faintly, a figure walked slowly out from among them.

A pair of eyes flashing red, silver-white armor stained with blood, a long sword with a cold and sharp light, the sound of heart-wrenching footsteps, and the wailing sounds of endless wandering souls.

Rippling...like the sound of a sword, a flash of clear light suddenly appears.

"Another dimension—Gravekeeper!"

Beneath Beichuan's emotionless voice, Lu Jingwu's eyes reflected a huge figure that made him tremble.

【He should be executed! 】

It was as if the sound of the underworld was slowly coming, and a long sword with a cold light was about to pierce Lu Jingwu directly.

Looking at such a ball, or such a sword, Lu Jingwu's expression was extremely solemn.

The shadow behind him began to change rapidly, and in a flash, two figures strode out from the waves.

One held a sword, the blade of which flashed with a cold light; the other held a knife, the blade exuding a bloodthirsty aura.

At the same time, Lu Jingwu launched a fierce attack.

boom!

Accompanied by a series of collision sounds, this time Lu Jingwu obviously felt stronger than before.

However, after all, he is a battle-hardened player who has reached the top 30 of the ATP rankings. Even though he is not a power-type or a defensive counterattack-type, he still shows amazing reaction and skills.

The next second, there was the sound of swords and the flash of swords.

The tennis ball returned in a mighty manner along the same route, speeding towards Beichuan on the opposite side.

"Coach Lu's other-dimensional statue doesn't seem to be those weapons. His figure hasn't changed, only the weapon in his hand has. What a wonderful control ability!"

Beichuan looked at the ball, and an expression of increasing interest appeared on the corner of his mouth.

As he came into contact with Lu Jingwu, he gradually got to know each other better.

The so-called several statues of gods from different dimensions are actually one statue of gods from different dimensions divided into multiple ones, and then using different skills to achieve multiple different statues of gods from different dimensions.

This is how this strange existence came to light.

The visual impact alone is enough to make the other person feel a little uneasy and fearful.

However, this power ultimately has its limits.

After all, they are not completely different statues from other dimensions like Beichuan.

In addition, if you multitask for a long time, your attention, insight, and reaction ability will be reduced to a certain extent.

In other words, players like Lu Jingwu cannot engage in a protracted battle with professional players of the same level.

With a hint of curiosity, Beichuan began to increase his power.

Following Beichuan's behavior, both sides continued to swing their rackets.

The tennis ball is filled with power and is becoming more and more terrifying, like a nuclear bomb that can explode at any time and anywhere.

Every time they hit the ball, it was accompanied by a loud noise and a strong air wave, and the entire stadium trembled slightly under the impact of their power.

This tennis match has become a peak contest of strength and skill, wisdom and courage.

The sultry air seemed to freeze, and the Sydney Stadium was filled with a tense atmosphere.

At this seemingly ordinary moment, a slight noise broke the brief silence. Lu Jingwu suddenly woke up as if struck by an electric current. His body trembled slightly unconsciously, and his eyes were full of shock and horror.

"Captain Beichuan's ability to control his strength is truly terrifying."

Lu Jingwu muttered to himself, his voice filled with unconcealable amazement.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the calm figure opposite him, his mind constantly recalling the fierce battle scene just now.

"Although I'm at a master's level, my ability to improve from the beginning to now, time after time, would probably make even a top-10 ATP master's professional player nervous."

He spoke softly, his forehead already covered with dense beads of cold sweat. The sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto his sportswear, leaving dark marks.

At this moment, Lu Jingwu felt helpless.

Just as Beichuan guessed, he was not a player who was good at long battles. Under the high-intensity confrontation, his physical strength and energy were rapidly consumed.

But on the other hand, Beichuan on the opposite side is like a perpetual motion machine that never gets tired, continuously and efficiently outputting.

Not only that, Beichuan seemed to be intentionally controlling his own strength and did not use all his strength to launch a crushing attack. This vague sense of oppression made Lu Jingwu feel suffocated.

However, the master level has finally reached a terrifying level.

Even if Kitagawa just maintained the same force, as time went on, an ordinary tennis ball would not be able to withstand such a strong impact.

Not to mention that now, two master players with completely different personalities, tennis styles, etc. are competing against each other.

At this moment, the game has turned into a thrilling Russian roulette, with every shot full of unknowns and dangers.

In an instant, Lu Jingwu's face showed an expression of emotion and helplessness. He took a deep breath and spoke loudly.

"I give up this round."

The sound echoed in the empty stadium, carrying a hint of unwillingness and relief.

It is obvious that Lu Jingwu does not want to gamble. Whether he is unlucky or Beichuan is unlucky, the final benefits to him will only be negative.

He was originally seeking an opportunity to make further progress, and he didn't want to let his efforts go to waste because of a momentary impulse.

next moment.

The racket in his hand seemed to be destroyed in an instant by an invisible force, and it exploded into pieces, with fragments flying in all directions.

The sound of the ball breaking was particularly harsh in the silent arena. It was obvious that if he had been a little slower, this ball would have caused him serious damage.

However, even though he admitted defeat in time, Lu Jingwu was still implicated.

Under this powerful shock wave, his body shook uncontrollably, and he staggered and finally sat down on the ground.

Lu Jingwu sat on the ground in a mess, looking at the broken racket and the tennis ball that seemed to be still trembling slightly, feeling mixed emotions.

In the end, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, his eyes full of complicated emotions. At this moment, he deeply felt the outrageous strength of Beichuan.

Afterwards, the two chatted briefly.

Lu Jingwu slowly stood up, dusted himself off, and turned to leave.

His back looked a little lonely and gradually became blurred in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Beichuan stood quietly there, watching the other person's departing back, a slight smile of interest on the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with excitement.

Then, he glanced at the Byodoin Phoenix next to him and thought to himself that at this moment he seemed to have guessed what kind of chemical reaction would occur in the next game between Byodoin Phoenix and Lu Jingwu.

After all, judging from the previous battle, Lu Jingwu's condition and strength are difficult to compete with the Equality Court Phoenix, and it is obvious that he will lose the game.

I just don’t know how Byodoin Phoenix will win the game. Thinking of this, Kitagawa’s eyes are full of anticipation.

Then he withdrew his gaze and led the Swiss U-17 team away from the smoke-filled field.