usatvline Chapter 847: Unstoppable Counterattack
Chapter 847: Unstoppable Counterattack
Chapter 847: Unstoppable Counterattack
"Looking at his confident look, he must have some special skills, right?"
"I think his strength is definitely extraordinary, otherwise how could he be so confident?"
"Yeah, I think he's amazing too. His aura is so strong!"
These whispers rose and fell among the crowd, and it seemed that everyone was full of curiosity and anticipation about Echizen Ryoma.
More viewers sincerely admired Ryoma Echizen's extraordinary strength.
The praises were like waves, continuous and filled with admiration and worship for this talented young man.
"Wow, he's really amazing!"
"This technique, this strength, is simply genius!"
"I have never seen such a great player. He will definitely win the competition!"
Some spectators even stood up excitedly, waving flags and banners to cheer for Echizen Ryoma.
Their faces were filled with excitement and anticipation, as if they had already foreseen the exciting match that was about to take place.
On the spacious, bright and warm tennis court, the crowd surged like a tide.
Everyone opened their mouths so wide that it looked as if a fist could be stuffed in.
Their eyes were wide open, as if their eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, and their eyes were full of shock, astonishment and disbelief.
They simply couldn't believe their eyes. This seemingly immature first-grade boy in front of them actually possessed such terrifying strength and jaw-dropping reaction speed!
Generally speaking, students in the first year of junior high school are still growing up ignorantly on campus. They have only a little knowledge of academics and are just starting out in sports. They are just groping their way forward through some basic exercises.
However, the Echizen Ryoma in front of him completely broke this conventional perception.
The power he displayed on the court was beyond imagination. Every swing of the racket was like a thunderous force. The tennis ball was like a cannonball, whizzing past with a fierce momentum. The speed and power were so fast that the opponent had no time to make an effective reaction.
What’s even more amazing is his reaction speed, which is extremely fast!
No matter how tricky the angle of the opponent's shot is, or how the ball suddenly changes its path, he can make an accurate judgment in an instant, move to the best hitting position at lightning speed, and then give the opponent a fatal blow with thunderous force.
Amid the uproar, the crowd's exclamations, discussions, and cheers intertwined together to form a huge wave of sound that seemed to overturn the entire stadium.
Ryoma Echizen stood on the court, his signature expression still on his face, a faint look with a hint of disdain yet immense confidence.
His eyes were focused and determined, like a deep lake, calm yet containing endless power, and were not affected by the noise around him at all.
He seemed to be isolated from the world, as if there was an invisible barrier between him and the world outside the game.
This barrier blocks out all external interference, allowing him to completely immerse himself in his own tennis world without distraction.
He held the racket casually with both hands, and the racket in his hands was like a part of his body, so natural.
His fingers flexibly adjusted the grip of the racket, and he seemed to know every detail of the racket.
His body leaned forward slightly, his feet firmly rooted on the ground, as solid as a mountain.
With his knees slightly bent, this posture allows him to maintain balance while also allowing him to burst out with powerful strength in an instant, ready to meet the next challenge at any time.
That posture was like that of a battle-hardened general who could remain calm even in the face of thousands of troops on a battlefield.
Every movement he made seemed so calm and unhurried, without any panic.
His eyes revealed an absolute confidence, as if everything was under his control, whether it was the opponent's attack or the situation of the game.
Suddenly, Ryoma Echizen's figure was like a silver lightning, leaving a shadow in the air.
His speed was so fast that it was dazzling, as if he had instantly crossed the limitations of space.
His movements were as natural and smooth as flowing water, without any delay or hesitation.
The afterimage was like a mysterious track he left behind, making it impossible for people's eyes to keep up with his speed.
In a flash, he arrived at where the ball landed like lightning.
His movements were as fast as lightning and so agile that it seemed as if he had teleported, as if time had completely lost its effect on him.
As he moved, everything around him became blurry as if the fast-forward button had been pressed.
Only his agile figure was shining clearly, like the brightest star in the night sky.
Each of his steps was precise and powerful, and each turn was smooth and natural, as if they had been carefully rehearsed countless times, without the slightest delay or hesitation.
When he finally reached the point where the ball landed, his body quickly and accurately adjusted to the best position for hitting the ball.
His eyes were like those of a hawk, fixed on the tennis ball, as if he wanted to see through it.
He raised his arm slightly, and the racket drew a graceful arc in the air, like a meteor across the sky at night, ready to give his opponent a fatal blow.
At this moment, the entire stadium fell silent, as if time had stopped.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Ryoma Echizen as if attracted by a magnet, waiting for him to create the next miracle.
At this moment, time seemed to be frozen and everything became extremely slow.
Ryoma Echizen's body leaned forward slightly, his feet firmly rooted in the ground, and his whole body exuded an unparalleled concentration and confidence.
His eyes were like the deep night sky, with bright stars twinkling in them, revealing an unshakable determination.
His eyes were like lasers, fixed on the tennis ball bouncing high in the air, as if this tiny tennis ball was the whole meaning of his life.
At this moment, the only thing left in Ryoma Echizen's world was the tennis ball.
He swung the racket in his hand without hesitation, and the racket drew a black lightning in the air and rushed forward at an astonishing speed.
The friction between the racket and the air produced a sharp whistling sound, like the roar of an enraged beast, and the sound was full of shocking power.
His arm muscles tensed up in an instant, and every muscle was as hard as steel. It was a manifestation of the explosive power accumulated from his long-term hard training.
The force gathered in his arms and then transferred to the tennis ball through the racket, causing the tennis ball to fly out like a cannonball.
As the racket was swung, a powerful force instantly erupted like a surging tide.
This power seemed to come from a powerful energy deep in his body, which was continuously transmitted from his arms to the racket, and then through the racket to the tennis ball.
This power not only contains his desire for victory, but also his deep love for tennis.
All I heard was a loud bang, and the sound was like a thunderbolt in a clear sky, deafening, as if it would break through the clouds and reach the sky.
The sound echoed throughout the entire stadium for a long time, moving everyone present.
The sound was like a cry from deep within his heart, a release of his desire for victory and his love for tennis.
Then, people watched the tennis ball fly back at lightning speed like a cannonball.
When the tennis ball is flying, it leaves behind a series of dreamlike phantoms in the air due to its extremely fast speed, as if it is dragging a gorgeous tail.
The tail was flashing with colorful light, as if it was made up of countless stars, making people dizzy.
Accompanied by a loud bang, the entire ground began to shake violently as if there was a small earthquake.
The trembling seemed to be in amazement at the power of the tennis ball, and also seemed to be cheering for his victory.
The dust on the ground was like a swarm of disturbed bees. Under the huge impact force, it fled and flew around frantically.
They seemed to be cast under a spell and quickly gathered into a huge cloud of dust, like a ferocious beast, pouncing towards the sky with fangs and claws.
The dust in the sky was like a thick curtain, covering the entire stadium tightly.
The sunlight was completely blocked, and the stadium suddenly became dim and dark, as if entering a chaotic world.
In this chaos, Ryoma Echizen's tall figure stood out.
He was breathing slightly, his chest rising and falling rhythmically, but his eyes were like burning flames, still flashing with determination.
It was as if the shocking blow just now was just an easy game for him.
The audience around were completely stunned by this scene.
Some of them opened their mouths so wide that they seemed able to fit an egg in; some opened their eyes so wide that their eyeballs almost popped out; others seemed to be frozen in place, not moving at all, as if time had stopped at this moment.
The trees outside the stadium were trembling under the huge impact, and the leaves were falling like frightened children.
They were spinning in the air, as if they were also marveling at Ryoma Echizen's powerful blow.
The whole world seemed to have stopped at this moment because of Ryoma Echizen's attack, leaving only the dust in the air and the shock that lingered in people's hearts.
"Damn it! I can't intercept a counterattack like that!"
Nagashiro Kimura looked at the tennis ball that was rushing towards him like a meteor with horror on his face, his heart filled with despair and fear.
He opened his eyes wide, staring at the tennis ball that was getting closer and closer, as if he could see the enormous power contained in it.
His body began to tremble involuntarily, and the racket in his hand was unconsciously clenched due to excessive tension.
However, he was well aware that in the face of such a powerful force, all his efforts seemed so insignificant, as ridiculous as a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Just when Kimute Nagashiro felt helpless, suddenly, a firm and powerful voice came from behind him: "Leave it to me!"
This voice was like a ray of light in the darkness, giving Kide Nagashiro a glimmer of hope.
Tokugawa Kazuya's eyes were like burning flames, fixed on the flying tennis ball.
He knew very well that Longma and Xiaojin's strength was far beyond their imagination and was not as simple as it seemed.
Faced with such a powerful enemy, Tokugawa Kazuya decided not to hold back any more and to go all out!
In an instant, all of Tokugawa Kazuya's senses were stimulated to the extreme, and every cell in his body seemed to be ignited, full of vitality and strength.
His brain worked as fast as a supercomputer, and in just a few seconds, he accurately calculated where the tennis ball would land.
Immediately afterwards, Tokugawa Kazuya rushed out without hesitation like an arrow.
He was as fast as lightning, and the ground beneath his feet even kicked up some debris due to his explosive power.
His physical fitness is perfect, whether it is strength, agility or endurance, they are all at the top level.
In terms of speed, he has unique talents and accomplishments, which makes it effortless for him to chase the tennis ball.
However, despite this, he knew in his heart that Echizen Ryoma's strength should not be underestimated.
Especially when the opponent uses that powerful light ball again, I'm afraid it won't be something that can be solved by speed alone.
At that time, he might only be able to use his last trick, which was his trump card that he had always kept hidden.
However, Tokugawa Kazuya was full of confidence in himself.
He firmly believed that his strength and experience were enough to cope with any challenge. Even if facing a strong enemy like Echizen Ryoma, he was confident that he could defeat him.
Tokugawa Kazuya rushed towards the tennis ball like a black lightning.
He was so fast that it seemed as if he could cross the entire court in an instant.
His eyes were like those of an eagle, fixed tightly on the tennis ball flying in the air, as if he wanted to see through its surface and see its internal structure and movement trajectory.
Just as he was about to touch the tennis ball, Ryoma Echizen suddenly let out a chuckle.
There seemed to be a hint of provocation in that laughter, which made Tokugawa Kazuya's heart tighten.
"Senior, do you think you can catch my ball so easily? It's not that simple." Echizen Ryoma's voice clearly reached Tokugawa Kazuya's ears.
Before he finished speaking, Echizen Ryoma shook his wrist lightly, and the tennis ball that was originally flying towards Tokugawa Kazuya suddenly changed its trajectory in the air as if it was cast under magic.
It no longer flew straight towards Tokugawa Kazuya, but turned lightly to the other corner of the court like a nimble butterfly.
This sudden change was like a bolt from the blue, and Tokugawa Kazuya was slightly stunned.
However, he was an experienced player after all. He came to his senses in an instant, quickly adjusted his direction, and rushed towards the rapidly flying tennis ball like an arrow.