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

Chapter 721 Beichuan-style black battle axe, the acquisition of talent never depends on strength

"Not bad."

Beichuan smiled faintly, with a hint of approval in his tone.

"Then it's time for strength."

"If it's power..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang and an extremely terrifying aura suddenly appeared above the court.

It was an extremely oppressive existence, as if a sleeping dragon was awakened and roared as if it was going to tear the world apart.

Then, Beichuan's entire body was filled with a liquid-like aura, a feeling of oppression that could not be described in words.

God's grace is like the sea, and his power is like a mountain. His figure seems to have transformed into the god himself, standing between heaven and earth.

Swish!

He suddenly raised his head and then jumped up, his movements clean and neat without any delay.

The racket in his hand was swung out quickly with an afterimage, and a hole seemed to be torn in the air.

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boom!

"Black Jack Knife!"

He paused for a moment, then held the racket with both hands, twisted his body, and hit the tennis ball with great force.

In an instant, the tennis ball seemed to be shrouded in a black and red aura, as if it had turned into an extremely sharp battle axe, drawing a smooth arc and charging towards the opposite side.

Just like the sharp blade of a battle axe, it will cut off everything in front of it, break through all obstacles, and bring them to nothingness.

There is no doubt that this is the power that can be best reflected by the skills of Onijujiro, who is considered the representative of power.

Of course, this does not mean that Beichuan itself is weak.

Seeing this, Ralph Reinhardt immediately prepared to swing his racket backhand to hit the ball back. However, the moment the racket in his hand made contact with the tennis ball, a horrifying scene appeared before his eyes.

The tennis ball encountered almost no obstruction, as if it had hit a layer of window paper, and in the blink of an eye it passed through the hole on the face of the racket.

Then, behind Ralph Reinhardt, another massive roar erupted. Dust flew, air surged, and the original red clay and artificial turf were lifted and splattered. Even the underlying plastic was instantly charred.

In the center, a tattered tennis ball was spinning wildly, emitting wisps of smoke and a smell like burnt plastic that filled the entire court.

In an instant, the whole audience was in an uproar.

0-30!

Beichuan scored again.

Ralph Reinhardt looked down at the broken racket in his hand and his still shaking arm.

His face was slightly pale, but his eyes became deeper.

At this moment, he finally understood why Kintaro Toyama, Ryoma Echizen, and Nanjiro Echizen had said those meaningful words before the game.

Because - they already knew that facing such an opponent, even if they tried their best, it would be in vain.

"It's just like a demon!"

If Kitagawa had taken it seriously from the beginning, Ralph Reinhardt would not have had the slightest chance.

At this moment, Beichuan looked calm, with one hand in his trouser pocket. He stood there casually, but he exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

But now, Kitagawa has the idea of ​​training Ralph Reinhardt.

This is also a great luck for Ralph Reinhardt.

"but."

Ralph Reinhardt suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but exceptionally clear on the court.

"Superheroes are also the best at defeating demons!"

Ralph Reinhardt said with a chuckle, his tone a bit provocative but also mixed with a hint of confidence.

He raised his racket and tapped the ground lightly, making a dull sound, as if beating the drum for the upcoming contest.

Then, he said to Beichuan with a smile on his face:

"You, a master, actually chose me, a top professional, as a stepping stone. Aren't you overestimating me?"

His tone was relaxed, but his eyes were fixed on the other person, like a hunter staring at his prey, unwilling to miss any subtle changes.

Hearing this, Beichuan smiled slightly and asked back, his tone calm but with unquestionable power.

"What? Is there a problem?"

"It's not so much that I think highly of you, Captain Reinhardt, but rather that I have high expectations of your abilities."

Ralph Reinhardt spoke with a slightly serious expression, a gleam in his eyes, "Aren't you afraid of being devoured by the wolves, tigers and leopards you raised with your own hands?"

Hearing this, Beichuan still had that faint smile on his face. He played with the racket in his hand and asked calmly, "Do you think I'm scared? Or do you think that kind of situation is possible?"

With his eyes bright, Ralph Reinhardt replied fearlessly.

"I hope you can still maintain such an optimistic attitude before you are devoured by the wolves, tigers and leopards you raised with your own hands."

He paused, his expression gradually growing colder. "Also, I'd like to know what level of strength you want to cultivate it to? Master level? Or a stage beyond your current strength?"

As he spoke, the tennis ball flew into the air from his fingertips again.

The howling wind and waves ruffled his hair, but could not shake his determined gaze.

At this moment, his body was filled with a vast aura, as if it was so rich that it was about to turn into substance.

The air around him seemed to freeze for a moment, and then began to fluctuate violently again.

A magical and subtle charm gradually blossomed from him, spreading around his body like ripples.

In just a moment, Ralph Reinhardt seemed to have completed a new self-correction.

Of course, this correction is not without cost.

You have to know that in the original novel, Ralph Reinhardt's abilities gradually improve as the game progresses, becoming his own strengths. Even this improvement is based on the ability of his own physical fitness to achieve it.

But now he has no choice, and he doesn't have that much time to waste time. Because Beichuan will not give him that much time, and this game will not give him that much time either.

So he had no choice but to take the risk and do it in one step.

This behavior is undoubtedly an unprecedented test of his physical fitness and functions.

His muscles were tense, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his breathing was slightly rapid, but his overall condition remained stable.

He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes slightly, as if feeling the flow of every inch of strength in his body.

After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, with blazing flames burning in them.

Let’s not talk about that for now.

As Ralph Reinhardt himself underwent this transformation, tennis also reached its highest point.

At the moment of falling, Ralph Reinhardt swung the racket in his hand quickly.

boom!

Following a crisp and bright crash, shock waves transformed into visible ripples, spreading in all directions.

call out!

Then, the tennis ball seemed to disappear from the court.

There is no doubt that at this moment Ralph Reinhardt's shot was a super powerful shot that combined power and speed.

Although it is not a ball skill, it is comparable to a ball skill.

On the other side of the net, Beichuan stood quietly, with a faint smile still on his face.

His body did not move at all, as if all this was within his expectations.

However, when he saw the almost invisible tennis ball cutting through the air and coming straight towards him.