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

Chapter 687: Using the opponent's tactics to attack the opponent, the attacking Zhende combinat

At this moment.

Chico Balentin and Toyama Kintaro stood side by side at the baseline, the metal fence behind them glowing coldly and turning red in the scorching sun.

His blond hair was now stuck to his angular forehead, and his straight sportswear was soaked with sweat, outlining his taut back muscles.

The corners of his mouth, which usually wore a confident smile, were now frozen into a stiff straight line. In his eyes, astonishment was like the rising tide, quickly drowning his original composure.

Beads of sweat were still dripping from the ends of Kintaro Toyama's hair. His clear big eyes suddenly widened, his eyelashes trembled constantly, and his pupils contracted violently like a frightened bird.

He unconsciously gripped the racket tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and the sweat from his palms slid down the handle, leaving small water stains on the ground.

The two of them looked at each other subconsciously, and a sharp electric current seemed to pass through the air, colliding with shock and uneasiness that was difficult to conceal in each other's eyes.

The victory that the Liberty National Team considered a sure thing before the game was now like a spider web torn by the wind, shattered under the impact of reality.

The aura around Tokugawa Kazuya and Sanada Genichirō underwent a strange transformation. They were clearly standing there, but seemed to blend into the background, like two heartless stone statues.

Chico Balentin narrowed his eyes, trying to track his opponent's movements, but he felt as if the air before him was shrouded in an invisible mist, dulling and blurring his keen perception like a detector stuck in a quagmire.

Toyama Kintaro swallowed unconsciously, and a dry sound came from his throat. The illusion as if he was facing an illusion made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and a piercing chill ran up his spine to the top of his head.

"It seems that our bet was right."

Genichirō Sanada's voice was like an ice-hardened blade, cutting through the stagnant air.

The shadow under his black baseball cap swayed slightly with the movement of his head. The half of his face that was exposed was sharp as a knife, and his tightly pursed thin lips were curled up in a cold arc.

Those obsidian eyes stared directly at the opponent without any hesitation, as if he had already seen through the outcome of the game without a trace of mercy.

He raised his chin slightly, the veins on his neck faintly visible as he spoke, and his whole body exuded an unquestionable majesty.

Tokugawa Kazuya slowly raised his head, his thin bangs stuck to his pale forehead by sweat, and the cold light in his deep eyes was like a cold star in the night sky, silently cutting the scorching air.

His slightly arched back was filled with strength, and the oppressive feeling emanating from his body was like a black hole, sucking the space of several meters in radius into an invisible vortex, and even the surrounding light seemed to be converging towards him.

His fingers gently stroked the handle of the racket, and this unintentional little action revealed a deadly and dangerous aura.

On the referee's bench.

The white-haired referee pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and glanced back and forth at the four people through the lenses.

When he caught the heart-pounding aura surrounding Tokugawa Kazuya and Sanada Genichirō, his Adam's apple rolled subconsciously.

He gripped the silver whistle tightly, and the coolness of the metal came from his fingertips. With a sharp whistle, the crisp sound pierced the solidified air and also kicked off this thrilling duel.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The three shots hit the ball like heavy hammers, exploding in the silent stadium.

Genichirō Sanada's half-squatting figure looked like a cheetah ready to pounce, and the sweat beads dripping from the edge of his baseball cap drew glittering arcs in the sunlight.

The racket in his hand accurately caught the bouncing tennis ball. His movements were as smooth as the brushstrokes in an ink painting, yet carried a suffocating sense of oppression.

As the racket was gently lifted up and the tennis ball cut through the air, the scorching sunlight suddenly became distorted, as if it was crushed by an invisible giant hand.

A dark red aura surged out like a volcanic eruption, and a heat wave hit their faces. The girls in the front row of the audience couldn't help but raise their hands to cover their faces, and exclamations rang out one after another.

The audience in the stands stood up and stretched their necks to see the situation on the field clearly, and the atmosphere on the scene was instantly ignited.

Genichirō Sanada's world underwent a miraculous change at this moment.

The court in front of me lost its original appearance and turned into a battlefield of light and shadow.

The light emanating from Kintaro Toyama was like the sun shrouded in dark clouds, gradually being eroded by dense black spots, becoming dim and blurred.

Tokugawa Kazuya stood behind him, and the faint black hole marks on his body were like the dark matter in the universe, perfectly matching Sanada Genichirō's aura, weaving into a sophisticated hunting net.

Genichirō Sanada's eyes became sharper, as if he could see through his opponent's every move and intention. His breathing became steady and powerful, and he entered a state of selfless fighting.

“Swoosh—”

A hazy red light tore through the sky, and Genichirō Sanada threw the tennis ball high into the air.

The veins on his bronze neck bulged, his muscles were as tight as strings, and the blood vessels in his arms were like a coiled dragon.

"wind……"

A deep voice, like muffled thunder, echoed over the court, carrying a terrifying pressure. "Fire..."

Before he finished speaking, the racket had already been swung out with the force of thunder, and the sound of breaking through the air was sharp and piercing.

"?Flame——Chibaku Tensei!"

With this earth-shaking shout, the tennis ball turned into a dazzling meteor, and the air made a sharp explosion wherever it passed, as if it was being torn apart alive.

The lights in the entire stadium seemed to be affected by this powerful energy, flickering slightly, and the exclamations and screams of the audience resounded through the sky.

The violent collision sounded like thunder, and dust and smoke rose into the sky like a blooming mushroom cloud, instantly engulfing Genichirō Sanada's figure.

There were bursts of exclamations from the audience, and the photographers in the front row pressed their shutters frantically, with flashes interweaving into a sea of ​​light in the smoke.

During its flight, the crimson tennis ball resonated strongly with the black hole created by Tokugawa Kazuya.

The originally scattered black holes were like iron filings attracted by a magnet, repelling each other but also entangled with each other, and finally connected into a huge "black hole cage". Its shape was exactly the same as Chico Balentin's "lifeline noose", but it exuded a terrifying sense of oppression, as if it wanted to completely strangle every bit of life from the opponent.

The audience in the stands were stunned by the shocking scene.

For a moment, the entire court was almost silent except for the sound of tennis balls cutting through the air.