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

Chapter 653: Master-level Dimensional Statue Clash

"How about a one-ball decision?"

Lu Jingwu stared at Beichuan with a sharp gaze, a confident arc on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was steady and powerful, stirring up an imperceptible tremor in the air.

The next moment, Beichuan nodded slightly, his movements were simple and decisive, without any hesitation.

There was an elusive light in his deep eyes.

In this way, Beichuan directly agreed to Lu Jingwu's proposal.

In fact, for Beichuan, there was really nothing urgent for him to do next.

Tennis is the focus of his life right now.

Moreover, he himself has a strong interest in Lu Jingwu's several other-dimensional statues.

At the same time, the opponent is also a real master-level professional player.

In the highly competitive field of tennis, where there are many top players, being able to reach the master level is enough to prove that Lu Jingwu possesses extraordinary strength and superb skills.

For Beichuan, such an opponent was a rare opportunity to learn and communicate, so he agreed so readily.

As for bringing him into the HERO Tennis Club, actually, as of now, Lu Jingwu still has huge potential and can be considered a very good player to be trained.

The most crucial point is that Beichuan does not believe that a league related to the world tennis club would only require one player to participate.

He had his own calculations and plans in mind, and this confrontation with Lu Jingwu might just be the beginning.

Let’s not talk about this for now. After hearing Beichuan’s agreement, Lu Jingwu immediately led everyone towards the tennis park nearby.

The group walked hurriedly, with Lu Jingwu walking in front with firm and powerful steps, as if he couldn't wait to start the duel.

Along the way, the air was filled with a tense and exciting atmosphere.

After a while, everyone arrived at the tennis park.

The venue here is spacious and tidy, and the surrounding fences are covered with green vines, adding a touch of natural atmosphere to the entire court.

At that moment, Lu Jingwu took out the racket in his hand and spun it on the ground to guess the first move.

The racket spun rapidly in his hands, drawing beautiful arcs, attracting everyone's attention.

Under everyone's attention, the racket finally stopped slowly and pointed towards Beichuan.

In other words, the first game of this friendly exchange match was Beichuan's serving game.

Beichuan nodded, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he walked towards the court with his racket.

His steps were steady and deliberate, and each step seemed to carry a unique rhythm.

Walking to the serving area, Beichuan gently tapped the racket a few times, feeling the touch between the racket and his palm, and then threw the tennis ball in his hand high into the air.

The tennis ball drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and the sunlight shone on the surface of the ball, reflecting a dazzling light.

Then, with a gentle smile, Beichuan spoke to Lu Jingwu opposite him.

"Coach Lu Jingwu, be careful. I won't let you down at all on this shot."

His voice was clear and firm, with an unquestionable momentum.

In an instant, Beichuan's body was gradually enveloped by an ancient aura.

The breath seemed to come from ancient times, carrying the vicissitudes and heaviness of time.

The entire stadium became a little quiet, and the originally lively atmosphere was instantly replaced by an invisible pressure.

An invisible majesty seemed to have turned into a guillotine hanging over his heart, causing Lu Jingwu's expression to suddenly become stern. His eyes became more focused, his body slightly tensed, and he concentrated on preparing to meet Beichuan's goal.

The next moment, Teng!

Beichuan opened his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, an endless sharp edge pointed straight to the sky, as if the world was just created, and as if the divine power was endless.

The air waves were boiling, as if cheering for existence, or kneeling in worship.

The air in the entire stadium seemed to be stirred up by this force, forming tiny whirlpools.

"Be careful!"

The voice, without any emotional fluctuation, echoed ethereally throughout the entire stadium, as if it came from the distant sky.

Beichuan pinched the tennis ball with his slender fingers and threw it directly into the air. Waves of ancient aura gradually wrapped around the racket, like a knife, a sword, and even lightning.

Faintly, dark clouds appeared, thunder and fire appeared, and a blood moon was looming, adding a mysterious and tense atmosphere to the duel.

"Night attack!"

It was as if the sound of ancient times was heard, and endless darkness completely enveloped this world.

boom! ! !

Beichuan leaped up, as if opening the sky, and swung the power in his hands.

In an instant, the world was silent, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Amidst the darkness, thunder, fire, and red moon, a figure wrapped in black netherworld fire gradually emerged.

Merciless eyes, long black-gray hair, half-naked body, endless ancient and unknown characters, black chains and shackles, the figure is full of mystery and majesty.

He slowly raised his hand, and the tennis ball that was hit out appeared in his palm.

Under the violent rotation, three magatama of different colors appeared around its body.

The figure slowly turned over his hand and pushed the tennis ball in his palm towards the court where Lu Jingwu was, then turned and walked towards the ancient air wave.

The next moment, the figure disappeared and the magatama ball fell to the ground.

The eternal night erupts, thunder and fire ignite, and the red moon blooms...

The entire stadium seemed to have turned into a chaotic battlefield, with various forces colliding and stirring with each other.

Until the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the wind was light and the clouds were thin, it was as if I suddenly woke up from a dream.

Looking closely, a "flower" that bloomed like a violent aesthetic was quietly lying in a shocking huge pit.

The edges of the deep pit were jagged, and the surrounding ground was cracked by the powerful force, as if telling of the thrilling scene just now.

Amidst this turmoil, Lu Jingwu couldn't help but show an expression of emotion.

However, Lu Jingwu did not show any sign of stagnation or dullness. After all, he was a professional player at the master level.

The first thing he did was to hold the racket with both hands, lower his center of gravity, bend his legs slightly, and present a posture ready to meet the challenge at any time.

At the same time, he also showed his two other-dimensional statues.

The former wielded two giant shields, the surface of which was covered with complex patterns, exuding an ancient atmosphere; the latter wielded a mace, the sharp spikes on which flashed with cold light.

boom! ! !

As these two figures emerged, a terrifying aura emanated from Lu Jingwu.

The aura spread out in all directions like a surging wave.

Then he swung the racket in his hand fiercely.

In an instant, the tennis ball that had just exploded and shot up was also returned with great difficulty as he fought back with all his strength.

The tennis ball flew towards Beichuan with a whistling sound, like a bullet fired from a gun.

Seeing this scene, a look of surprise appeared in Beichuan's eyes.

"These are some truly bizarre, other-dimensional statues. They seem to be both separate and yet integrated, working in perfect harmony. Coach Lu Jingwu truly gave me a pleasant surprise."

There was a hint of admiration in Kitagawa's voice, and at the same time, it was full of anticipation for the upcoming match.