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

Chapter 602: Ghost Senior, You Are Not a Hero, You Have Lost Your Original Intentions Because of Pow

"The previous ghost senior didn't have such an idea."

Kitagawa frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on Kijujiro. His eyes were like substance, full of exploration, as if he wanted to see through the other person's hidden thoughts deep in his heart.

These words came out of his mouth slowly, echoing slightly in the air, causing the originally noisy discussions around him to weaken a little.

"Could it be that you, Senior, have already refuted your previous beliefs and ideas?"

Kitagawa asked immediately.

After finishing speaking.

Beichuan controlled his mental power and carefully directed it towards Albert Federer who was lying on the ground.

The mental damage caused by the Ashura Shinto demons cast by Onijūjiro is too terrifying.

At this moment, Albert Federer's eyes were closed, his face was as pale as paper, without any blood, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly from time to time, his face was full of pain, and his body was shaking slightly uncontrollably.

Beichuan knew very well that if the mental trauma could not be relieved and resolved in time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

It is very likely that Albert Federer will be terrified whenever he sees a tennis ball in the days to come, and he might even end up wetting his pants and running away in an extremely embarrassing situation.

After all, mental trauma has always been an extremely difficult problem and extremely difficult to deal with. Either you can seize the opportunity to properly resolve it at the first possible moment, or you have to rely on your own extraordinary willpower to fight it hard.

There is almost no better way than this.

"Ever?"

Kijujiro raised his head slightly, his gaze passing through the bustling scene before him, as if he was lost in deep memories of the past.

His voice was low and slightly hoarse, as if it came slowly from the depths of time. "I used to have such simple thoughts."

As he spoke, his hands unconsciously clenched slightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. "If I'm not strong enough, if I don't kill my opponent completely, then the people behind me will be hurt."

His eyes revealed determination, but also a hint of helplessness after experiencing many vicissitudes of life.

"Whether it's out of a personal responsibility to protect those important to me, or for the honor and future of the Neon U-17 training camp, I have a firm reason to win."

Onijūjiro stared at Kitagawa quietly, and spoke in a heavy voice, enunciating each word.

Immediately afterwards, a gloomy, cold and creepy aura suddenly surged out from Onijūjiro's body like a volcanic eruption. It was the terrifying Breath of the Netherworld.

In an instant, the entire space seemed to be shrouded in a strange black mist, and the surrounding temperature seemed to be rapidly lowered by an invisible big hand, making people shiver.

This Netherworld Breath was like the gates of hell suddenly opening, carrying with it an extremely aggressive and oppressive violent aura, like a surging and unstoppable black tide, rushing and spreading madly in all directions.

The spectators, who had already retreated several steps due to the previous fierce confrontation, were now staggering under the impact of this powerful and terrifying aura, and their bodies were forced to continue retreating completely out of control.

Some timid audience members were instantly filled with fear on their faces, and subconsciously covered their mouths with their hands, trying to suppress the screams that were about to burst out;

Some of the audience members were in a panic, bumping into and pushing each other, and almost falling to the ground. The scene was suddenly in chaos, with exclamations and shouts coming one after another.

However, the situation reversed in an instant.

In the next second, an even more terrifying and powerful aura that was almost suffocating suddenly burst out without any warning.

This breath seemed to contain a terrifying force that could destroy the world. The unimaginable pressure was like an invisible hand with infinite power, which severely compressed the air in this space.

The airflow that was originally chaotic and disordered due to the breath of the underworld solidified instantly, and the air was filled with a desperate silence, making people feel as if they were in a silent and extremely depressing world.

The Netherworld Breath of Oni Jujiro, who was still rampant and arrogant the moment before, disappeared completely in an instant without a trace in the face of this even more powerful and terrifying aura, just like the remaining snow in spring encountering the scorching sun, without leaving a trace.

"Senior, you are not a hero."

Kitagawa's eyes were calm, like a bottomless lake, yet they revealed a deep light. He looked directly at Onigijujiro and spoke slowly.

"Even if you are truly a hero, you can never stop a massive army with your own strength."

"Besides, aren't seniors Irie, Taneshima, and Byodoin always working hard to grow and improve?"

Beichuan shook his head slightly, a hint of regret in his tone, "Before this, I have always admired you, Ghost Senior."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the past scenes related to Onijushirou flashed through his mind like a tide.

"But now, I have to take back my original comment."

"Once you are blinded by power and lose your original heart, it will be very difficult to regain these precious things."

As Beichuan spoke, he slowly retracted his aura that was powerful enough to shock the entire audience and his mental power that was like a surging tide.

Then, he picked up the muscular man Albert Federer with extremely neat movements as if he were picking up a weightless doll and carried him steadily on his shoulders.

His steps were steady and firm, and he slowly passed by Onigijujiro step by step, bringing up a breeze that made his hair flutter gently, but he never looked at Onigijujiro again from beginning to end.

At this moment, Kijujiro seemed to be under a spell of immobilization, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move, and he fell into deep silence involuntarily.

To be honest, he himself had never expected that as time passed by unnoticed, he would gradually become so domineering and arrogant.

Until this moment, even he himself felt that this domineering attitude had reached a level that was almost excessive. This change made him feel a little strange and frightened.

However, time is as tight as the sand in the hourglass that is slipping away rapidly and cannot be recovered. Every minute and every second seems extremely precious.

However, his relatively weak strength was like a heavy shackle, tightly restraining his steps forward.

Under the pressure of this double force, he had already inadvertently ignored the huge and terrible changes that had quietly taken place in his own character during his difficult struggle.