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

Chapter 600: The Red Storm in Bern, the Mutated 'Ghosts'

however.

Albert Federer soon regained consciousness.

He knew very well that the Oni Jujiro opposite him was not Kitagawa, and the other party had not reached the threshold of the master level.

As the first Swiss player with absolute power, and with his teammates constantly getting stronger, a strong desire surged from deep in his heart. He longed to continue to grow, not be abandoned by the team, and not be overwhelmed by the tide of the times.

"Everyone is getting stronger, and everyone is working hard for that dream."

Albert Federer thought to himself, "If this is the only way I can get, then I am a loser!"

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

The hesitation and uncertainty in his eyes disappeared in an instant, replaced by determination and resoluteness.

Then he gripped the racket tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

“Tap tap…”

Albert Federer, his steps steady and powerful, began to serve.

"call out!"

The tennis ball cut through the air like a meteor and flew out with a whistling sound.

"boom!"

The moment the tennis ball collided with the racket, a blood-red storm quietly spread around him.

This storm seemed to be a mixture of strength and mental power, carrying a mysterious and powerful aura.

As the storm continued to spread, it enveloped the entire stadium in an instant.

If the Swiss U-17 team or even some senior figures in Swiss tennis were present and saw the changes that occurred around Albert Federer, they would definitely exclaim - "The red storm happening in Bern!"

"Spiritual power and strength?"

The onijujiro across from him raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "That actually makes me a little interested."

next moment.

"boom!"

It was as if the entire arena was shaken by a powerful force, and a deafening roar was heard.

The spectators who were originally scattered around the stadium were attracted by the huge noise, and their eyes all looked over here.

I saw Oni Jujiro on the court, and suddenly an extremely powerful aura rose from his body.

This aura was eerie and terrifying, as if it was emanating from the abyss of hell.

In an instant, the onlookers felt a sense of suffocation, as if an invisible big hand was tightly grasping their throats.

A trace of fear, like a tender sprout breaking through the soil in spring, gradually emerged from their eyes.

Huge waves of air rolled and turned around Oni Jujiro's body. Just this scene allowed everyone to clearly feel his terrifyingly powerful strength.

In the blink of an eye, the chaotic scene at the beginning of the world reappeared.

The dark aura emanating from Oni Jujiro was like a surging tide, constantly eroding Albert Federer's mysterious bloody aura.

The light that originally enveloped the court seemed to be swallowed up by this dark breath, becoming dark and deep, and extremely thick, as if hell had really come to the world.

In this endless darkness, a tall figure slowly walked over.

The figure was like a demon, and every step he took seemed to make the earth tremble, making people feel fearful and their hearts palpitate.

In an instant, seeing the huge, hot blood-red storm wrapped in powerful force approaching, Oni Jujiro suddenly jumped up, and the whole person rushed into the air like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring.

The racket in his hand seemed to be given life at this moment, and he swung it violently with endless power.

"boom!!!"

An unimaginable impact force erupted from the collision between the racket and the tennis ball. The sound was like the shrill wail of a ghost walking out of the underworld, which was creepy.

In just a blink of an eye, standing in the center of the wailing, the dark and deep aura seemed to open a huge devouring mouth, and in just a moment, it completely swallowed up the tennis ball that was shot towards it.

In the blink of an eye, the tennis ball was assimilated by the dark aura, as if it had become a part of the power of hell.

"drink!"

Oni Jujiro let out a light shout in mid-air. Although the sound was not loud, it seemed to contain endless power, penetrating the air and reaching everyone's ears.

Following this light shout, an ancient battle axe of a dark color gradually condensed in mid-air.

This battle axe seems to have come from ancient myths and legends, carrying a mysterious and powerful aura, as if it is a weapon in the hands of ghosts and gods, possessing the supreme power to cut off all evil and suppress the underworld.

However, this is not the most frightening thing.

What is most frightening is the ghost holding this battle axe!

The ghost's figure was looming, emitting a chilling aura, as if the slightest movement of him could change the color of the heaven and earth.

"But let's stop here!"

Onijūjiro's voice sounded again. This time, his voice was filled with an unquestionable majesty. "Because whether it's physical strength or mental strength, you are no match for me."

next moment.

Kijujiro shouted in a deep voice and swung the racket in his hand with all his might.

Countless dark auras, like a surging black tide, completely enveloped the tennis ball.

Then, the dark aura wrapped around the tennis ball, like a black battle axe, slashed out in an instant with the power to destroy the world!

Seeing this, Albert Federer's pupils dilated rapidly, his eyes filled with fear.

The terrifying feeling of oppression was like a mountain pressing down on his head, making his body unable to move at all.

"boom!!!"

In an instant, the battle axe attacked with endless power.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying wind storm followed, forming a graceful and violent arc-shaped cut in the air.

Under the impact of this powerful force, the racket in Albert Federer's hand was cut off directly like a fragile dead branch.

At the same time, a stream of bright red blood flowed from the palm of his hand, and finally dripped onto the ground of the court along with the sweat.

"Drip~"

The sound of a drop of blood falling to the ground seemed to be infinitely amplified in this silent and tense atmosphere.

I have no say in this.”

"If he didn't want to become a useless person, he should have given up the competition at the very beginning."

At this moment, Onijūjiro's personality seemed to have undergone some kind of transformation. He spoke calmly, without a trace of emotion on his face.

It seems that during this period of time, it was not only Chi Shui that brought changes to him.

The style of the Nibelungen Tennis Club, which is collaborating with the Neon U-17 training camp, has also changed.

In fact, it is just as Onijūjiro said.

Looking at the entire world of tennis, there has never been true equality.

Facing Albert Federer, who is weaker than himself, Kijujiro can indeed make arbitrary comments and crush him at will on the court.

But once he faced Beichuan, who was stronger than him, the roles were reversed in an instant.