inspire-indiana Chapter 553: Internal strife? The end of Emperor Sanada Genichirō
Chapter 553: Internal strife? The end of Emperor Sanada Genichirō
Chapter 553 Internal strife? The end of Emperor Sanada Genichirō
next moment.
Genichirō Sanada raised the corner of his mouth and pulled out a cold smile. The sneer flashed by, like a ray of cold light passing through the cold night.
His voice was as still as a dead lake. He said calmly and without a trace of emotion, "Be careful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the aura around him suddenly changed 180 degrees.
The originally calm and restrained aura suddenly spread outward like a flood that broke through a dam. The powerful sense of oppression made the surrounding air seem to solidify, making it difficult to breathe.
Genichirō Sanada slowly raised his head, and the deep eyes under the brim of his hat, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, gradually appeared.
He pursed his lips tightly and let out a low groan from between his teeth.
At this moment, the dark red aura was like evil spirits emerging from the abyss of hell, surging wildly around him one after another.
The aura was as strong as substance, and a huge vortex formed with him as the center, like a dark storm that could swallow everything, sweeping away everything around it and distorting the surrounding light.
call out!
Genichirō Sanada raised his slender fingers slightly, and the tennis ball in his hand shot out like a bullet towards the blue sky.
The tennis ball flashed brightly under the sunlight, like a meteor about to streak across the sky.
At the same time, he kept muttering: "Shiranui, Fudo Ming..."
As he whispered, a scorching flame suddenly rose up without warning.
The flames came with great force, instantly enveloping his figure. The blazing flames made him look like a demon from hell.
The flames carried endless high temperatures, and rolling heat waves rushed towards him, as if to ignite everything around him. The air was filled with a burnt smell.
Immediately afterwards, a heavy feeling came over me like a mountain pressing down on my head.
This power seemed to have come from the ancient times, carrying with it the accumulation of years and the heaviness of the earth.
Under the influence of this force, the earth trembled slightly, as if it could not bear the weight.
For a moment, the entire stadium seemed to have turned into a purgatory. The blazing flames were madly burning the towering mountains. The flames were licking the mountainside wantonly, making crackling sounds.
The two collided with each other, making a deafening roar, as if to tear the sky and the earth apart.
But in the blink of an eye, something wonderful happened.
The flames and heavy power that were originally conflicting with each other began to gradually merge.
They are like two long-lost partners, naturally intertwined together, like magma gushing out from the depths of the earth, flowing slowly with endless heat and power, melting everything wherever it goes.
At this moment, the tennis ball seemed to be endowed with mysterious power. It was more like a meteorite formed by magma, emitting a chilling breath of destruction, dragging a long tail of fire, and flying towards Andy Dennis at a high speed.
Genichirō Sanada took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled a long breath, as if that breath brought out all the impurities in his body.
There was a dark red light flashing in his eyes, and that light was like a burning divine fire, hot and resolute.
As his gaze focused, his body became like a fully drawn bow, accumulating endless strength.
Then, he suddenly leaped up, drawing a perfect arc in the air, like a black lightning, with the force of thunder, and swung the racket in his hand fiercely. The racket seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, tearing the air and making a sharp whistling sound.
"Yan-scorching river rock!"
His voice resounded throughout the entire stadium like a bell. The roar was full of strength and confidence, as if he wanted to declare his strength to the world.
boom!
Accompanied by a loud bang, the sound was deafening, as if a bomb exploded above the stadium, causing pain in the eardrums.
The entire sky seemed to be instantly covered by a river of scorching lava. Red light spread out, dyeing the entire stadium blood red, and the feeling of doomsday reached its extreme.
The scorching breath was like a ferocious beast, rushing towards Andy Dennis with its fangs and claws, as if it wanted to melt him as a whole. Wherever it went, the air was distorted.
【To answer or not to answer?! 】
This thought flashed through Andy Dennis's mind in an instant, and this thought was like an invisible hand, tightly grasping his heart.
I didn't expect the junior high school players on the Swiss U-17 team to be even tougher than I imagined.
He was secretly amazed, and a trace of barely perceptible panic flashed across his face.
[Luckily, it was that perverted MacPherson Curtis who started it.]
Thinking of this, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. There was a hint of cunning and gloating in that smile, as if he was planning some unspeakable secret.
[Hehe~ Let's stop here, you pervert, no one will ever compete with me again.]
However, at this moment, the tennis ball was wrapped in terrifying power, like a high-speed spinning wheel of destruction, getting closer and closer to Andy Dennis.
On the British U-17 team side, captain Jack Ferdinand saw this scene.
His original face instantly became as gloomy as ink, like the sky before a storm, covered with dark clouds.
His eyes burned with rage, and the flames seemed to set the entire arena on fire.
He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and roared at Andy Dennis on the court. The sound seemed to burst out from the deepest part of his chest: "Andy Dennis, take this ball for me!"
The voice was filled with anger, majesty and a hint of desperation, as if it wanted to pull Andy Dennis directly from the other end of the court.
It was obvious that Jack Ferdinand saw through Andy Dennis's thoughts.
This teenager, known as the "Unicorn", now had a strong desire to kill Andy Dennis on the court.
He didn't care at all about the relationship between Andy Dennis and McPherson Curtis. In his heart, the honor of the team was above everything else.
But this is a U-17 World Cup tournament that concerns the reputation of Britain!
This is the image that represents British tennis on the world stage.
On this stage, the British team must not become a laughing stock, otherwise it will become a disgrace to the entire country.
Andy Dennis wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to completely eliminate his competitor McPherson Curtis.
This behavior is simply a heavy blow to the already disgraceful reputation of the British U-17 team, putting the team in an even more embarrassing situation.
You have to know that there were not only British spectators present, but also players from national teams of various countries. They all had sharp eyes, and how could such a vivid situation on the court escape their eyes?
Jack Ferdinand snorted coldly, and that snort was full of disdain and disappointment.
He then added: "In one word, do you accept it or not? If you refuse, then you will immediately no longer be a player in the British U-17 training camp."
After saying this, he seemed to have used up all his strength, his body trembled slightly, and then he closed his eyes.
At this moment, his heart was extremely tired, as if he was carrying the weight of the entire world, and the heavy burden made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
You know, even if you don't care about being embarrassed in front of other national team players, this U-17 World Cup tour is a game that will be broadcasted to the whole world!
It is no exaggeration to say that at this moment Britain's reputation is almost completely lost to this group of ignorant idiots.
Countless eyes around the world are watching this game, and every move of the British team will be magnified countless times and become a topic of conversation among people after dinner.
On the court, when Andy Dennis heard Jack Ferdinand's words, his expression suddenly changed several times, and a hint of hesitation, unwillingness and anger flashed in his eyes.
Afterwards, his expression returned to its usual cold look, like a piece of ice that had not melted for a thousand years.