inspire-indiana Chapter 551: The Tyrant and the Emperor Join Forces, the Power of the Two Kings
Chapter 551: The Tyrant and the Emperor Join Forces, the Power of the Two Kings
Chapter 551: The Tyrant and the Emperor Join Forces, the Power of Two Kings
Just at this time.
On the court, Andy Dennis had a smiling face, his lips slightly parted, and he began to speak slowly.
He raised his head slightly, with a hint of disdain on his face. His eyes swept across his opponent, and his tone was full of determination.
"If this pervert doesn't get a good beating, do you think he can compete properly?"
After a pause, he added, his lips curled up slightly, outlining a hint of sarcasm, "Who knows, maybe he'll cause some trouble again soon."
When he said this, his expression was extremely calm, without any excessive emotional fluctuations on his face, as if he was just stating a very ordinary fact, and his tone was as natural as if he was talking about today's weather.
Then, Andy Dennis leaned slightly to the side, approached McPherson Curtis, lowered his voice, and spoke quickly and clearly.
His eyes were focused, staring closely at his opponent, and his hands unconsciously clenched the racket: "Defend the chest area as much as possible."
The words were brief but revealed unquestionable firmness.
"Don't worry about how much damage the returned tennis ball can cause to the opponent."
He frowned slightly.
"As long as you fight back, then it will be my turn to fight back."
As soon as he finished speaking, McPherson Curtis no longer cared about anything else.
His eyes instantly became resolute, and without hesitation, he gripped the racket tightly with both hands. The muscles in his arms bulged slightly due to the force, and he placed the racket face firmly against his chest.
His breathing became rapid, his chest heaving slightly, and he was concentrating on the tennis ball flying towards him.
The next moment, veins popped out on his forehead, muscles all over his body tensed, and he tried his best to successfully return the ball.
The tennis ball flew to the other side like a white lightning with all his strength.
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, and the breath in his chest had not yet completely eased, Genichirō Sanada on the opposite side had a stern look in his eyes, raised his arm high, and swung the racket in his hand fiercely.
Like Akutsu, Genichirō Sanada did not use any fancy skills this time, but simply hit a pure powerful return.
But the power of this seemingly ordinary ball should not be underestimated. Even ordinary professional-level players will look serious when they see the trajectory and speed of this ball.
The tennis ball whizzed through the air, bringing with it a sharp sound of wind, like a cannonball, flying straight towards McPherson Curtis and Andy Dennis.
"You pervert, do you understand now?"
Andy Dennis said anxiously to McPherson Curtis, staring at the flying tennis ball.
There was a hint of nervousness and anxiety in his eyes, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Don't underestimate the two junior high school students across from us, they're only national level."
He gritted his teeth slightly, his tone carrying a hint of reluctance and surprise, "But the tennis prowess they displayed is already comparable to that of regular professional-level players."
His voice trembled slightly with excitement.
"So, put away your thoughts of revenge on them and just play basketball well."
He patted McPherson Curtis's shoulder vigorously, his eyes full of expectation.
The next moment, Andy Dennis rushed out with his racket in hand as if the wind had sprung from his feet.
In just a flash, he appeared in front of McPherson Curtis like a black lightning.
Accompanied by a sharp sound of foot brakes.
Tsk la~
His feet rubbed a shallow mark on the ground.
At the same time, he swung the racket in his hand fiercely with an unstoppable momentum.
boom!
A loud bang echoed over the stadium. No one expected that Andy Dennis possessed such powerful strength.
It is no exaggeration to say that he successfully returned the ball purely by relying on his physical strength.
Of course, in fact, for this ball, it is unlikely that any techniques will be effective, because the opponent's return shot is just a very common basic return shot.
Let’s not talk about these for now. After the tennis ball was blasted out, it seemed to condense unimaginable terrifying power. Under the gaze of everyone, in the blink of an eye it shot towards the opposite side like a meteor.
Sonic booms rang out one after another, as if the air was marveling at the power of the tennis ball.
A terrifying air wave rolled up, sweeping the sand and gravel on the ground of the stadium in all directions. The sand and gravel flew in the air, sparkling with light under the sunlight.
"Sanada, you're such a wimp."
Akutsu, who was standing next to Genichirō Sanada, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile, and laughed loudly.
There was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he looked at Sanada Genichirō, as if saying something extremely ridiculous, "I actually managed to be successfully counterattacked by the other party."
"Didn't yours get a successful counterattack?"
Genichirō Sanada looked calm, indifferently looking at Akutsu, and refuted slowly.
His voice was steady and powerful, without any sign of panic due to Akutsu's ridicule.
Immediately, he stopped talking to Akutsu and returned his gaze to the court, staring intently at the tennis ball flying towards him. His whole body was tense, ready to strike.
"Humph!"
Akutsu snorted coldly, his expression becoming somewhat fierce, "Stop wasting time, just kill him with force."
His eyes revealed a determination and ruthlessness, as if he wanted to completely defeat the opponent.
"Ah."
Genichirō Sanada nodded and responded concisely.
A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and the aura in his body began to surge slowly.
Then, the aura of the two of them suddenly surged.
Then, the two auras blended together harmoniously without any disobedience, entwining and blending with each other.
In an instant, all the previously released aura quickly converged, receding like the tide until it disappeared.
Afterwards, strands of silver-white aura gradually rose from Akutsu's body, and the aura was like a nimble silver snake, circling and dancing around his body.
The same is true for Genichirō Sanada, except that he has a dark golden aura. That dark golden aura is solemn and majestic, as if he carries an innate kingly aura.
For a moment, it seemed as if two unspeakable and invisible beings were standing above the entire stadium.
One side is like a domineering and majestic emperor, exuding an awe-inspiring aura; the other side is like an unruly tyrant, carrying a terrifying aura.