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

Chapter 519: Attack in the Dark, One Person Faces the Rain of Tennis Balls

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Beichuan also shook his head helplessly, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, and subconsciously touched his nose.

Originally, he was planning to walk up and say hello to Oshowaru Doron. After all, the other party's unique attire made it difficult to ignore him.

It was a pity that Oshowaru Dolon had obviously regarded him as a monster, and was scared away by just one look from him.

Beichuan sighed lightly, turned his head slightly, and glanced at the football field behind him that was devastated by the fierce game just now.

On the court, the originally flat ground was now covered with deep scratches, which were the traces left by the high-speed friction of the tennis ball; the net was also damaged in several places, swaying gently in the breeze, as if telling the cruelty of the fierce confrontation just now.

Beichuan withdrew his gaze, sorted out his equipment, and prepared to lead the Swiss U-17 team to leave this place full of stories.

However, in the next moment, something unexpected happened.

Throughout the tennis hall, the high-hanging chandeliers went out one after another quickly.

The tennis court, which was originally bright as day, was suddenly plunged into pitch darkness.

At the same time, the door that was originally open suddenly closed with a dull roar. The huge sound seemed particularly abrupt and terrifying in the silent darkness.

For a moment, everyone in the tennis stadium stood there in a daze, as if they were under a spell.

They tried hard to keep their eyes open in the darkness, trying to see what was happening around them, but all they could see was endless darkness.

"What happened?"

After a long while, when everyone gradually recovered from their shock, a trembling voice sounded cautiously in the darkness, with a strong sense of tension and anxiety in the voice.

This sound seemed to be a fuse, instantly triggering discussions among others. Everyone began to speculate what had happened, and the entire tennis hall was suddenly filled with noisy discussions.

On the Swiss U-17 team's side, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn due to this sudden change.

"It seems that the other party can no longer hold back."

Genichirō Sanada reached out to adjust the iconic baseball cap on his head, slowly turning his body vigilantly, and carefully looked around with his sharp eyes, not missing any corner, while speaking in a deep voice with a hint of seriousness.

"Perhaps it was the strength Captain Beichuan just displayed that accelerated everything."

There was still a gentle smile on Yukimura Seiichi's lips, but in the darkness, the smile seemed a little mysterious.

There was a special sharp light in his eyes, as if it could penetrate the darkness and see through all the secrets hidden therein.

"Humph!"

Almost at the moment darkness fell, Akutsu quickly grasped his racket tightly in his hand without saying a word.

In the darkness, his eyes, flashing with fierce light, were like two cold stars in the night sky, scanning everything around him.

The next moment, the darkness as thick as ink was suddenly disturbed.

Rays of light, like sharp blades suddenly drawn from their sheaths in the dark night, shot out in an instant with a biting chill.

These streams of light shuttled through the darkness, with sharp trajectories, aiming directly at everyone in the venue.

A sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard, and the sound was like the shrill and piercing air defense alarm being suddenly sounded when the city was attacked by air.

The sound echoed back and forth in the empty tennis hall, wave after wave, piercing the eardrums and causing the heart to beat violently with the sound.

The Swiss U-17 team was in a position where they suffered the most intense attacks.

Tennis balls were like dense shotgun shells, sweeping towards them.

The tennis balls shimmered with an eerie light in the darkness, so densely packed together, so numerous that it made one's scalp tingle.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Almost at the same time, dull and heavy impact sounds rang out one after another.

That was the sound of a tennis ball hitting the human body at an extremely high speed, and each sound was accompanied by the vibration of bones and muscles.

Immediately afterwards, screams came from every corner of the venue. These sounds intertwined together and echoed continuously in the dark tennis hall, as if they were wails from hell.

"what!!!"

Someone let out a roar of extreme pain, the sound was like being torn by endless agony, almost bursting through the throat.

"Hey! What's wrong with you? Wake up!"

The anxious cries were filled with worry and helplessness, standing out in the chaotic and noisy scene, but were instantly drowned out by more voices.

There were also some faint sounds that rose and fell in the chaos and eventually dissipated.

The situation was completely out of control. People were running around in panic. Some fell to the ground, some bumped into each other, and the whole tennis stadium seemed to be in a chaotic scene of doomsday.

"How cruel and ruthless~"

Beichuan stood in the chaos, his posture upright, his expression calm, and he said this softly.

His voice was not loud, but it seemed to have a unique penetrating power and could be heard clearly in the noisy environment.

The voice just fell.

He casually waved his right hand, and in his hand he firmly grasped the tennis racket that had been with him for a long time.

The racket in his hand seemed to be integrated with his body, full of familiar tacit understanding.

Then, Beichuan lowered his head slightly, and opened his lips slightly, as if muttering to himself: "The wind is blowing..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force on his toes, and his whole body was like a spring that was compressed to the extreme and then exploded in an instant.

The soles of the shoes rubbed violently against the ground, and the hard ground raised clouds of dust under this powerful force.

The dust quickly gathered and swirled under his feet, forming a small spiral of dust, as if a miniature storm was forming under his feet.

He drew the racket with one arm, his movements smooth as flowing water, and with an indescribable sense of power.

At this moment, he was like a battle-hardened archer, drawing a full-moon bow, exuding a terrifying aura.

At the moment his shoulder blades relaxed, the loose team uniform on his body was stretched into sharp folds by the suddenly tensed back muscles.

These folds are distributed along the muscle lines of his back, perfectly outlining his explosive physique, and every line demonstrates his powerful physical fitness accumulated through long-term training.