inspire-indiana Chapter 514: Shock all villains, Beichuan’s synonym - devil?
Chapter 514: Shock all villains, Beichuan’s synonym - devil?
"I can't...move..."
Witnessing this scene, even the mature A. Frankensteiner could hardly move at this moment.
His feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and his body was as stiff as a cold stone.
His eyes widened as he stared at the silver light, his eyes filled with fear and despair.
His lips trembled slightly, and he muttered to himself: "This... How is this possible..."
call out!
next moment.
The tennis ball appeared in sight like a ghost, flashing towards A. Frankensteiner at an unimaginable speed.
The speed was so fast that it was dizzying. All I could see was a blurry light and shadow, like a meteor across the night sky, disappearing in a flash.
After A. Frankensteiner took a deep breath, a sense of determination surged in his heart, and he finally chose to fight back.
He held the racket tightly with both hands, his arms trembling slightly, and swung the racket with all his strength.
There was a hint of unwillingness in his eyes, as if he was issuing a final challenge to fate.
Just the moment the racket in his hand touched the tennis ball.
The racket in my hand felt like it had hit a towering mountain.
In an instant, cracks visible to the naked eye appeared.
The crack spread rapidly, covering the entire racket like a spider web.
A. Frankensteiner's hands were numb from the shock, and the muscles in his arms ached as if they were being pricked by thousands of needles.
His body fell back uncontrollably, his face filled with shock and fear.
As for A. Frankensteiner, who was still trying a little while ago, he was completely defeated at this moment.
There was nothing but fear in his eyes!
His eyes were filled with despair and his body fell back uncontrollably.
The key is.
At this moment, his sight was constantly and rapidly moving backwards.
Pfft! ! !
A. Frankensteiner slammed into the wire mesh without any hindrance.
The collision was dull and loud, as if it was sounding the death knell for his failure.
His body hung limply on the wire mesh, and his face looked extremely ugly.
It's like the feeling of a dying person.
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were empty, as if his soul had left his body.
"Cough cough cough..."
A. Frankensteiner coughed painfully, and each cough seemed like a struggle, expressing his unwillingness and pain.
His body twitched slightly, as if he was enduring great torture.
Compared to the horrific situation of A. Frankensteiner.
The national team players who were watching were shocked and stunned by the tragic scene on the court.
The huge ravines looked like they were plowed by the hand of God.
It's really shocking to watch.
Countless cracks appeared around this huge ravine.
The cracks were densely packed, like wounds on the earth, emitting a heart-pounding aura.
But it can be placed in a crack that would have made people's scalps numb in the past.
But it seems insignificant at this moment.
Quite literally.
The terrifying destructive power before their eyes made the onlookers doubt whether Beichuan had suppressed his own strength to the national level.
Their hearts were filled with confusion and shock, and there was a hint of fear in their eyes.
They looked at each other, each with the same question in their eyes: "Is this really the power a middle school student can display?"
And after this.
These people were relieved.
First, be thankful that they did not foolishly challenge each other like A. Frankensteiner.
Then I was glad that I had subconsciously retreated a distance.
otherwise.
The ending may not be the suffocating feeling it is now.
Instead, it will be like A. Frankensteiner embedded in the wire mesh at this moment.
"Cough cough cough..."
"Gulu~~~"
Just when the entire tennis stadium was in dead silence.
A. Frankensteiner's wailing voice instantly broke this.
At this moment, his face was extremely pale.
The whole person looked like an eggplant hit by frost, wilted to the extreme.
The key is.
It seemed that the other party had forgotten the pain, his eyes were filled with Beichuan's figure, and his body kept twitching and shaking.
Cold sweat kept dripping down as if it couldn't be stopped.
Just a moment.
His clothes looked like they had been soaked in water.
"Is this really something a first-year junior high school student could display?"
At this moment.
A player from an unknown national team whispered with difficulty.
The voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with endless shock and confusion.
But it is particularly clear in this tennis hall.
however.
It was so clear that no one present responded.
There was no sound from anyone except A. Frankensteiner's wailing.
It seemed as if he was afraid of being targeted by the devil the next moment.
after all.
Just two balls.
The stadium seemed to be completely broken.
Quite literally.
After this game is over.
This stadium can only be rebuilt and there is no possibility of maintenance.
The ground was full of potholes and gullies, and it was a mess.
If it weren’t for Beichuan’s first visit to the UK.
The people present even suspected that this tennis team had some grudge against Kitagawa.
"Shura?"
Berti Barisavich Polk frowned, stared at Beichuan, and muttered to himself.
"I remember in the documentary I collected from Neon, there was a player named Fengsha Shura who had some skills."
He narrowed his eyes slightly and tried hard to recall.
"Did this guy evolve that move?"
There was a hint of surprise and curiosity in his eyes.
“It’s really scary!”
He couldn't help but sigh.
"Is this the sublimation that comes with reaching the professional level?"
His mind was full of doubts and thoughts.
Berti Barisavich Polk didn't care at all about A. Frankensteiner's miserable performance on the court.
Instead, he stared at Beichuan and started thinking.
next moment.
Beichuan on the court turned around and looked straight at him.
There was an extremely gentle smile on his face.
But in the eyes of Berti Barisavich Polk, that smile looked like the devil's smile.
"devil?!"
For an instant.
This word arose in Berti Barisavich Polk's mind.
His body trembled slightly, and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart.
His eyes were full of awe and vigilance, as if he was facing a messenger from hell.