inspire-indiana Chapter 513: The fierce power appears, Shura advances
Chapter 513: The fierce power appears, Shura advances
On the tennis court.
A gentle breeze blew by, and the banners hanging on the side of the field fluttered gently, making a slight rustling sound.
The entire space was filled with a depressing and tense atmosphere, as if the air was compressed, making people feel a little breathless.
"Why did you choose to stop?"
Beichuan's steady and slightly magnetic voice echoed over the silent stadium.
He stood tall and straight at one side of the court, holding a tennis racket tightly in his hand, the sweat on the handle sparkling in the sunlight.
Beichuan raised his head slightly, his eyes like a sharp sword, shooting straight at A. Frankensteiner opposite him.
His eyes were deep and calm, yet seemed to contain an elusive meaning.
"Don't you want to use this tie-break to gain information about me?"
Kitagawa continued, his tone as calm as if he was chatting with an old friend.
He gently shook the tennis racket in his hand, and the strings rubbed against the air, making a series of subtle and crisp sounds, as if beating the rhythm of his words.
At this moment, Beichuan had a faint smile on his face. The smile seemed gentle, but it also revealed a kind of confidence and calmness.
"If you continue like this, I'm worried that this will cause you to have a hard-to-dispel haze~"
Beichuan's mouth corners slightly raised, outlining a faint smile.
That smile, set against the backdrop of the sunlight, made people inexplicably feel a chill.
His voice was still soft, but it seemed to carry a power that could penetrate people's hearts. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting A. Frankensteiner's heart hard.
"Is it okay if this is the result?"
Beichuan asked softly. His voice was not loud, but it echoed in the silent stadium for a long time.
A. Frankensteiner stood opposite with a panic-stricken look on his face, his body trembling slightly like a sieve.
His eyes were filled with fear and confusion, like a lamb lost in the darkness.
His lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the fear in his throat choked him and he couldn't make a sound.
Beichuan's lips curled up slightly into a deeper smile, which was a little sarcastic and seemed a bit helpless.
The words fell.
A. Frankensteiner's face suddenly changed color, and his originally pale face became as bloodless as white paper.
His lips trembled even more violently, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, sparkling in the sunlight.
His eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, as if the world suddenly collapsed at this moment.
In fact.
It's not just him, it's the same for everyone present.
A thick layer of frost seemed to have instantly condensed above the court, making everyone feel cold.
The national team players who came to watch the game had their eyes as round as copper bells, full of shock and disbelief.
Their mouths opened slightly, but they couldn't even utter a scream, as if an invisible hand was strangling their throats.
joke!
Regarding that ball just now, which national-level junior high school student would dare to fight back?
The ball whizzed through the air with an overwhelming and earth-shattering momentum, as if a bolt of lightning was about to split the world in two.
The powerful force distorted the surrounding air, causing bursts of sharp whistling sounds.
If I were a professional player, maybe there would be a chance to fight back.
But now, he was facing a junior high school student, an opponent whose strength was only at the national level, and he had to fight back against a world-class ball skill that was as powerful as a nuclear bomb.
This is simply asking the other party to die, which is purely an unrealistic fantasy.
"It's my turn to serve next."
Beichuan's voice broke the silence again, his tone still gentle, as if the terrifying scene just now had never happened.
"My friend, please be careful~"
Kitagawa smiled gently at A. Frankensteiner opposite him, and that smile was like the warmest sunshine in spring.
But in the eyes of A. Frankensteiner, it is more terrifying than the devil's smile.
A. Frankensteiner's eyes were filled with fear and despair, and his body subconsciously took a step back, as if trying to avoid the impending disaster.
moment--
A violent cyclone suddenly gathered above the stadium, as if a pair of giant hands from hell were stirring the air frantically.
The wind grew stronger and stronger, making a shrill whistling sound, blowing the spectators' hair into the air and their clothes into the wind like fluttering battle flags.
The metal frame vibrated miserably under the impact of this powerful force. The sound was sharp and piercing, like the desperate roar of a wounded beast.
The dust in the sky was carried by the strong wind and swept across the entire venue like a surging tide, interweaving with the sound of metal clashing, forming a creepy and terrifying sound effect.
The wind curtain that covered the sky and the sun instantly engulfed the entire stadium, plunging the entire world into chaos and darkness.
Before the people in the audience could even cry out in surprise, a deafening explosion was heard.
The sound was like thunder, as if it would shake the entire earth to pieces, making people's ears buzz and their hearts beat uncontrollably as if they were about to jump out of their throats.
The smoke and dust were like encountering an invisible sharp blade, and were instantly cut into thousands of silver threads that poured down and scattered in all directions.
"Be careful."
Beichuan showed his fangs and smiled brightly, and there was an innate confidence and arrogance in that smile.
His left hand slowly covered the end of the racket handle, his fingers long and strong, tightly gripping the racket as if it was the sharpest weapon in his hand.
The moment he stepped forward with his right foot, the gusts of air that had not yet dissipated immediately created circular ripples that spread out in circles, like the ripples that appear when a huge rock is thrown into a calm lake.
The silver light rose from his knuckles, gradually dyeing the racket and tennis ball a quenched white.
The light grew brighter and brighter, making it almost impossible for people to open their eyes, as if all the rays of the sun had gathered together at this moment.
"Shura!"
A light shout erupted from Beichuan's mouth.
The harsh sound of metal friction suddenly tore through the air, as if cutting the space into countless pieces.
The young man's waist twisted like a full bow, and the muscle chains all over his body were instantly tightened. Every muscle was exerting force, as if it contained endless power.
All the violent kinetic energy was poured into the tennis ball.
The moment the silver light exploded, the yellow-green sphere evaporated out of thin air in full view of everyone.
But silver snakes were seen dancing wildly in the sky above the court, and countless deadly zigzags cut the entire space into a web of death.
Those broken lines crisscrossed like a huge and complicated spider web, covering the entire court, leaving people with nowhere to escape, as if they were in a maze full of dangers.