Chapter 297: Desperate division, shock, and the blue wall standing on the court

"This goal should be enough to gain a foothold in U17." Looking at the joyful Thunder, everyone who has been to U17 fell silent.

During the U17 period, they saw the gap between themselves and the top players, witnessed multi-ball hits, and even saw light shots/different dimensions.

These are areas that they cannot reach at this stage.

But now, they saw skills comparable to light hitting in a person of the same age, no, a young man who was younger than them and had even less experience in the net.

"There is thunder everywhere. Kintaro Toyama's ball skills may be the most powerful thunder and lightning ball skills in the national competition." Tennis reporter Mamoru Inoue is almost numb.

Kamishiro Ai, Toyama Kintaro, and countless other geniuses after that.

There are so many talented people in the tennis world this year.

"Neon tennis is about to rise." Mamoru Inoue thought secretly in his heart with a complex expression of excitement and longing.

"Kamiyo!!" Toyama Kintaro roared, and the lightning in his hand merged with the sunlight to form a light that made it difficult for others to open their eyes.

His expression was excited and he used all his strength to hit the ball.

"Swish." At the same time, blood spurted out from under Toyama Kamishiro Lan's body. My pupils shrank, my face was filled with shock, and I half-knelt on the ground.

"Hey, Kamishiro, please don't die. If he dies, who will play basketball with you?" Toyama Kamishiro Lan let out a worried roar.

"That's... the violent tennis of Kamishiro." Tachibana swallowed hard and said in a deep voice.

"Danku... a very boring name. Toyama Kamishiro Ai's ultimate move is far from reaching the limit of Danku." Inui Sadaharu pushed his glasses consciously.

But Kintaro Toyama still used this skill without hesitation.

When the dust settled, everyone was shocked to find that a blue defensive wall no more than seven meters high had appeared in Feng Yuanyan's half of the field, with a white four-petal flower pattern printed underneath.

The shadow of Inotera in front of Kintaro suddenly appeared with eight arms, each holding a slender sickle.

Even though I was ravaged by Kintaro several times, I was able to stand up cowardly every time.

My first reaction was confusion, and then worry.

"Both offensive and defensive, it seems that the practicality and weakness of the ghost way are lower than you thought."

The wall looks like blue crystals, transparent and turbid, and at first glance you might think it's an ornamental piece.

What's more, the physical weakness of people in that world is extremely limited.

And now, Kintaro actually had no intention of fighting back at all, and used his body to resist the ball technique.

"Da Jin, that kind of ball skill is far from enough to hurt you."

That's one of the reasons why the death and injury rates at Worlds are so low.

In the eyes of others, Kintaro's movements were tense and freehand, but his sword blade did not seem particularly sharp.

"Such a generation of gods is really cold-blooded." Akutsu showed a bloodthirsty smile.

"Kamiyo." Thinking of that, Sanada couldn't help but clench his fists angrily: "You will definitely beat him. Tennis is a tool that can hurt people."

Kintaro's eighty-something ghost can beat the U17 elites.

When he landed, he immediately felt weak, but he still had a smile on his face.

Kintaro's wonderful voice came from the dust.

"Bang!!" Following eight consecutive explosions, six flat marks appeared under Feng Yuanyan's field in Yuanshan.

"The Forty-One of the Binding Techniques: Cutting the Sky." Kintaro had a smile on his face. After that, the tennis ball stayed in the air, as if the pause button had been pressed.

As the thunder ball exploded, dust filled the view.

Eight crescent-shaped sickles form a strange pattern.

All kinds of ball skills were used to destroy the court. If it hit a person, even Superman would have half his life.

The arms, calves, face and other parts all showed scars of the same degree.

.....

"We just defended that one shot, how are we going to fight back?"

"Did you see it wrong? The tennis ball is divided into eight pieces?" Echigo Ryoma rubbed his eyes and said in horror.

"Using my body to resist? Am I crazy?" There were cries of surprise from the audience.

From the moment the racket and the tennis ball collided, he knew that the skill was a success.

"That's actually the binding technique number 41?!!" Chitose Chiwai swallowed hard.

I am afraid of authority and challenging authority is my character.

At this moment, the tennis ball was suspended in mid-air, and Kintaro raised his racket quickly and calmly.

Facing the seven overflowing lights and the thunder that was enough to tear everything apart, Kintaro's expression was tense.

In the past, outside the college league, Kintaro showed similar violent tennis and almost destroyed himself.

"Cute, what does that guy think of tennis!" Momoshiro Takeshi shouted angrily.

And Feng Yuanyan in Yuanshan felt it most directly. The moment Feng Yuanyan raised his racket, I felt that I was completely locked in, as if I was in a net composed of hundreds and thousands of sharp blades, with no possibility of escape at all.

The weakness of ball skills is one thing, but the weakness of the human body is, after all, unlimited.

A trace of reminiscence appeared in my eyes.

"You fucking idiot, has Kamishiro Daiki gone crazy?" Echigo Nanjiro was stunned and stood up from the coaching seat subconsciously.

The whole picture lacks any artistic beauty.

"Bang!!" As the eight sickles fell, the tennis ball united from the inside out, blended into the sunlight, passed through a strange angle, and instantly passed over Feng Yuanyan's body in the distant mountains.

It's just because the impression of Kintaro in my mind is that he is rational, which is definitely not related to being cold-headed.

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