Even if it surpasses others, it still cannot imitate the key core!
"I am who I am. No matter how much you imitate me, you are still just an imitation. It is impossible for me to admit it directly at this moment. It is impossible at any time!"
This is his only persistence and pride——
The Nioh version of Reinhardt sighed helplessly, "Okay, since you insist so much, then I won't say anything!" He admired this man's persistence, but in the end he still had to win the game himself?
"I will not show you mercy from now on, let's get started -"
Although he would still hide his true level, but——
The normal game will also be ended as quickly as possible, and everything for today will be finished.
"Come on!" He laughed, and he frowned, saying that he was not the captain of America.
A thick fog rose around them, covering the two beings, both of whom were Reinhardt.
The Neon team was not surprised, but the people in the audience were very surprised. What was going on? Why was there fog in the stadium?
"Doesn't he want us to see his special move? He actually covered the scene with fog!"
I don’t know how this was done, but it feels magical.
"What do you want to do?"
In the fog, Nioh abandoned Reinhardt's appearance and turned back into himself, but at this moment he was smiling, and there was a strange kind of complacency in his smile, as if he had done something bad and succeeded, and then he was looking at the guy opposite with a smile, as if he wanted to do more bad things.
"What conspiracy are you engaged in?"
"Hey, how can you say I'm plotting something? I'm clearly doing my own thing in a very righteous, upright and happy way!" Ren Wang said.
What she was doing from beginning to end was fulfilling herself, and she didn't want to scheme against anyone, so please take a good look at the self she showed next.
“I’m really working hard to perfect my skills!!”
Ren Wang laughed.
He was smiling, but the corners of his eyes showed a chill that made people tremble with fear. Before Reinhardt could be more alert, he heard footsteps coming from behind Niou. The next second, Reinhardt's eyes widened, and he looked at the person behind him in disbelief.
Behind Niou came a Byodoin Phoenix.
"How is that possible?"
He gasped, his tone exclaiming.
"No, how did you do it? Could it be that the thick fog covered the entire audience? And then you dragged the Byodoin Phoenix over? You are violating the rules of the competition!"
Reinhardt exploded. How could this happen? It's so unfair. And what the hell is going on!
Can't people just have some basic respect for the game?
"I didn't break any of the rules of the game. I just used my mental power to conjure up a Byodoin Phoenix and competed with you!"
He chuckled, not hiding his eccentricity and happiness.
"Of course you shouldn't misunderstand me. What I mean is that he and I are playing this match with you together. You can think of it as two against one now!"
Facing Reinhardt's increasingly frustrated expression, he smiled and patted the shoulder of the Byodoin Phoenix who had already walked to his side, "There is one more thing I need to tell you in advance. Although this is an illusion created by my mental power, I am very familiar with him and have used his illusion many times. I am very familiar with his various numerical abilities, including his moves!"
"Wait a moment, I guess you will feel that you are facing an identical Byodoin Phoenix. Don't be too surprised, it is really just an illusion, not a real person!"
“Ha…Ah!!!”
Reinhardt's head was throbbing. How could he play this game? There was no way to play it, right? To be honest, he still recognized Nioh's ability. Generally speaking, although this guy was a little bit of a fox and didn't say much truth, but as long as he said it seriously, it was almost true!
Just like what I am saying now, although it sounds incredible, this guy is Niou. Last year, he created the Phoenix of Byodoin Temple alone, and deceived all of them. It was not until a year later that the truth was discovered by Niou Masaharu!
He can really do things that no one can imagine!
so……
As a captain, he was rational and had been a world-class player for many years. He certainly couldn't give up. But as Reinhardt had a plan in mind, he really wanted to say, can this game not be played? Can he give up now? Can he give up at the speed of light? This game was too difficult to play. There was no need to continue playing!
Facing Nioh's grinning face, Reinhardt could only curse in his heart, it was too much.
How unfair is God that he sent down a scourge like Niou Masaharu to harm their tennis community!
Tsk!
"Alright, alright, let's start fighting. Even though there are two of you, it's impossible for me to admit defeat now—"
Reinhardt has given up on saving himself. Since he has given up on saving himself, he will move forward bravely.
Go ahead, go ahead. Actually, the final ending is not that great. Even if you get broken and bloody, it’s nothing. Just go ahead and talk about it first!
He has a good mentality, and Nioh admires it very much, but admiration cannot make him give up his original intention of the game and give his whole heart to this game.
"I'm going to use all my strength from now on. The greatest respect I can show you is to have a good match with you!"
After Niou finished speaking, he called upon the phantom Byodoin Phoenix standing beside him to move forward and prepare for the attack.
Don't be shy, this is a competition. It's respectful for two people to beat him alone!
The two of them were very familiar with each other because of their many years of interaction. They were very familiar with each other's personalities and tactics. So when they played together, it was very smooth and well coordinated. In the first few balls, Reinhardt was beaten back!
Of course, they were defeated step by step. Reinhardt was already difficult to handle when two against one, and now he could not handle it anymore!
The blond man opposite gritted his teeth and looked at the two people opposite viciously, even though one was a real person and the other was an illusion!
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