Chapter 163 Ghost, I'm at the top, waiting for you
"It appears, Bankai!" The moment he saw the Black Rope Heavenly Punishment Myooh, Onijujiro's hand holding the racket tightened tightly, and his breathing became disordered for a moment.
When he was watching a battle before, he had seen Kamishiro Ai use his Bankai, and the strange sea of blood was still vivid in his mind.
But now, the Bankai used by Kamishiro Ai is completely different from the previous sea of blood.
If the sea of blood is full of weirdness and brutality.
So now Bankai is the power and tyranny that is enough to crush everything.
"Is he a power tennis player?" This thought flashed through Kijujiro's mind, but he quickly denied it.
The skills displayed by Kamishiro Ai are undoubtedly powerful.
This kind of player is called...all-rounder.
"Crack, crack, crack." Tian Jian Ming Wang stood up, towering into the clouds, with strong legs, and the Zanpakuto in his arms slashed across.
"Boom!" A crack appeared in the ground in an instant, and the air flow swallowed the oncoming tennis ball.
"It's too horrible. Such power can destroy a tennis court, right?" Tachibana and Chitose stretched out their hands to block the flying sand in the court, their faces changing.
At the same time, there is a hint of bitterness in their hearts.
If Kamishiro Lan used this kind of power to compete with them, he could kill them with one shot.
Such a gap is too difficult to catch up.
"Oh, this Bankai is very direct and violent. It is different from other Bankai. It's a pity that this tennis court needs to be renovated later. It costs a lot of money." Nanjiro put on sunglasses and said in a frivolous tone.
As the King of Heavenly Punishment launched his attack, strong winds blew, the earth shook, and everyone was unable to control their balance.
"That coach..." However, Irie Kanata noticed that Nanjiro stood steadily in the strong wind and did not even need to hold the railing with his hands to steady his body.
He immediately understood that Nanjiro was no simple coach.
Fudo Peak is so mysterious.
Irie Kanata withdrew his gaze and looked back at the field.
"Swish." The tennis ball rolled up a large piece of rubble and swept towards Oni Jujiro, leaving a deep mark on the ground below.
Facing the oncoming tennis ball, Kijujiro's teeth chattered and made noises, and his face looked hideous due to the strong wind.
"I can't catch this ball!" He felt his breathing stagnate, and his pupils reflected the tennis ball that was like a bomb.
Are you just going to give up like this?
Of course not.
I can promise you all that I will become the No. 1 tennis player in Japan!
"Kijujiro, why do you play tennis? What is tennis to you?" Kamishiro Ai's voice penetrated all sounds and reached Kijujiro's ears, exploding like thunder.
"For me... tennis is a commitment..." Kijujiro's left foot stomped out suddenly, gripping the ground firmly, turning sideways, pulling his right arm behind him, and his arm muscles bulging.
"Really? Are you playing tennis for someone else?"
"No!"
Scenes from past training and competitions come to mind.
The sky was blue and tennis was pure.
It turns out that I have lost so much without realizing it.
Onijūjiro's body shook.
Oni Jujiro's eyes widened, bloodshot, and he shouted at the top of his lungs:
"I really like playing tennis! I want to become the No. 1 tennis player in Japan!" As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling light enveloped Jijujiro.
Everyone was shocked: "Perfect?! He actually realized Perfect?!"
In just one week, they witnessed two seamless births.
"He looks so fierce, but he really loves tennis so much?" Oishi Shuichiro said with a complicated expression: "He has abilities that are far beyond our reach, but he still loves tennis more than us."
"Don't underestimate yourself, Oishi. I can feel everyone's love for tennis. The fact that we can stand here and watch their game is enough to represent our devotion to tennis." Tezuka Kunimitsu said in a deep voice.
"That's right, we will continue to play tennis and keep playing until we reach the national competition!" Momoshiro Takeshi cheered.
"Young people nowadays are really amazing. They break their own limits and have a clearer understanding of their own strengths and weaknesses. Their whole bodies are wrapped in a seamless glow, a glow of fortitude born because of someone." Nanjiro put away his usual nonchalant attitude and talked to himself seriously.
"Who is this man? Why does he know so much about Perfect Match?" Irie Kanata frowned and thought to himself.
........
Feel your weakness, accept your weakness, and break your weakness.
When you face your own fragility, let your strength overcome your weakness, and completely release the pure love for tennis, you will be enveloped by the radiance of fortitude.
"Kamiyo!!" Onijujiro's hair stood up, and a sincere and pure smile appeared on his face. The ghost shadow behind him became more stareful and completely attached to his arm.
"Playing ball with you... is really fun!"
The muscles in Kijujiro's arms bulged, and he swung his arm. As he swung, the shadow of a ghost or god enveloped him.
At that moment, he turned into a ghost, holding a long knife, and chopped the oncoming tennis ball with all his strength.
"Bang!" With a loud noise like a cannonball, a purple-black light flashed by.
"Boom!" The ground under Kijujiro's feet cracked and his body sank 2 centimeters. At the same time, the tennis ball appeared in front of Kamishiro Lan in a flash.
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