"This is... a skill of controlling the power of space? !! How is it possible?! No, if it's Kamishiro Ran, then it's really possible." Seeing all this, Mifune Nyudo's pupils shook wildly.
Space and time are uncontrollable in everyone's cognition, but in the world competition, these two items can be controlled.
It’s just that there may not be a tennis player who can control it for decades.
Mifune Nyudo remembered that there was a retired professional tennis player in the United States who could control space.
They have faced off in the past.
There are too many masters in this world.
The tennis players who compete in world championships are not necessarily the best ones. Many masters are hidden behind the scenes.
"Spatial ability, Kamishiro, you really gave me a big problem. What should Japan do in the World Championship?" Mifune Nyudo frowned and muttered to himself with a headache.
"Is this his alternate dimension? No, it should be the first release, Kamishiro, you really make me more and more excited. The pleasure of destroying you must be very intense!" Byodoin Phoenix suppressed her excitement patiently, her eyes fiery.
"Space ball skills? This guy Kamishiro is really dangerous. Even with my current strength, I have no chance of winning against him." Echizen Ryuga shook his head: "Unless I can master the Samurai Dimension."
Previously, Ryuga Echizen had all his memories about tennis sealed by Kamishiro Ai. After training day after day, he found his own direction in tennis and even mastered many skills.
Even without the devouring ability, his strength could reach the professional level.
Moreover, after his devouring ability was unlocked, he didn't even know how strong he was.
But even so, he could feel the suffocating pressure from Kamishiro Lan like a tsunami.
"Kamiyo, I'm looking forward to the match with you." Echizen Ryuga said in his heart.
He looked in the direction of Echizen Ryoma again, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Little guy, you have to grow up quickly."
At this moment, Kamishiro Lan walked into the gate. After being twisted, the gate returned to calm, and the air was fresh, as if nothing had happened. However, everyone's shocked expressions showed that all this was not an illusion, but really happened.
"In the Age of Gods, the gap between us is getting bigger and bigger." Atobe Keigo couldn't help but be a little dazed.
He calls himself a genius, but under the brilliance of Kamishiro Ai, he looks like a mediocre person.
"This world competition will be difficult, so everyone should be prepared." Mifune Nyudo's eyes flickered and he finally sighed.
"We will have to double our training efforts from now on. No matter which national team Kamishiro joins, it will be a fatal blow to us."
Street tennis courts in Switzerland.
"Bang."
The tennis ball rolled to the ground with blood, and the whole court was silent.
"Is that all?" Kamishiro Lan grabbed the strings expressionlessly. "I heard that this is the strongest street tennis court in Switzerland, and even professional players may show up here. Now it seems like nothing special."
Kamishiro Lan's eyes were cold, as if he was looking at a dead person.
Opposite him, a tennis player was half-kneeling on the ground, covering his arms. There was still fear on his face and obvious scars all over his body.
What was even more striking was that his eyes were dull and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul.
If the Fudomine regulars were here, they would definitely exclaim: "This is the kind of minister who will be the minister after the ban on violent tennis!"
Although the entire stadium was filled with spectators, it was actually silent.
A few seconds passed before noisy discussions began.
"Who is this Asian man? He even defeated Santosh, who is one of the top three players in our stadium."
"It's incredible that Santosh didn't even get a single point and he's close to being a professional."
"Doesn't that mean this guy has reached professional level?"
"That's impossible. Look at his appearance. He's just a high school student at best."
"Damn it, this guy has played almost ten games, all 6-0, and he didn't even break a sweat."
Although the street tennis court was full of people, no one dared to challenge Kamishiro Lan.
"Is this the level of tennis in Switzerland? It's really bad." Kamishiro Lan's face turned cold and he said disdainfully: "It seems that this year Switzerland is just like this."
After hearing what Kamishiro Lan said, the people around him were angry but dared not say anything.
After all, it is a fact that Kamishiro Ai blew up the tennis court.
"Don't be so arrogant." A street tennis player threatened: "When the professional players come, you will cry."
"Really? I'm looking forward to it. I will stay here for seven days. If no one can beat me in seven days, then..." Kamishiro Lan tossed the ball and slammed the racket. The next moment, the tennis ball turned into a meteorite, dragging a long flame and hitting the wire mesh.
"Bang!" With a roar, a hole at least five meters wide was blown into the barbed wire that was at least three meters high.
"Next time the ball will be aimed at you."
Putting aside the threat, Kamishiro Lan picked up his golf bag and walked towards the door slowly.
"Bang."
Swiss U17 training camp stadium.
"Bang!" The tennis ball passed by quickly and embedded itself into the wire mesh.
"Huff." Alexander Amadeus took a long breath and twisted his wrist.
His condition has reached its peak and he is ready to participate in the next World Open at any time.
"Have you heard that a man named Death appeared on the street tennis court recently, and no one has been able to defeat him for three consecutive days." Swiss team head coach Jean came over and said.
"Death?" Amadeus was stunned for a moment and smiled disdainfully.
Adimas knows that some professional U17 players occasionally go to street tennis courts to play, but Adimas is a person who is immersed in his own training and doesn't pay much attention to these street tennis things in Switzerland.
You know, the street and the professional world are two completely different worlds.
What God of Death? It's just a big name.
How strong can a street fighter be?
Seeing Amadeus's appearance, Qin smiled and said, "That Grim Reaper is not simple. I have a video here."
He brought the unbelieving Amadeus into the room and played the video.
In the video, Kamishiro Lan's Shikai exploded and easily defeated the opponent.
Amadeus's expression gradually became grim.
"This is not an alternate dimension," he said in a deep voice.
"That's right, but I think his real strength has definitely reached the professional level." Qin said.
"I think such talents cannot be left out, it is better to absorb them into our U17 team. This is also the idea of the senior management."
After that, Qin quietly waited for Amadeus's answer.
"I understand, but only this time." Amadeus snorted coldly: "I will go to the street tennis court to meet him in the afternoon."
After saying that, he continued training.
The reason he agreed was not just the 'mission' of the training camp.
It was more of my curiosity about Kamishiro Lan.
"Show me what you can do."
(End of this chapter)
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