I had indeed placed my expectations too low.
"That big ghost has no idea how to torture people. He should learn from me." I couldn't help but mutter.
"You're crazy! That big ghost doesn't even have such a strong fighting spirit."
"This is the technique of hitting multiple balls in a row." Sanada explained calmly.
"My fighting spirit is not strong enough to cover up my physical fatigue." Everyone was impressed by Toyama Kamishiro Lan's fighting spirit.
The brilliance of Inotra's skills made us all unconsciously overlook an important point.
"That's not Da Jin. For me, playing against a weak opponent will always make me feel tired and frustrated. As long as I can still lift my racket, I will keep playing."
"Kamiyo, you haven't lost yet. You will keep going up and I will see less of your skills."
Everyone is about to become numb.
The light of the perfect robe under Toyama Kamishiro Lan's body had not disappeared long ago. I served the ball again in a clumsy manner, my posture like a robot that had lost its former vitality.
After completing that attack, Toyama Shindai Lan fell back to the ground, his face covered with white dust, revealing a Sdao smile.
"Hasn't it slowed down to the limit yet?" Kintaro frowned, his eyes flickering.
The tennis ball fragments are regular shapes, and because the shapes are the same, the speeds at which we travel through the air should also be the same.
Eight tennis balls were connected in a straight line, hitting the rackets one by one, colliding with each other when bouncing, and scattering on the court like flowers from the sky.
"It's a pity that the Bankai of Gaochengkai was forced to come out."
"That time it was an eight-point power combination. Even the high-achieving God Dai Lan in his prime might not have been able to fight back, let alone me in my current state." Jingxia Shou said solemnly.
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