Compared to Echizen Nanjiro's bad intentions.

At this moment.

Echizen Ryoma on the court of Green Forest Tennis Park was stunned.

He even felt a murderous aura.

Of course.

As for whether it was Kitagawa's murderous aura or from Echizen Nanjiro on the other side of the ocean, it is unknown.

"Huh..."

"To be honest."

"Every time I meet you again, I feel more powerless."

"Sometimes, I have also thought about whether my talent is inferior to others or my talent is too poor?"

"But."

"No matter which reason it is."

"My beacon will never change a bit!"

"And you, Kitagawa."

"Before you reach the top of the world, you can only be my goal, my competitor!"

Huh!

He exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

Echizen Ryoma directly pointed the racket in his hand at Kitagawa on the opposite side.

With a serious expression, he spoke solemnly and forcefully.

At the same time.

A milky white dreamy light different from before emerged from his body.

The limit of a thousand hammers and a hundred tempers, open!

In an instant, it seemed as if all the fatigue and pressure before were swept away.

A strong and powerful breath that penetrated people's hearts gradually emerged in this light.

If the previous Echizen Ryoma was just a poor novice holding a bamboo sword.

Then now he is more like a swordsman who came from thousands of people and walked towards thousands of enemies.

"Although my swordsmanship is still far from perfect."

"But since I have stood on this court."

"Even if it is useless, I will move forward bravely!"

The voice without any emotion gradually echoed on the court.

All the breath gradually restrained.

Then gathered on the arm holding the racket and the racket.

Invisible sword energy, tangible light, and dazzling white light.

At this moment.

It was as if Echizen Ryoma was holding a peerless sword in his hand.

Whoosh!

His eyes followed his body.

The tennis ball in his hand flew lightly into the air.

He stood upright, holding the racket in reverse, just like drawing a sword.

"Yanma-Ryu-sakura!"

At the moment when the tennis ball fell in front of him.

Echizen Ryoma drew his sword and swung it almost in a flash.

There was no earth-shattering breath and momentum, nor any deafening roar and sonic boom.

There was only extreme speed.

It seemed to cut through hell.

However.

Until the next moment.

The sword light carrying the tennis ball kept refracting.

It was like a crazy chop, one sword after another, and no sword missed.

And in fact.

This ball was indeed constantly refracting with those sword lights.

To be honest.

As for where this ball would fall.

Even the performer, Echizen Ryoma, didn't know.

As for predicting where the ball would land.

That's even more impossible.

"This ball is not bad."

"But you are still too immature now."

"Well, I'm talking about kendo tennis."

"Since this is your strongest ball, it's impolite not to return the favor."

"I'll show you a new skill as well."

With a gleam in his eyes, Kitagawa chuckled.

Perhaps this ball is quite difficult for many people.

But for Kitagawa, who can show advanced skills.

It won't cause any trouble at all.

Creak~

Indistinctly.

A sound of a door opening seemed to come from the void.

Tap... tap... tap...

At the same time.

Among the countless sword lights above Kitagawa.

A tall figure loomed over.

It was just a moment.

The sword light seemed to freeze on the spot.

Clang...

Crack...Crack...Crack...

The sound of chains, the sound of swords breaking, etc. came into Ryoma Echizen's ears one after another.

A feeling of suffocation that he could not control arose spontaneously.

Cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead unconsciously.

The body's self-protection mechanism seemed to be stimulated by something.

Adrenaline surged.

"I call this ball--"

"Abyss!"

The voice without any emotion seemed to ring in Ryoma Echizen's ears.

Suddenly.

Kitagawa slowly raised the racket in his hand.

The next moment.

The figure gradually appeared in Ryoma Echizen's sight.

The upper body was naked, and countless blood-stained chains were wrapped around his arms and legs.

He held a broken iron sword in his hand.

But the sword was filled with endlessThe wailing of demons and monsters.

And in this scene, this figure is shrouded in milky white light.

A different kind of sacred feeling fills people's hearts.

"Suppress!"

The figure stared at Echizen Ryoma mercilessly.

The broken sword in his hand slowly raised and pointed at the other party.

With the moment the sound fell.

The sword light shattered, and the tennis ball appeared.

Bang!

At the same time.

Kitagawa also swung the racket in his hand.

After a crisp collision sounded.

The tennis ball seemed to turn into a sword shadow and flashed by.

Wherever it passed, gullies emerged and cracks grew.

In the dust waves.

The figure had already appeared in front of Echizen Ryoma with a sword, and the sword tip was against the opponent's jaw.

Drop!

The extreme fear instantly devoured Echizen Ryoma's heart.

Cold sweat dripped, and the tennis ball fell to the ground.

At this moment, it was as if the earth was shaking.

Boom!!!

In the violent roar, everyone gradually fell into a state of deafness.

Until a moment later.

The dust waves dissipated, and the dilapidated court and Echizen Ryoma standing on the court in a daze appeared in front of everyone.

"It's amazing!"

"I just gave some advice, and now it's done."

"The statue of a different dimension that walked out of the limit of a thousand hammers and a hundred tempers, one of the three gates deep in the realm of no self..."

"My theory can do it!"

Watching all this, Bantian Mikiya couldn't help but mutter.

There was surprise and emotion on his face.

"Mr. Bantian~"

"So you are giving advice to others, which means you are talking about a theory that no one has ever practiced?"

Swallowing his saliva, Sengoku Kiyomizu, with a dry mouth and tongue, couldn't help but open his eyes wide and exclaimed.

"What are you yelling about?"

"Hasn't this been proven?"

"The fusion of the selfless state and Ashura Shinto..."

"Well, I think it can be called--"

Banda Kan'ya glanced at Sengoku Kiyomizu, and then smiled and spoke softly.

But when he came to the name, he frowned again.

But a flash of inspiration came to him, and he thought of the God of Tennis.

Then he said solemnly-"Shinto!"

Compared to what was said here.

Echizen Nanjiro, who was far away in the Free Country, kept blinking his eyes and looking at the screen.

After a long time.

He squeezed out a few words.

"Is this a way that a human can think of?!"

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