Tennis Movie King Kanata Irie

"Black battle axe!"

Just as the ghost was about to turn around and hit a killing blow, he saw the violent spin of the tennis ball as it flew towards him.

"no..."

"By chance?"

The ghost is not 100% sure that he can hit the black battle axe. Immediately, he glanced at Irie, a face full of smiles.

"It's not a coincidence."

After taking a look, the ghost finally understood the strength of this opponent.

Very strong.

If you don't lift the 60% restriction, you may not be able to defeat the opponent.

Immediately.

He lifted the restriction, and the terrifying momentum surged out. Unlocking the ghost of the momentum, racquet aimed at the tennis ball and shot it out.

boom!

The next moment, the wind roared and the tennis ball exploded towards Irie.

He ducked slightly, and the tennis ball fell from behind, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.

The dust swirled slightly, and the tennis ball rolled back to Irie's feet.

"1-0!"

Although the ghost aura is still there, it has calmed down a lot. He glanced at Kanata Irie with a look of surprise on his face: "You seem...to have some energy left."

"Um..."

Irie nodded slightly.

"Oh? Do you really want a draw?" Gui thought about it and knew what Irie was planning. He grinned and said, "If you can do it, just give it a try."

boom!

This time, he chose to serve first.

The tennis ball rolled out, as if breaking through the waves on the sea, as if the calm sea suddenly set off waves, and the waves were rough.

Not just power.

The speed is also outstanding!

There was a thud as the tennis ball passed through Irie's figure.

He looked so thin.

However, such a thin figure, when he takes a step, gives the ghost the illusion that he is a mortal comparable to a god.

boom!

Irie racquet hit the tennis ball and fell into the eyes of the ghost. His pupils shrank and he made a rational judgment: "If you don't want to get hurt, stop it. That's not something you can fight back... What!"

boom!

The ball did not fall.

The ghost's judgment was ruthlessly destroyed.

Fight back!

The moment he looked up at the figure, what Oni saw was Irie with a terrifying aura.

Turbulent like the sea.

This is momentum!

Irie's status skill!

There was a blue energy on him, forming a majestic momentum, surging and twisting.

"Above the country? Then I'm not welcome..."

The ghost grinned.

There was a bang.

The dust around him instantly swept out in all directions, and his figure turned into red lightning, drifting in front of the tennis ball.

There was a sudden stop.

He and the tennis ball moving at high speed formed an absolute stillness. In an instant, he raised his arm and knocked out the tennis ball.

boom! !

Brutal and domineering power was injected into the tennis ball, and dust billowed up wherever it passed.

puff!

The tennis ball breaks through the smoke and reaches Irie.

However, his expression remained unchanged, Racquet hit the tennis ball, there was a slight delay, and the tennis ball was thrown out by him.

Looking at the tennis ball falling in front of him, Ghost's face showed an unprecedented seriousness.

Strong enemy!

"Come again!"

The ghost raised his legs slightly, suddenly pulled out the racquet in his hand, and violently flew the net racquet away.

boom!

The next moment, the ghost stepped forward and continuously bombarded Kanata Irie. His aura turned into an aura and surged in all directions.

Irie responds to the attacks of ghosts by cutting or cutting.

One for offense and one for defense.

The ghost tried to swallow Kanata Irie's momentum, but was blocked.

Because it’s a one-goal battle.

Irie did not choose to confront the opponent head-on, but instead hit both sides back and forth.

Boredom flashed in the ghost's eyes.

But he still took the chance.

He jumped on the soles of his feet, turned his whole body 360 degrees, hit the tennis ball with his backhand, put his other hand on it, and laughed: "You are pretty good... It's a pity that you are not Byōdōin Hōō!"

In the case of Byōdōin Hōō, the choice would be a head-on collision.

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, he struck a terrifying blow.

The black light seemed to break through the entire court.

But Irie understood that this was just an illusion, a kind of imposing shock.

"Black battle axe? Nothing more than that..."

Irie slowly raised the racquet, her eyes focused on the black light that locked him. The moment it landed, terrifying energy spread out in circles.

boom!

The tennis ball landed on the ground, and the blue aura on his body surged again. The ghost's pores instantly stood up, and he knew... Irie was hiding her strength.

"What exactly is this state? It actually has the effect of improving his physical condition..."

boom!

But this is no longer something that ghosts can consider.

Because Irie has fired back.

Tap! !

The ghost appeared at the place where the tennis ball must pass. He suddenly raised his head and found the space behind Irie.

"Black cutting axe!"

boom!

It is different from the black battle ax.

The ax was like an ax thrown out, drawing a parabola from mid-air, passing through the court, and hitting Irie on the left side.

Maybe it's not just the left side.

Irie took a glance and saw the subtlety of the ball.

Like threading a needle, it hit the baseline, which shows that the ghost's skills are not weak at all.

Having said that, ghosts are not just born with magical powers.

The battle between Gao Yigui and Byodoin is described in detail in the original manga.

He defeated all of Byodoin's tricks with a flat A. Except for the perception of beasts, top-notch skills are essential.

"But...it's a bit tender."

Buzz! !

The dust scattered, and the tennis ball ejected from the baseline seemed to hit the wall of air and returned to Irie's side little by little.

"field!!!"

The ghost looked shocked.

The next moment, he took a defensive stance.

"seal up!"

Irie raised her bandaged left hand, spread her fingers, and heard a buzzing sound, as if mysterious power was emanating from it, permeating the entire court.

"Varied..."

The ghost feels his own body.

No, to be precise, his spirit was stagnant for a moment and his eyes were in a trance.

boom!

When he came to his senses, the tennis ball had already hit the baseline.