The God of Destruction

After the victory of Sang Yuan and Wen Tai, everyone at Lihai University cheered wildly.

Sanada Kanichiro also took a long breath and finally equalized the score. He was also very upset in the previous game. Although he did not face up, but the last ball Pan Chen's gas field intervention, so that his fighting spirit was in vain.

Make him a little angry.

Therefore, he very much hopes that Xingcun can crush Pan Chen. Of course, he is not saying how weak Pan Chen is, but he is confident that once Xingcun exerts his five senses.

Pan Chen will have no fighting spirit.

He had experienced such a painful experience once, and after that time, he never wanted to play against Xingcun again.

Vision, hearing, smell, touch, and taste are all lost.

Except for thinking, the whole person has lost everything, just like the loss of body.

In that state, the passage of time will be very slow, the whole person is very irritable, anxious, uneasy, and even irritable, not to mention playing the game, I am afraid that even tennis cannot be touched.

The tennis racket ca n’t be gripped, it ’s good to stand firm, then

Whatever the terrifying power Panchen possesses, powerful ball skills, and unparalleled speed, it is useless!

Everything will end! ! !

Pan Chen's mouth sneered, and glanced at the score bar, 1300 points.

Surely defeating Xingcun can earn about 2000 points? With the power of the enemy, the points are quickly superimposed.

He looked at Lihai University's elections with cold eyes.

The formal elections looked relaxed, and some people followed the people next to them with a smile and said, they are very confident about the outcome of this game, Pan Chen wants to beat Xingcun? !

Wait another few decades!

Pan Chen's eyes turned back to Xingcun Jingshi.

The person who is called the "son of God" has a smile on his face, wearing a school team coat, and looks confident.

Pan Chen must admit that Xingcun Jingshi is indeed very strong.

Although I don't know what other tricks he has, he can't play against him with just one of the five senses. The average person is afraid that after playing with him, he will never have the courage to fight him.

But still a little bit worse

"Have you just recovered from a serious illness? Don't force yourself too much, is it not good to go to the hospital again?" Pan Chen said with a smile.

Xingcun chuckled, "It looks good, but it's too weak."

When the words fell, he threw the coat directly and walked towards the back.

After the referee glanced, the game was announced.

This is the game that belongs to the national competition champion! Set a championship! ! !

"Pan Chen! Pan Chen! Pan Chen!" Roared wildly and shouted.

This scene made Pan Chen's fans think of the scene of the decisive battle in Xiangbei, so believe it.

But it was originally a battle between the two teams, which was condensed into a fight by Pan Chen alone.

But as intensely.

"Is it too weak?" Pan Chen said with a sneer in his tone.

Listening to the crazy screams around and the roaring sky, the entire tennis court was covered by these crazy shouts.

Among them is the voice of Fu Zhouzhu, and the school's primary elections also need Pan Chen.

This feeling of being trusted by everyone and sustenance made Pan Chen a little bloody.

It's like a crowd of stars!

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Everyone's hard work for a year is all concentrated on one person.

Their glory, sweat, and whether they can be recognized, all depend on Pan Chen!

boom--

boom--

The tennis ball was thrown **** the ground by Pan Chen, kept falling and bouncing.

He stood on the spot, his right hand fell suddenly.

The moment the tennis racket moved towards the tennis ball, the roaring wind blew.

The dust around Pan Chen flew, and the milky white light shone out almost instantaneously, and the coat he was wearing radiated milky light.

But underneath the jacket are muscle fibers that are constantly superimposed like waves.

Pan Chen began to accumulate long before the game, and now the strength has reached the extreme!

Everyone didn't even realize it, this is the role of his coat!

He didn't wear a coat at all in the usual game, that's because there was no need to hide anything, and in the face of those opponents, there was no need to hide anything.

But things are different now.

In the face of the five senses of destruction in Komura ’s fine city, he still did n’t think of any way, but since there was no way, he would n’t let Komura to perform well. If he wanted to destroy him, he could n’t do everything he could.

When the tennis racket arrived at the tennis court, Pan Chen ’s right arm muscle contracted at that moment, compressing the force transmitted by all the muscle fibers contained in it into a point, and then the tennis racket clenched with his right hand and scored into the tennis ball. inside.

"Hundred and eighty-style!"

A loud noise! ! !

Tennis is like a missile that has broken through the sound barrier, burning wildly, tearing the air and flying forward!

Target Komura City! ! !

"Can Pan Chen win this time?" Tao Chengwu said worriedly, but before he had finished speaking, he heard an indifferent voice.

Type 108? ! !

Then he stared at the tennis ball tearing open the air like a cannonball. He could even feel the loud roar of the tearing air!

He froze, looked at this scene with his mouth wide open, unable to make a sound.

Not just him, everyone who saw this scene was stunned.

In the place where Li Haida is located, the smiles on the faces of both Sangyuan and Wentai had not retreated, and they froze, watching the tennis ball dullly.

As a person who has fought against Pan Chen, Sanada Kenichiro is still considering whether Pan Chen will be mad if he is extinguished.

Then he saw this scene, and he suddenly woke up, jacket! !

Pan Chen has never had the habit of playing in a coat. It turned out to be a cover. This time it was over.

At this moment.

When tennis came to Komura, it was about to hit! !

Everyone's heart was raised, their expressions solidified, and their eyes didn't dare to blink and watched the tennis ball. Time was still at this moment.

Only Komura ’s thinking is active.

When he saw Pan Chen's tennis, he hadn't reacted yet. He never thought that Pan Chen had chosen such an exaggerated ball in the first ball.

Type 108? !

Is this gambling everything on this? It's a pity that I can't avoid it.

The speed is too fast! ! Fortunately, the village had no choice but to make a hard joint. He tried his best to protect his hands with his hands and blocked it in front of his chest, after which the tennis came in an instant. ..