The Strongest Owner In Prince of Tennis

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The tennis ball blew past by Byodoin with a piercing sound of breaking wind. Like the previous ball, Byodoin was still too late to react.

Next is the third ball, the fourth ball.

The destructive power of each ball is amazing.

For four consecutive ACE shots, Byodoin was directly beaten.

And now the time is fixed for seven minutes, and the score is 3:0.

The Japanese team is all present in a state of awkwardness at the moment.

"The other party's serve, the boss is too late to respond?"

Duck Watanabe looked unbelievable. Although they knew Lin Feng was very strong, Byodoin is now the number one high school player in Japan, half a professional player.

Such a strong Byodoin Temple can't even touch the other side's serve.

This TM is fake.

The other Japanese players also looked incredible.

"Is this the real strength of the museum owner?"

Mōri Juzaburō was also extremely shocked.

Like the Japanese team, the American team's expression is quite exaggerated. Even Ralph, who is the number one high school player in the United States, has his eyes widened.

Byodo-in Temple is a threat to him. At this moment, even Lin Feng's serve can't be received. This huge contrast makes Ralph think that if he is standing in the court now, it is not the Byodo-in Temple but him. , Whether he can catch Lin Feng's serve.

Ralph uses his brain to make precise calculations, but no matter how he calculates, the final probability is not more than 30%.

Ralph couldn't help being shocked by the result of this calculation.

"Ryoga, how long has the game time passed?

Echizen Ryoga, who was in a daze, heard Lin Feng's question and subconsciously looked at the time.

"Seven minutes.

"Seven minutes? That means there are eight minutes left. Now the score is 3:0. Eight minutes is enough to end the game."

Hearing the time reported by Echizen Ryoga, Lin Feng murmured to himself.

It's just that his words fell into the ears of everyone around him, causing another uproar.

Lin Feng actually intends to defeat Byodoin in fifteen minutes.

"Hurry up and serve, Byodoin."

Lin Feng urged the Byodoin Temple again.

Byodoin came back to his senses. He looked up at Lin Feng with a trace of fear in his eyes.

He didn't expect that Lin Feng, who had exerted all his strength, was so terrifying that he hardly had any power to fight back. (cgeg)

Qiang is no longer enough to describe Lin Feng, only terrible is the most appropriate description.

It's not as strong as a high school student, and even professional players are not as strong as him.

The strength of a 16-year-old surpassing a professional player is terrible to think about.

After a while, Byodoin suddenly burst into laughter.

"I really didn't expect that there is a high school student like you in this world, but even so, I won't give up easily. After all, I am Japan's No. 1 Byōdōin Hōō.

As soon as the voice of Byodo-in Temple fell, the aura in the body burst out like a tide, which was stronger than before.

The black air current swept through his whole body continuously, and then condensed into a black skeleton pirate after he got up.

Asura Shinto.

It's more than that.

After Asura Shinto, the profound meaning of selflessness is next.

With Asura Shinto and the profound meaning of selflessness, the breath of Byodo-in Temple at this moment is extremely powerful, not much worse than that of Lin Feng.

Although "I am destined to lose in this round, but in this state, I won't let you win the game within eight minutes."

Byodoin said aggressively.

"Ah...really?"

However, Lin Feng sneered, and then a white air flow burst out, Lin Feng's aura became stronger again.

"That is?"

Byodoin's face changed.

"Byodoin, the profound meaning of selflessness is not understood by you alone."

Lin Feng said jokingly.

The sound of the opening of the three doors sounded one after another.

The limit of tempering, the limit of talent, the limit of perfection.

The three doors are opened at the same time.

The extreme of selflessness, plus the extreme of violence.

This is Lin Feng's full strength.

That momentum is as magnificent as a mountain, and as vast as the sea, deeply shocking the hearts of everyone around.

"This guy actually opened the three doors of no self-righteousness at once, and they still coexist, my God."

The Japanese team's eyes widened one by one.

The profound meaning of selflessness itself is a very difficult field to step into, and it is even more difficult to open one of the doors, but Lin Feng turned out to comprehend all these three ultimate profound meanings.

Moreover, the three profound meanings were opened at the same time, and their cognition was broken again.

Byodoin thought that by doing his best, he should be able to shorten the gap with the other party, but now it has not shortened it, but has increased it.

"Come on, Byodoin, let me see if you can stop me from solving the game in 15 minutes with all your strength."

Lin Feng stood on the ground, holding the dragon god, and his voice spread melodiously on the court like Hong Zhong.

Lin Feng at this moment is like an emperor.

"Next is a ball.

Lin Feng said silently.

Absolutely "a preview?"

Byodoin's heart also couldn't help but feel tense.

Before that, if Lin Feng made a preview of a goal, he might taunt, but now he won't.

Because Lin Feng's strength is too strong.

broken.

Byodoin hit the ball and the tennis ball shot towards Lin Feng with great momentum.

Lin Feng stomped on the ground with one foot, and a terrible sound of stepping on the ground came out, instantly appearing beside the tennis ball.

On the right arm, the ultimate sense of temperament plus the nine violent changes.

Strength increased twenty times.

This shot is really earth-shattering, as if the mountains are going to be smashed by this shot.

There was a tremor in Byodo-in Temple, and he held racquet with both hands and directly greeted him.

But he didn't hold on for even a second. The racquet in his hand was blown away, and racquet was even deformed by the ball.

"This power."

Byodoin looked at his trembling hands, and his arms were numb.

Duck Watanabe hurriedly took out a new racquet and walked into the court. Looking at the trembling hands of Byodoin and the cracked tiger's mouth, he couldn't help but feel a panic in his heart.

The old hands were injured by the ball.

"Boss, give up if you can't."

Watanabe persuaded.

"Are you telling me to give up the title of No. 1 in Japan?

The Byodoin Temple scolded.

"But.…"

"It's nothing, as long as the game is not over, there is no winner or loser."

Byodoin took a racquet from Watanabe's hands.

Watanabe sighed secretly.

Boss, why are you doing this?

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