Prince of Tennis Reborn

Chapter 639 Irie's Different Dimension
Allen, shirtless, is like a solitary iron tower, standing above his own court.

Any offensive from entering the river was resolved one by one.

And Allen's violent offensive formed waves that directly engulfed Irie.

"The light of England!"

The muscles on Alan's body were squeezed into pieces, and his strength reminded Kintaro and Ryoma of their own Destruction King seniors.

The state of the two people's clothes bursting is somewhat similar.

The ball came towards Ijiang with panic, and the huge wind pressure caused by it alone made Irijiang overwhelmed.

The thin body retreated again and again.

Boom!
The explosion-like sound was like thunder and thunder, and the audience at the scene were even more enthusiastic.

"England scored in this game, the score is 5:0."

"Both sides change game!"

Five games in a row, Allen has won five games in a row with an absolute advantage.

Such a performance naturally ignited the enthusiasm of the fans of the England team.

"Oh oh oh!"

"Ellen! Ellen!"

"England! England!"

Their cheers surrounded the scene with a sea of ​​enthusiasm.

"The lord is truly worthy of being the lord! I'm about to take down my opponent!"

The junior high school students of the England team looked excited, and the haze caused by the consecutive doubles losses before this was also dispelled.

The England team urgently needs a big victory to boost the morale of the team.

"It would be nice if it was that simple" Zhan
A third-year player shook his head and said.

"Senior, what does this mean?"

The junior high school students of the England team didn't understand that the score could be faked.

"If I say that the opponent deliberately let the main general get the match point, you will definitely not believe it."

Williamson said lightly.

"what!"

The junior high school students looked at each other in blank dismay, how could someone deliberately let themselves lose points?
And it was still when facing their own general.

"Look, the game is about to start now."

Williamson kept his eyes on Irie. Although Irie looked exhausted, Williamson did not believe that the world-class player two years ago would be reduced to what he is now.

As for Allen, he looked even more solemn, and he would not feel complacent in his heart until he completely won the game.

"Hey! It's almost time to play, Senior Irie."

Atobe stood on the sidelines and said lightly.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, Atobe-kun!"

Irijiangtou didn't know how to say that.

"Forget it, as long as you like it. Anyway, it doesn't matter what you do as long as you can win."

Seeing this, Atobe shrugged helplessly, he was not worried that Irie would overplay.

Because he knew that Irie was essentially a player very similar to himself, with insight into everything that existed.

A cool head is the most important trait of a player of their type.

After a short break, the two sides set foot on the court again.

This round was Irie's serve, and it was also Allen's match point.

"Actually, you don't need to act in front of me at all. That kind of thing is really boring. I know your ability very well. Let's have a good fight."

Allen looked at Irie and said.

He thought that any veteran of the French U-17 World Cup Open two years ago would be familiar with the dark polo team Neon.

And those outstanding players in the Neon team are listed as the primary targets of intelligence gathering by many teams.

Among them was Irie Kanata.

"Really! That's such a pity!"

Irie's originally stooped body straightened slowly, and his gaze under the lens became dangerous.

The momentum on the body also changed at this moment!
How dare this guy criticize his performance?

What an artless guy.

"what!"

The sudden change of entering the river naturally attracted the attention of the junior high school students in the England team.

Sure enough, as the seniors said, this guy from the Neon team is hiding his clumsiness.

Allen clenched the racket in his hand, and he knew that the opponent was going to show his real skills in this round.

Irie turned sideways and patted the tennis ball lightly. Since the other party was so ignorant, he would not play with the other party any longer.

Anyway, he already understood what should be tested.

Whoa!

Irie's slender arm threw the tennis ball, and then a silver-white racket slammed into the racket from behind.

Allen's pupils shrank slightly, and the bright moon was in the sky.

The scorching sun that originally hung in the sky has disappeared, replaced by a full moon spreading silver light.

There seemed to be some desolate music sounding beside his ears.

Allen looked up, and there was a mountain in the distance.

A figure was intoxicated playing the saxophone in his hand.

His person is Rujiang Zuoduo.

Different dimension!
Allen immediately realized that this is the other party's different dimension!

Whoosh!
Under the moonlight, an arrow glowing silver in the moonlight shot out.

Allen dodged sideways, and his eyes returned to the field again.

"Game, Neon team, 15:0."

"What?! If you dodge, you will be scored by the opponent!"

Allen frowned, he had never played against a player from another dimension.

It really deserves to be called the most mysterious and weirdest path, making it elusive.

A distant music sounded again.

This time Allen was stepping on corpses one after another.

The sound of swords and soldiers in the distance made Allen's heart sink, and then a group of soldiers rushed towards him.

The corner of Allen's eyes swept away.

Not far away, Irie Kanata was playing the saxophone in his hand in traditional English costume.

The sound of the music is bleak, like a funeral song.

boom!
It was hard to imagine that Irie would hit such a swift half-volley.

This ball quickly ran through Allen's audience and shattered the illusions of everyone in the England team.

This game is far from over.

"This game was scored by the Neon team, the score is 4:5."

"Both sides change game!"

Irie made great efforts to chase four rounds in a row, and Kintaro was dumbfounded by the strength he showed.

Even Allen, who has entered the explosive posture, can't stop Irie from scoring.

Allen wiped the sweat off his forehead, and kept the phantom behind Irijiang firmly in his mind.

Shakespeare.

That was the treasure of their England, and now it actually appeared in a different dimension from the hands of the Neon team and confronted themselves.

It's an indescribable feeling.

Allen, who returned to the sidelines, finally had time to think about countermeasures.

It was his first confrontation with a different dimension, but he didn't find any way to crack the different dimension for a while, and he found that there were other things mixed in the other side's offensive of a different dimension just now.

He felt that everything about him was seen through by the opponent, no matter what kind of ball he played, he would be blocked by the opponent.

Now Allen already understood what the other party was doing in the first five rounds, and I'm afraid he wasn't just waiting for an opportunity to spy on him.

With such a meticulous insight coupled with the ability of another dimension, Allen couldn't help but sink in his heart.

Could it be that the gap between their England team and the Neon team has become so huge!

(End of this chapter)