Tennis: One look can subdue me, one sword can break the clothes of heaven!

The quarterfinals will begin soon.

As the light signs in their hands lit up one after another, the groups of the people became apparent.

Yukimura and Oreki glanced at each other's light signs, and Oreki Yuu smiled and said:

"It seems you are lucky. It's not my turn yet."

"Just wait until I advance to the next level, and then I'll compete with you."

"I'll just look forward to it, don't let me down."

After the two of them finished talking, they set out to look for their opponents.

Oreki Yu walked among several contestants, and then stopped in front of a brown-haired man.

This person was also the one who shouted the loudest just now.

He had actually noticed this person.

Code name 'Death'!

Apart from Ochi Gekko and Tanejima Shuji, Oreki Yu judged that this person should be the strongest.

With his extremely destructive power tennis, he injured all his opponents, and almost no one left the court intact.

At this moment, he also noticed Oreki Yu.

Then he grinned and said:

"It seems that I am lucky to meet one of the two weakest people."

"How do you know I'm the weakest?"

"Humph, you're just a little brat. Do you really think you can be my opponent?"

"How can you know this before you fight?"

In response to this person's questioning, Oreki Yu responded with words without showing any weakness.

This made the God of Death look at him with a new respect.

"What an arrogant boy, but this is what makes it fun. I hope you can please me a little bit~"

In the previous games, he didn't play to his full satisfaction.

Because his tennis ball was so powerful, and the opponents he met were not strong, he easily advanced to the top 8 after a few rounds.

This doesn't mean that those people are weak. On the contrary, they all have good strength, but perhaps they are not good at dealing with the tennis ball of the 'God of Death', so they were all wiped out.

"Once I defeat you and marry that pretty girl, I'll be the winner in life, hahahaha~"

He said this very loudly, and almost everyone around him could hear it.

Keiko Kamisato glanced over here with a hint of contempt in her eyes.

However, after seeing that this man's opponent was the junior high school student, she suddenly became more interested.

Then, she took light steps and came to the court and stood still.

"Hey, Ms. Kamisato is here to watch the game!"

"Oh my god, does he like that beard?"

"No way?"

The people around were all in disbelief.

When the 'God of Death' saw this beauty appear on the sidelines, his eyes suddenly widened. He stared at her figure with greed flashing in his eyes.

"Ms. Kamisato, please wait patiently. I will beat this guy to death soon. Then, it will be our time~"

Kamisato Keiko closed the fan in her hand, a trace of contempt flashed in her eyes, but she still smiled politely and said, "I look forward to your performance."

Perhaps it was the inspiration from the woman.

The Grim Reaper seemed to be more cheerful.

Oreki Yuu looked at the charming sister on the sidelines and was quite speechless.

This guy is already quite troublesome, wouldn't this make things even worse?

This way, it would be even more difficult to defeat this guy without using any trump cards.

In fact, according to Oreki Yu's plan, he didn't want to reveal his methods before meeting Ochi Gekko and Tanejima Shuji.

After all, this will affect the winning rate of subsequent games.

Oreki Yu was thinking about how to play, and at the same time, the referee blew the whistle to start the game.

Oreki Yu served in the first game.

"Come on, let me kill you!"

As soon as the game started, Death started screaming like a monkey in heat.

He seemed afraid that Miss Kamisato wouldn't notice him.

Oreki Yuu saw his middle door open, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

Then, a whip shot came down.

The tennis ball turned into a flash of lightning and passed through the crotch of the god of death.

"Game! Oreki Yu! 15:0!"

Death was visibly stunned.

It was a bit hard for me to react to the speed of Oreki Yu's throw.

"What's wrong, stinky monkey, you opened the middle door so wide, are you trying to get horny in public?"

Upon hearing this, the Death God glared and said angrily:

"What did you say? Brat!"

Oreki Yu smiled and said:

"I advise you to pay attention to the tennis ball during the game. Don't keep staring at other people's balls. You will even make such a low-level mistake."

When Kamisato Keiko heard this, a hint of frost flashed across her pretty face. She then raised her hand to signal her subordinates to take a coat and put it on to cover her figure.

"You! What are you talking about? Now I can't see anything!"

When the God of Death saw this, he immediately became angry.

He was watching the game happily, but Oreki Yu's words made him realize it!

"Ah......."

Oreki Yu was too lazy to say more to him. At that moment, he took a deep breath and silently recited the mantra of the "No Thought" state in his heart.

Then, endless lightning flashed in the black pupils.

boom!

In an instant, the tennis ball turned into a bolt of lightning and flew out at a speed that was barely perceptible to the naked eye!

The Grim Reaper had almost no time to react before the ball flew right past the tip of his hair.

30: 0!

"Surprisingly, it's even faster than before..."

At this moment, Death finally came to his senses.

His gaze fell solemnly on the young man in front of him. Previously, he thought that this boy was not to be feared, so he was only focused on looking at the beauty.

Unexpectedly, I hit a wall.

"I'm quite good at it, but I'm not someone you can easily mess with. Come on!"

Seeing that the other party was concentrating, Oreki Yu finally felt much more satisfied.

There is no point in fighting an inattentive opponent.

At that moment, he hit the ball with all his strength and the speed of the ball was almost always maintained at around 230km/h.

A serve at this speed requires all your concentration to be able to catch it.

Although Death was much more careful, he still found it difficult to adapt to this speed of serve. Until the last ball of this small game, he just barely touched the edge of the tennis ball.

[game! Oreki Yu wins this round! 1:0! ]

"Good concentration, not using strength, but using the combination of energy and spirit?"

On the sidelines, Keiko Kamisato's eyes lit up slightly as she watched.

A serve exceeding 230km/h can only be hit by players with outstanding strength, and it also requires the advantage of naturally long arms, but the young man in front of him has done it.

This is enough to explain many problems.

"Sure enough, I was right about him. He should be the most talented candidate this time!"