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

Oreki Yu gave up the idea of ​​persuading Tezuka.

However, this does not mean that he will hold back. Instead, he wants to let Tezuka see how far he can go if he lets go of those so-called responsibilities.

"Since you have made your choice, I won't say much. Next, let me show you... the height I have reached now."

After Oreki Yu finished speaking, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He slightly exerted force on the hand holding the racket, and at the same time, concentrated all his spirit and will on his hand.

Guided by the power of no thought...

Make the ideal come true...

Wherever the lightning shines, it is the land of eternity...

"Everlasting victory, eternal glory...

"A thoughtless knife!"

When the chanting was finished, Oreki Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be endless lightning in his pupils.

The next moment, it was as if a bolt of thunder suddenly appeared.

The purple thunder traveled through the space and flew out like the scythe of the god of death, carrying the breath of death!

At this moment, Tezuka felt an extremely dangerous aura.

By the time he reacted, the ball had already passed by his ear.

Boom——!

After a loud explosion, there were cries of fear from the crowd.

"Fuck! Look over there!"

"This...is from tennis?"

"What would happen if this hit a person?"

"Isn't it terrible?"

"Tennis, is it such a dangerous thing?"

Tezuka turned his head stiffly and saw that in the back, on a building not far away from the field, there was a huge crack running down the middle, and at this moment, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

He turned around to look at Oreki Yu, only to see that he was looking at him expressionlessly, still in the posture of attacking.

Tezuka's pupils shrank little by little, and finally a rare look of shock appeared on his face.

"This is the thoughtless sword..."

......

"This sword has become more powerful..."

The expression on Yukimura's face was relatively natural, except for a streak of cold sweat on his forehead.

Obviously, he was not at peace at this moment.

Although I have seen Oreki Yu's sword move, this kind of move will move people no matter how many times I see it, right?

When he first joined the tennis club, Oreki Yu's move could only make a hole in the ground, but now, it can break a wall into this shape. The power is simply beyond imagination.

"So, the thoughtless sword you mentioned refers to this..."

Sanada clenched his fists, with shock visible on his face.

Before, after Yukimura and Oreki had played against each other, Yukimura had briefly talked to him about Oreki's strength upon his inquiry.

Of course, we also talked about Oreki Yu's "Unthinking Sword".

But he had never seen it before.

Whether it was the internal trials or the subsequent regional competitions, Oreki Yu never used this trick again.

Perhaps for him, not every opponent is worth his attack.

"Wu Xiang... the power and speed of that sword are...impossible to estimate? It seems that we can only calculate it by watching the replay..."

Yanagi Renji wanted to calculate the data of this sword, but after calculating in his mind for a long time, he still couldn't get a result, because that moment was too short and he couldn't see its sharpness at all.

Marui was so shocked that he blew up the bubbles, and before he could lick them back, he couldn't help but speak.

"A sword without thought? This... can even tear down a wall? Isn't this too outrageous?"

Jack Sangyuan stared blankly at the scene on the court. His mind went blank for a moment and he didn't know what to say.

.......

"Well, what exactly is going on?"

Mukaito stared with his eyes wide open, looking very funny.

"You ask me, I don't know..."

Shishido Ryo had the same face, and the two looked at each other like frightened kittens.

Oshitari Osamu took a deep breath.

Fortunately, he was used to putting on airs, so the expression on his face remained calm, otherwise he would not be much stronger than Xiang Ri Yueren and the others at this moment.

"For real... Is it necessary to do this when playing tennis..."

Atobe Keigo watched this scene in silence.

For the first time, I began to doubt the term "strong" in my heart.

He wondered if there was something inherently wrong with him calling himself a strong man in the past.

In other words, is he still qualified to be called a strong man?

In just the Kanto-level competition, there are so many people whose strength far exceeds his. It seems that his reputation as a strong man is a bit unworthy of his reputation.

If Oreki Yuu is a strong man.

So Tezuka, who was no match for him, could only be considered an experienced player. What about himself, who was not as good as Tezuka?

With such a comparison, he couldn't help feeling ashamed.

"I don't have time to relax. I must become stronger immediately..."

......

"This kid, with this one goal, I'm afraid he has surpassed the strongest kid in the Spanish U17 team."

Echizen Nanjiro's eyes flickered.

He touched his chin and made this judgment in his mind.

In recent years, he has actually been training newcomers, but they are only professional players. However, even among professional players, few can hone the power of tennis to this level.

And what he found most rare was...

Oreki Yu doesn't have very strong muscles, but he can play such a powerful tennis ball, which shows that he has integrated his spirit, will and strength together!

Thus, the style reached its acme.

"Nan, Nanjiro-senpai, this...can you tell what level this ball is?"

Inoue's voice was trembling as he asked Nanjiro beside him.

Nanjiro grinned and said:

"Just looking at the power, even in the U17 World Cup, there must be few people who can reach this level, but this is not the key point, because no matter how strong the power is, there are people who can ignore the power and hit back. What is strong is that he can reach this level at this age, which means that there is still a higher ceiling in the future."

"That's true...Come to think of it, he's only 13 years old this year, right? Just the age of a first-year junior high school student."

Inoue took a deep breath. With Nanjiro's knowledge of the whole world, a ball of this level might not be enough to surprise him.

But for those of him who are active in the Japanese tennis world, this is already the ceiling level.

He turned to look at his assistant.

Zhi Shazhi was so frightened that her face turned pale, and her mouth was open wide enough to fit a chicken.

Seeing her like this, Inoue couldn't help but laugh.

Perhaps this is the normal reaction...