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

In the second game, it was the beheader's turn to serve.

He took out an unusual tennis ball, shouted angrily, and hit it with all his strength.

"Go to hell!"

call out!

Oreki adjusted his position, aimed, and hit the tennis ball with one shot, but then he felt a strong force coming from the tennis ball, and he was a little overwhelmed!

"呲呲呲......"

The ball continued to spin on the net, and its force gradually eroded Oreki Yu's arm. In the end, he had no choice but to give up and let the ball pass by sideways.

【game! Beheading! 15:0! 】

"Such a heavy force..."

After all, he was still just a junior high school student, and strength was not his advantage. In comparison, the muscular beheader had the upper hand.

"Uoooooohhhhhhh!"

The beheaded man scored and immediately roared like a wild beast, his eyes filled with bloodshot madness.

“Oreki, be careful of his strength! According to my calculations, his strength is as high as 6 points. There are many people whose skills are far better than his, but in the end they all lose to his strength…”

Toono Rin's slightly worried voice came from the headset.

Oreki Yu's expression remained unchanged. He rubbed his wrist and then tightened his racket again.

Losing was not a good feeling. It reminded him of the time in the past when he was powerless to struggle, as if he was a fish on a chopping board that could only be slaughtered at will.

Now that we are standing here, we must defeat even the strongest enemy!

Not for others, just to say goodbye to the cowardly self of the past.

"Wherever the lightning shines, it is the land of eternity!"

"This body is the most honorable and noble body in the world..."

"No thoughts, no ideas..."

As he chanted softly, endless spirit and will burst out from his heart, slowly igniting his blood.

At the same time, an invisible sense of oppression emerged like a magnetic field.

"You've hurt a lot of people, haven't you? Are you prepared for death?"

At the same time, a cold voice came from under the baseball cap.

The beheader was slightly stunned. As someone who had played tennis for many years, he naturally felt that the boy opposite him seemed different from before. He was not mistaken about that feeling of oppression. It was the power of spirit and will.

"You... do you think I was brought up by fear? You are the one who is going to die! I will beat your brains out!"

Upon hearing this, Oreki Yu did not say anything, but instead raised the corner of his mouth and smiled. This smile seemed like a mockery in the eyes of the beheader.

"court death!"

boom!

In a rage, he used almost all his strength, and the ball whizzed out with a strong gust of wind and a sound of breaking wind!

And at this moment, he saw a purple lightning flash from the young man's hand...

"Everlasting victory, Mingshen is eternal..."

"Wuxiang's sword!"

......

Yukimura followed Oreki's car to the door of the bar, but was stopped by the security guard.

The reason is that minors are not allowed to enter.

“Oreki-san, what are you doing in a place like this…?”

Looking at the gate in front of him illuminated by red and green lights, he couldn't help but worry.

There are many places in Neon that you shouldn't go to. It's a black industry. Even though Yukimura has never been involved in it, he has heard about it from other people.

Yukimura thought about it and decided that he had to find a way to get in first, otherwise this trip would be in vain.

He first observed at the door and found that those who could enter here were upper-class people wearing suits or dresses, and they had something called an invitation ticket in their hands.

After thinking for a while, he went to the side and bought a suit to change into.

I came to the hotel entrance again, and then took out the racket and tennis ball from the tennis bag behind me.

"That's great, let's try that trick..."

Yukimura's mouth corners slightly raised.

boom!

A tennis ball flew out and headed towards the security guard at the door.

"What's this......."

The security guard was stunned for a moment, then reached out to catch the tennis ball that flew from nowhere.

At the same time, a young man in a suit passed by him and walked into the bar.

"Hey, wait, where's your invitation?"

At this time, the young man turned his head and the security guard saw a pair of deep eyes, which seemed to have an inexplicable vortex, which made him stunned.

"Isn't that the invitation in your hand?"

The security guard was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at his hand, only to find that the tennis ball in his hand had turned into an invitation ticket without him noticing!

"Um... sorry, I was confused."

"If you're alright, I'll go in first."

"Okay, walk slowly."

Yukimura pulled the collar of his uniform, raised a smile on his face, and walked into the hotel.

Soon, the scene inside the bar came into view.

The various social figures and the strong smell of alcohol and perfume made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Sure enough...it's a black bar."

Yukimura made a quick judgment.

Although it was his first time in such a place, with his intelligence, it was not difficult for him to discover this fact from various clues, and his worries became even greater.

Why would Oreki Yuu come to a place like this?

Why did you come here? Is it because of money?

Just as he was lost in thought, suddenly, a sound like thunder came.

——Boom!

“Ugh! Aaaaaah! I’m so scared!”

"What was that just now?"

"I don't know! Was it thunder?"

“But this is indoors!”

There were voices of discussion coming from the side chiefs.

He couldn't help but look up in the direction where the sound came from.

I saw a purple lightning flashing in front of me. The light passed through the crowd and covered half of the sky and earth.

“That’s a thoughtless sword! Oreki…”

Yukimura walked through the crowd and came to the center court.

Soon, the boy standing on the court was seen. He had a familiar face and made familiar moves. It was none other than Oreki Yuu.

"incredible!"

"Really?"

“Is this really tennis?”

"This destructive power is too strong, isn't it? Who is this kid?"

There were constant sounds of people gasping for air, and sounds of amazement and disbelief emerging from the sidelines.

on the field.

Oreki Yu glanced at all the surprised people in the audience, with no expression on his face.

With power, everything becomes natural.

“It felt unexpectedly peaceful.”

Oreki Yu looked across and saw a huge hole on the ground of the court. The beheaded man who was lying in it had been dragged off the field by a stretcher team.

This guy, after taking a direct hit from his Wuxiang sword, probably couldn't stand up anymore.