Doomsday Madman: The Prince of Tennis

"Come on, Tezuka, let's end it today."

"I wish I could! Are you ready? Sanada-kun, I want to serve."

Sanada froze for a moment, this didn't look like Tezuka's style, there was a strong sense of disobedience, whether it was his tone of voice or his eyes, there was a kind of weirdness.

"Oh, the deputy minister finally got serious!"

"Yeah, it's finally a bit like playing tennis!"

"That's right! It won't be embarrassing to lose this way!"

"Have they all been recruited? Do you want to just leave it like this! Well, it's better to take it away, after all..."

"Chi... Chi Chi! Chi..."

These interspersed voices were particularly noisy, but the strange tone was inexplicably familiar, as if it sounded right next to his ears, the voice was not loud but very penetrating.And that damn chee|chee|chee sound!

Something is wrong!Absolutely not right!

What a slack!

He picked up the tennis racket and smashed it hard at himself. The sharp pain gradually dissipated the cheering or discussion around him, and the thicker smell of blood spread in the air.

He was still in that building, tightly holding Sasuke who was still suffering from a high fever.

"Huh? Can you wake up so quickly after being attacked by a psychic power?"

"Psychic powers?" Sanada shook his painful brain, subconsciously asked: "That's why you fell into hallucinations?"

"It's not just an illusion. The spiritual powers induce the obsession deep in everyone's heart. The attack after losing people is the real spiritual killing."

"Hahaha...haha..."

Before Sanada had time to speak, he heard a series of laughter, with a taste of joy and madness, which was very uncomfortable to hear.

Sanada turned his head and found that most of the previous group had fainted, and some even had blood coming out of the corners of their mouths and noses. It was not difficult to guess that even if they were not dead, they were seriously injured.Even the few who were sober had distorted faces, and the whole building was surrounded by another group of people, whose faces could not be seen clearly in the dark, but the person who laughed just now knew that he was not Japanese as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Naruo Inaba, I've heard of your name a long time ago. It seems that you are a veritable genius. How about giving you a chance to cooperate with us?"

The man came out from the darkness. He was a tall man, about 30 years old, with brown hair and blue eyes, deep outline, standard western appearance, and a somewhat arrogant demeanor.

Sanada subconsciously turned his head to look at the person standing next to him. The boy stood quietly, and the little monster lay on his shoulder like an obedient pet. As soon as he came out, a white hand pinched his neck fiercely, and he let it go until it let out a miserable scream, but the little monster who was finally free did not dare to move any more, calmly resting on the boy's shoulders,

"No."

The young man tilted his head slightly, and softly refused, his tone seemed very casual, but it seemed that it was that casual casualness that made people more angry than disdain or any other severe rejection.

Sure enough, the foreign man's expression was distorted for a moment, but he quickly returned to that kind of arrogance with a little complacency.

"I originally gave you a chance to survive because of your young age. Since you don't appreciate it, you can't blame me."

"Of course I don't blame you." The young man's tone was still very casual, but Sanada felt it keenly. He smiled, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, with a bit of joy and cruelty, "I hope you can be so sensible and don't blame me. That's good!"

The foreign man's face changed, and his whole face was distorted by anger, "I know you are very powerful, but what about the rest of you? Are you going to sacrifice even your Jikong team members? I advise you In a word, anyone who is wise will give me the egg of the magic dragon."

As soon as the man finished speaking, the boy didn't respond, but the expressions of the other people in Jikong suddenly changed.Especially Tanaka, his mind was in a mess. Everything tonight was out of control after those damned robbers broke in by mistake. The people they were lying in ambush were plotted against by psychic powers before they even made a move. After losing most of the money, for the present plan, he had no choice but to cooperate with these people to kill Naruo Inaba before making other plans.

But... if you can really get the egg of the dragon... the greed|greedy in Tanaka's eyes flashed past, and he thought that he really had to plan carefully.

The foreign man seemed very satisfied with everyone's reaction, he sneered and said, "If you take the initiative to hand over the dragon's egg, I will spare your life, otherwise your companions will suffer!"

The young man froze for a moment, and asked in surprise, "Are you threatening me with them?" Before the man could answer him, the black whip shot out like a sharp arrow. In an instant, scarlet blood flowers erupted in the air.

The strong bloody smell permeated instantly, shocking everyone's tense nerves, and it was not until Tanaka's dead body collapsed that he slowly regained consciousness.

The young man slowly pulled back the whip, and the remaining blood beads rolled down from the black whip, like plump | full of gorgeous | red beans.

"Hey, that's all right."

At this moment, the boy's unique long and elegant voice can only give people an endless chill in his ears.

The foreign man let out a growl, and rushed towards the young man. The people around him also received the instruction at that moment, and all the attacks erupted instantly.

Sanada felt as if he was standing in the center of a storm, surrounded by a kind of violent force. He could clearly hear the violent collision sound during the fight and even see the sparks produced by the violent friction of metal, but whether it was close The attack was still an attack brought by a hot weapon, all of which passed him by. The afterimage of the black whip shrouded his whole body into a cocoon.It was an experience he will never forget in his life.That kind of power and speed is absolutely not possessed by normal humans.

It feels like a long time has passed, but in fact it only took a few minutes in total.The cocoon built by the black whip shadow slowly disintegrated, and the silence in the air was so quiet that the beating of the heart could be heard.With them as the center, there were corpses scattered all over the place, and the viscous blood soaked the ground into a foul-smelling dark brown. Sanada could only feel his stomach churning, and his whole body was stiff and numb.

No matter how mature and calm he was, he was just an ordinary thirteen or fourteen-year-old middle school student. This kind of bloody picture was only limited to the movie screen.A few minutes ago, they were arrogant and domineering in wanting the lives of others, but now they have become cold corpses.

The only thing left alive was the foreign man who uttered wild words at the beginning.The clothes on his body seemed to have been soaked in blood, a large piece of skin on his neck was torn off, his body trembled involuntarily, and his eyes were full of despair and fear.

"You...you don't...come here, or I will really kill her! Kill her..."

Kurokawa Ling opened her eyes with difficulty. She was attacked by a psychic before, and all her strength seemed to be drained.If it wasn't for her being a person with special spiritual ability, the current situation would be even worse, and her mind would be dizzy, but it didn't prevent her from recognizing her situation at the moment.

She was caught as a hostage by that stupid stupid man, as if she was holding on to the last straw, but she didn't know that what she was holding was the scythe of death.

The black afterimage of the whip flew over, and Kurokawa Ling closed her eyes resignedly, because she knew Naruo Inaba too well, so she never had illusions in her heart.

The sharp airflow brought by the whip through the air scraped across her face, and then she clearly felt the touch of being splashed by warm liquid on the side of her face, with a strong smell of blood that she was extremely familiar with.

I don't know if it was because the boy's action was too fast or because the foreign man was at the end of his blows, and he had already been separated without a chance to resist.

Kurokawa Ling drained all the strength from her body and collapsed to the ground.Naruo Inaba stared past her and fixed on Sanada.

Sanada turned his head slowly. He felt that the man was staring at him. The huge hoodie blocked his sight, but he could still clearly feel the man looking at him. Sanada wanted to speak, so he opened his mouth , only to find that his mouth was so dry that he couldn't even make a sound.

The air fell into silence.

The sudden ringing of the mobile phone broke the stagnant silence, making it harsh and abrupt.

White fingers picked up the cover of the phone, and a young man's voice came from inside, asking in pure English: "Are you satisfied with this warm-up? Naruo Inaba."

"Abel Wood." There was a bit of disgusted irony in the boy's calm voice: "It's the same trick every time."

The man's deep laughter came from the phone: "The game is about to start, I wish you a pleasant night. Of course, if you change your mind now, there is still time."

There was a sneer in Ming Yang's eyes covered by the hat, and then hung up the phone without hesitation.He raised his head slightly, and turned his gaze to Genichiro Sanada, who was holding Sasuke, with a cold and oppressive feeling in his gaze: "Can you ride a motorcycle?"

Sanada froze for a moment before returning, "Of course I can ride."

"Then drive the car more steadily!" The young man left a specious sentence, and he had already walked out of the building first.

Sanada frowned slightly suspiciously, but there was no time to ask more about the situation, so he had to follow closely behind him.

Soon Sanada realized what it means to drive more steadily. Now he can't even be distracted even for a second. He must concentrate 100% of his attention to control the direction of the car. He didn't see that the off-road motorcycle was already fast Did you run and fly?He didn't have time to think about what happened behind him. He could only hear the sound of howling wind, the sound of the car's engine, the sound of metal colliding, and even the sound of sharp weapons piercing through the air, and different screams mixed together. In his mind, but he couldn't take it into consideration at all. Although the snow had stopped, the road surface was extremely slippery. Even a few tenths of a second of slack could lead to car crash and death.At this moment, he should really be thankful that Sasuke, who was tied to his back, was still in a coma with a high fever, and he didn't know how many unbelievable things happened that night!

Who the hell is he, and why are so many people trying to kill him?This level of fighting, even the terrorist attacks reported on TV are not so exaggerated, but today it actually happened in Tokyo, just to kill a boy.There is also the kind of physical quality beyond ordinary human beings, which makes it difficult not to connect with the alien creatures in some science fiction films.

Sanada felt that his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't think calmly at all.Everything he experienced tonight completely overturned his 14 years of cognition.

No matter what the truth is, he is the savior of himself and Sasuke, there is no doubt about it.

The off-road motorcycle is like a fierce beast that has broken free from its shackles, and it shuttles wantonly in the dark night.The cold wind blew on his face like an ice knife, and he lost consciousness in pain.It felt like the road had no end at all, and he didn't know how long he had been running, when the sound behind him gradually became quieter until now there was only the roar of the locomotive.

Then, there was a cold silence.

"arrive."

Sanada stopped the motorcycle, and waited until his arms were no longer so numb, then picked up Sasuke and walked into the yard with the boy. He didn't ask any more questions, because he wouldn't naively think that this matter would end like this, and he would sleep He would never have such a simple thought as if nothing had happened.