20demayo Chapter 845: Longma's solo show
Chapter 845: Longma's solo show
Chapter 845: Longma's solo show
They whispered to each other, talking and guessing what kind of miracle Echizen Ryoma would create next.
The entire stadium became even more boiling because of Ryoma Echizen's words, as if a storm was about to come.
In this lively competition scene, the atmosphere in the already packed audience seats was as heated as a volcano about to erupt.
Although some spectators looked relatively calm and just watched the game quietly, there were also many spectators with excitement in their eyes.
The light was like fireworks suddenly blooming in the night sky, bright and dazzling.
Among the many spectators, a young man in sportswear was particularly eye-catching.
He was tall and straight, exuding youthful energy, and his face was filled with excitement that was almost fanatical.
I saw him holding the flag tightly in both hands, and the flag fluttered as he waved it vigorously, as if it was also infected by his enthusiasm.
He yelled at the top of his lungs, "So cool! This is a real match! Let's see what other surprises he can bring us!"
His voice echoed throughout the venue, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing ripples.
His shout seemed to be the fuse that ignited the audience's emotions, and the audience's emotions were completely ignited.
Cheers and discussions intertwined together, and the intensity of the sound continued to rise, like a surging wave.
The sound waves first rolled and surged in the audience seats, like waves in the sea, one after another.
Then, the sound waves, carrying the audience's enthusiasm and expectations, rushed towards the stadium, as if to submerge the entire stadium.
The air around the stadium seemed to tremble with the sound waves, and every note seemed to have life, jumping and colliding in the air.
On the field, Kimura Nagashiro was standing there, staring at Echizen Ryoma.
He looked at Ryoma Echizen's figure playing freely on the field, his throat moved unconsciously, and he swallowed hard.
His Adam's apple slid up and down, making a slight sound, which to him sounded like the echo of his violently beating heart.
There was a hint of hesitation and fear in his eyes, and that hesitation was like a fog that enveloped his thoughts and made him feel a little overwhelmed;
The fear was like an icy tide, rising slowly from the bottom of his heart, eroding his courage bit by bit.
This is an instinctive reaction when facing a powerful opponent, just like a weak animal will unconsciously feel fear when facing a ferocious natural enemy.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
He knew very well that he had a heavy responsibility in this confrontation with such a strong opponent.
This responsibility is not only to win the game, but also to prove one's own strength and to defend the honor of one's team.
The use of every bit of strength requires him to calculate precisely, just like a rigorous mathematician calculating a complex equation. The slightest deviation may result in total failure.
Every tactical decision is like choosing a path forward in a maze; if you make a wrong choice, you could end up in a desperate situation.
Because every decision may become a key factor in determining the final outcome.
His palms were slightly sweaty and he held the racket tightly in his hands, as if it was his only support at the moment.
He secretly encouraged himself, his eyes gradually became firmer, and he prepared to face the more intense challenges that were to come.
In this suffocatingly tense competition scene, his eyes revealed great firmness and determination.
He knew better than anyone that this competition was far more difficult than he had imagined, as if a towering, insurmountable mountain stood before them.
If you want to find a glimmer of hope in this competition that is like a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge, you must show all your strength without reservation.
Every bit of strength and every bit of skill must not be hidden in the slightest, just like a warrior about to go to the battlefield, he must sharpen his blade to an extremely sharp edge so that he can carve out a bloody path in the battle.
Moreover, relying solely on his own strength is far from enough, he also has to work closely with Tokugawa.
The coordination between them must be like precision-operated gears, with every tooth fitting perfectly to achieve maximum efficiency.
Only when the two of them work together, like two swords, can they tear open a path to victory in this arena full of thorns and challenges.
However, just as he was concentrating on thinking about how to exert his strength and cooperate with Tokugawa, the seemingly immature first-year junior high school student - Echizen Ryoma.
But he did something that made him drop his jaw.
Longma was seen moving swiftly on the court, like an agile cheetah, moving freely between the ball and the field.
Then, he used that shocking move. The ball streaked across the sky like a meteor, coming towards them with an unstoppable force.
"Just hitting the ball? This is really a big problem. If this trend continues..."
Tokugawa Kazuya couldn't help but gasp, his body trembled slightly, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
He subconsciously tightened the racket in his hand, as if this could give him some confidence.
He stood on the court, constantly thinking of countermeasures in his mind, secretly pondering the direction of the game.
He knew very well in his heart that hitting the ball with light was not an ordinary trick, it was a real world-class stunt.
Just like in the world of martial arts, this is a peerless martial art. Once it is performed, its power is so great that it is enough to scare any top player. Imagine that in the martial arts world, a master uses a powerful martial art.
Everyone around was shocked by his aura.
In this tennis court, just hitting the ball is the martial art that terrifies people.
Because he himself has mastered light hitting, he understands the difficulties involved even more.
To practice light ball hitting to Ryoma's level, it would take so much hardship and effort.
For countless days and nights, Ryoma may have been sweating profusely on the court, using all his strength in every shot.
Every time I fell, I got up immediately and continued training.
He has endured a price that is unimaginable to ordinary people, perhaps the pain from being injured.
It might be the frustration when he failed, or it might be the exhaustion from over-training, but he overcame them one by one and has achieved his amazing light hitting skills today.
He seemed to see Ryoma practicing batting alone against the wall on the court late at night. That figure looked so lonely yet so determined.
"Senior, why don't you serve the ball quickly?"
Ryoma Echizen stood on one side of the tennis court, holding the racket casually on his shoulders with both hands, looking extremely relaxed.
His body leaned forward slightly, with his feet naturally apart, forming a stable standing posture.
The sunlight shines on him, outlining his slender and agile figure, as if he is the master of the court.
He still had that nonchalant expression on his face, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of disdain.
Those sharp eyes were lazily scanning the opponent opposite, as if the opponent was just a small character not worth mentioning.
However, deep down in his seemingly calm heart, he was actually secretly mocking the opponent in front of him.
He snorted in his heart and thought contemptuously: "Why, are you scared by my strength? You are so slow in serving."
"Don't you realize how weak you are? No matter how you respond, it will be nothing but a trick for me. I can't wait to continue this game and hold the victory firmly in my hands."
Echizen Ryoma's confidence is not unfounded. He is an extremely talented tennis player with superb skills and outstanding strength.
In previous competitions, he defeated one strong opponent after another with absolute advantage, and his name has long been famous in the tennis world.
At this moment, in Echizen Ryoma's eyes, the outcome of this game was no longer in doubt.
He urged his opponent to serve as if he was urging an insignificant matter.
Although his tone was calm, the sense of oppression in it could not be ignored.
"Then let's just go for the intensity!" Tokugawa Kazuya stood behind the serving line.
His feet were slightly apart, his knees were slightly bent, and his body was slightly leaning forward, like a cheetah ready to pounce.
His eyes were fixed on Ryoma Echizen opposite him, a look full of tension and determination.
He took a deep breath, the air rushing into his nose and then slowly into his lungs.
His chest rose and fell violently like waves in the ocean.
In this way he tried to calm his nervous and chaotic mind.
He knew that the young man standing in front of him, Ryoma Echizen, was no ordinary opponent.
He is gifted and skilled, a true tennis genius.
Facing such an opponent, ordinary moves cannot pose any threat to him at all.
Tokugawa Kazuya must use all his strength, even strength beyond his limit, to have a chance of defeating him.
As soon as he finished speaking, a strange light suddenly emerged from his body.
The light is colorful, like a gorgeous rainbow in the sky, emitting charming colors.
It was like a lively ribbon, dancing freely in the air and entwining around his body, as if covering him with a layer of mysterious cloak.
The light was so dazzling that everyone present was attracted by it.
Their mouths opened wide in surprise and their eyes were wide open, as if they had seen something incredible.
This light is not only beautiful, but also contains powerful energy, which makes people feel an irresistible sense of oppression.
At the same time, Tokugawa Kazuya was also covered by a layer of light white mist.
The white mist was as light and soft as the morning fog.
It slowly rose up, completely enveloping Tokugawa Kazuya's body, making him look like an immortal walking out of a fairyland.
The white mist was like a dream, illusory and ethereal, giving people a dreamlike feeling.
It floated slowly around the arm, like an invisible barrier, isolating Tokugawa Kazuya from the outside world.
However, this barrier is not static, but surges like a mysterious force, which makes people curious and awed by it.
If you observe the white mist carefully, you will find that there seems to be a faint light flickering in it, just like the stars in the night sky, looming.
Although these faint lights are inconspicuous, they add a mysterious color to the entire white mist, making it more like a supernatural existence.
Tokugawa Kazuya could clearly feel that this mysterious power was continuously flowing into his body.
The feeling was both strange and wonderful, as if his body was being nourished and filled by a powerful energy.
As this power was injected, his muscles gradually tightened, filling him with strength and explosive power.
He knew very well that this was a special ability he gained after breaking through himself, and now, he wanted to release all of this power and give Ryoma Echizen a shocking counterattack.
In this tennis court full of passion and enthusiasm, Tokugawa Kazuya shouted without hesitation: "Colorful serve!"
This roar was like thunder, echoing over the stadium.
Then, the tennis ball in his hand seemed to be given life, and instantly burst into dazzling light.
This light is not a single color, but is interwoven with multiple colors, as brilliant and dazzling as a rainbow.
This colorful serve has an immensely powerful force just from hitting the ball.
It seemed to contain some mysterious and powerful power between heaven and earth. Wherever it went, it seemed to be able to instantly shatter all obstacles.
The tennis ball was like a burning meteor, rushing towards Echizen Ryoma at an astonishing speed, bringing up a gust of wind that made people look sideways.
At this moment, the player standing on the opposite side was filled with a strong spirit of not wanting to admit defeat.
This energy was like a raging flame, churning and burning violently in his chest.
Every dancing flame seemed to be shouting out unwillingness and stubbornness, as if it was about to break through his body and release endless power.
This momentum drove him and made it impossible for him to accept failure easily.
In his opinion, the game is far from over, and there is absolutely no reason to give up as long as the whistle of the game has not sounded.
He stared at his opponent closely, with a determined light flashing in his eyes, as if telling the opponent: "I haven't lost yet!"
Look, the tennis ball is like a happy elf between his fingers.
This elf seemed to have its own consciousness and emotions. It jumped and danced happily between his nimble fingers.
Sometimes it bounces lightly like a nimble bird dancing in the air; sometimes it slides down quickly like a meteor across the sky.
The contestant's fingers are like delicate strings, perfectly coordinating with the elf, and every touch seems to play a beautiful piece of music.
However, during this seemingly relaxing play, his eyes suddenly changed.
The originally gentle gaze instantly became as sharp as an eagle, as if it could penetrate the opponent's defense and see through every subtle movement of the opponent.