Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 432: Offensive and defensive changes, I have a sword that can cut through the cage of time

"I am..."

"Where……"

"where is this place……"

In a magical space, Beichuan Kong slowly opened his eyes.

Looking around, he carefully looked at the world he was in.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

One eye, two eyes, three eyes...

What greeted Kitagawa Sora's eyes was an unpredictable world. The colors were constantly changing, and now it had turned gray and white.

Then, under Kitagawa Sora's gaze, it gradually dimmed.

At a glance, it seems to be boundless, and the invisible end is a dark and deep place, like an abyss, which makes people palpitate.

"Whoo~"

Under the extreme silence, Kitagawa Sora clearly felt that he could hear his own breathing.

With the mouth and nose as the transit point, the fresh air from the outside flows along the throat ducts and penetrates into the lungs. After being decomposed, it turns into energy and spreads throughout the body.

And that cool feeling also invaded the heart and spleen, making Kitagawa Sora's spirit perk up.

dong dong dong~~~
The rhythmic sound of heart beating sounded here.

Gradually, the ups and downs of the integrated pulse, through the flow of the mind, a rhythm appeared in Kitagawa Sora's induction.

"This is……"

"what……"

Listen carefully and sense carefully.

Concentrate, focus, concentrate your mind and heart...

Find Him!Get Him!See Him!Hear Him!Touch Him!

Him!
Where!
it's here!
brush~
Suddenly, Kitagawa Kong turned around and stared straight ahead.

There was a flash of fear in his deep gaze.

The next moment, in this wonderful space, Beichuan raised his feet, jumped forward, and began to run hard.

forward!forward!forward!

Without saying a word, with firm eyes, Bei Chuankong swung his arms and legs, mobilized the strength of his whole body, and chased forward.

At this moment.

Kitagawa Sora didn't know where he was or what he was doing.

There were many, too many, even more things that were gradually forgotten and hidden in his mind.

but!

An inexplicable voice sounded in Beichuan Kong's ears and heart.

——"He is right in front!"

——"Find Him!"

- "Catch Him!"

— "Touch Him!"

Although it is very inexplicable, but!
"Just ahead!"

At this moment, Kitagawa Sora, who was galloping forward in this space, spoke his first words!

So determined, so inexplicable.

Wherever your heart goes, go wherever your body goes!

hum~
brush~
Call ~
With his eyes fixed on the front, Kitagawa Sora was moving forward without hesitation.

A wisp of crystal clear light bloomed quietly.

A mysterious breeze goes straight with you.

……

Call ~
woohoo~~
woohoo~~~
On the tennis court where the wind is howling.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, above the left half of the field, in the air in the midfield area, a strong body leaped into the air.

"drink!"

A low shout sounded, and Borg's body dancing in the air suddenly swung.

The right arm surged with power and slammed down the tennis racket.

Boom!
boom!
huh~
A thick swirling stream of light shined under Borg's smash.

After galloping vertically and horizontally, he quickly fell to the right half of the field where Kitagawa Sora was, galloping and dodging.

When showing up again.

Boom~~
Boom~~~
Amidst the sudden roar and explosion, there was another wound on the protective wall. Suddenly, smoke and dust were everywhere, and gravel was flying and splashing.

The wailing protective wall issued its own wailing cry.

——Why am I always the one who gets hurt so innocently, wuwuwu~~~
——Weak, pitiful and helpless.JPG~
——Woooooo~~~
of course.

At this moment, under such a noisy and boiling atmosphere, no one would care about the crying of the protective wall.

"duo~"

"Score works."

"0-40."

At the referee's office, a loud voice sounded, and the referee announced the real-time score of the game.

At this moment, Sora Kitagawa, who had the right to serve, was given away by Borg in the seventh game.

And there was still a zero match point, a score of 0-40.

The so-called right of first attack can be said to be a complete mess.

And this moment.

Hearing and seeing such a wonderful score, the crowd in the stands had already turned into a sea of ​​excitement and excitement.

The German tennis players who supported Borg began to freely vent their inner excitement and waves.

wow~~~
"Borg! Borg! Borg..."

"Oh oh oh!!!"

"That's it! Keep killing that guy hard!"

"Hahaha~~~"

"It's match time, one more goal!"

"One more goal! One more goal! One more goal..."

The extremely noisy hustle and bustle gradually converged into a wave of sound. Under the unified thunderous shout was the call for 'one more goal'.

And somewhere in the crowd.

Sigmund Pubke also suppressed the excitement in his heart, shaking his shoulders with a look of ecstasy.

"Hurry! Hurry! We'll win now!"

His unabashed emotions said it all.

This 'businessman' who has always regarded himself as a 'mature gentleman' and demanded it, was already immersed in the game in front of him.

Schneider straightened up his huge body and chuckled.

"Kitagawa Sora can't even touch Borg's smash. Sure enough, QP, your conclusion just now is correct."

"As long as you can't get rid of the 'time loop', you will become weaker and weaker."

Looking at Kitagawa Sora, there was an extra hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.

The look he looked at Berg was filled with admiration and pride. All he could say was that he was indeed the leader of Schneider.

However, what left Schneider a little confused.

QP did not respond to him, but fell into a silent gaze.

Silently, looking into the distance, and looking at...

Kitagawa Sora!
"It always feels...something's wrong..."

QP's whisper caught the attention of Schneider, Bismarck and others, and everyone turned their heads to watch.

Retru, who was on the side, also came to join in the fun.

"If you can't catch that ray of 'time', you will never be able to escape from the prison of the 'time loop'!"

In one word, it is sonorous and powerful.

Sigmund Pubke, who was still a little worried after hearing this, relaxed for a while and relaxed.

But what makes the air quiet is.

The scene of the master-disciple pair has not completely ended. A faint whisper from QP's mouth made Sigmund Pubke's heart lift again.

"What if..."

"Caught that ray of 'time'..."

swoosh~
Call ~
A breath of air-conditioning hit my heart, and I felt extremely energetic instantly.

"Hehe~"

"This kind of thing shouldn't happen, right~~"

Sigmund Pubke illustrates a truth.

——Relaxation is just a joke, tension is the truth.

"Say it."

"I remember Borg's trick 'Baptism of Spiral Time Loop'..."

"It seems that it has never been cracked by anyone..."

Pubke, who was laughing and trembling slightly, looked directly in the direction of the tennis court and muttered in a low voice.

Can't lose, can't lose...

will win, will win...

……

Call ~
da da da~~~
The wind is noisy and the sound of batting is coming.

In the crisp sound of the rhythm, Sora Kitagawa was constantly adjusting his breathing and hitting the tennis ball on the right half.

Under that seemingly ordinary state, there are ordinary eyes, an ordinary rhythm, and an ordinary Kitagawa sky.

However, the trance and emptiness hidden deep in the depths were clearly reflected in Borg's eyes through looking at each other.

bass!
"Is that the end?"

Borg, who was leaning down with his racket and waiting for the serve to arrive, stared at Sora Kitagawa.

Under that still cold gaze, there was a slightly inexplicable... pity.

"I thought... you could push me to the limit!"

"What a pity." Originally, originally, originally.

Borg looked forward to Sora Kitagawa very much. The long-lost excitement and everything at the beginning of the game were the best proof.

In Borg's vision.

Kitagawa Sokkai is the strongest opponent he has ever encountered so far.

In the duel with Kitagawa Sora, under the extreme pressure, Borg thought he could go to that extreme situation and witness the distant scenery again.

But now~
Although it's a pity, everything is over.

Call ~
bass!
Bang!
There was a crisp sound, followed by a scream.

Accompanied by the gentle breeze and air current, a beam of light shot out from Kitagawa Sora's photo, flying from right to left towards the left half of the field where Borg was.

Looking across from him, Borg's eyes were cold and aloof.

Step, jump, and set off the racket.

After taking a good stance and preparing to retaliate, Borg whispered coldly.

"You lost due to your own confidence and carelessness!"

"Facing any opponent, you can't be careless. Always control the situation and go all out at any time."

"I hope this failure can teach you this!"

With a deep voice, the racket swung.

Swah——

Amidst the screams, a powerful 'baptism of the vortex' rushed away again.

This ball is the match point.

And Sora Kitagawa, who was trapped in a time loop and unable to escape from that cage, also made Borg lose interest in waiting.

So Borg decided to quickly resolve the battle and end this game.

"I look forward to your future."

"Kitagawa Sora!"

In one word, there was Borg's expectation.

In fact, Borg knew that Kitagawa Sora's strength was not limited to what he showed at the moment.

In addition to the light and dark balls and the two new mysterious skills, there are also the Asura Shinto and the extra-dimensional realm on the bright side.

But that doesn't make much sense anymore.

In Borg's view, Kitagawa Sora, who was dragged into the time cycle cage due to his arrogance and carelessness, based on his current performance, it is no longer possible to break out.

In other words, the game is over.

Except for pity, it is regret.

Call ~
A wind of sorrow blew, and with one last look at the right half, Borg sidestepped and turned.

Under this 'Baptism of the Whirlpool', he will score points and win the seventh round.

He's getting ready to switch venues.

Unfortunately.

Borg's cool turn of "real men never look back to see explosions" this time is destined to be imperfect.

Boom!
Boom~
woohoo~~~
There was a sudden collision and roar, the hunting wind was blowing wantonly, and the waves of smoke and dust were suddenly raised.

There was also a momentary change in the right half of the aura.

Borg's turn came to an abrupt halt in an instant.

After a pause, the half-turned body froze and stopped.

bass!
"This voice is..."

Borg, who had a large reflective bald head, stared slightly, uttered a cold word, and his eyes began to change.

And the next moment.

Boom~
huh~
There was a scream and explosion, and a golden stream of light flashed past Borg's side.

Call ~
In the violent surge of air, Borg's clothes were rolled up and made a loud noise.

At the right time, the hustle and bustle of the entire venue suddenly stopped, and the crowd in the stands fell into stasis, as if they were petrified and solidified.

And only the referee on the bench is the boss.

"Gotta...score valid."

"15-40."

The breath passes by, the next second.

As Borg turned half around, a soft voice sounded in his ears, a sound that made Borg's eyes condense and flash in an instant.

"Actually~"

"No need to wait for the future~"

……

quack~~~
After silence, the crow flew away, and then there was the sudden burst of crazy sound.

wow~~~
"Ahhhh!!!"

"hateful!!!"

"What happened just now? That guy!!!"

"Is it a coincidence? It's definitely a coincidence!!!"

"Why! Why did that guy suddenly score!!!"

"The Borg's 'Baptism of the Spiral'..."

Surprised sounds, shocked sounds, horrified sounds.

Shouting crazily, roaring at the top of his voice, and staring at him unwillingly to believe it.

Everything is intertwined at this moment.

And in the corner of the stands.

Sigmund Pubke stared blankly at the two figures on the field, and did not say any nonsense at this time.

It's just the clenched cane in the hand, stretching out the skeletal veins that appear, indicating everything.

On the side, QP and Leitruu said in a deep voice with their eyes flickering slightly.

"coming!"

"crucial moment!"

But under these words, Schneider and Bismarck were a little stunned.

"how come……"

"That feeling just now!"

"I actually fought back..."

"The 'time loop'..."

……

on the tennis court.

Under the spotlight, two figures, one on the left and one on the right, faced off again, looking at each other from afar.

Borg turned around, looked across, and said in a deep voice.

"Your current state is very different!"

The excited eyes stared at Beichuan Kong, staring and watching, unwilling to let go of any change.

On the right half.

brush~
Bei Chuankong spun the Yubai tennis racket in the air, feeling the inexplicable 'sluggishness' that acts on the mind and spirit.

A faint smile, a long and loud voice.

"Yeah, it's amazing."

Scarlet eyes flickered slightly.

The empty left hand turned in vain.

In the void around the body, there seemed to be magical threads, weaving into a cage, binding Beichuan Kong inside.

And that.

It is the limit of Borg's "spiritual will", involving a thread of "time" power!

And now, Kitagawa Sora's state is~
"You're still in the 'time loop' cage!"

"But you woke up."

Gradually, there was a touch of excitement and passion in Borg's voice.

And the rising and detonating fire of fighting spirit!

"Hehe~"

"That's right~"

Under the light words, there was a blazing flame again.

In the atmosphere that started to soar again, there was the rhythmic sound of "ta da da da" hitting the ball again.

Call ~
da da da~~~
Amid the turbulent wind, Kitagawa Sora and Borg were in position again.

Feeling that rhythm, Kitagawa Sora looked directly at Borg on the opposite half.

"I actually touched 'time' with my extreme spiritual will."

"What a big surprise, Borg~"

In fact, at the beginning, in Beichuankong's expectation, Borg's "Spiral Baptism" was probably an upgraded version of Super God's "Destroy the Five Senses".

In other words, it is just the power of pure spirit and will.

However, Borg brought a surprise with the power of 'time'.

All I can say is that he is indeed the number one player in the world, a real world full of surprises and surprises.

But now~
bass!
His eyes narrowed and he looked directly at Borg.

"Next, the offense and defense change shape!"

"Borg!"

brush~
The mustard-yellow ball soaring into the sky attracted countless eyes.

Within the constraints of the 'time loop' cage, Kitagawa Sora's body suddenly moved, and his whole body began to shine.

hum~
"I have a sword that can cut through the cage of time!"

boom!
"Come on!"

"Spiritual Death!"

"Prestige Suzu!"

……

(End of this chapter)