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Chapter 542: Long Ya's Madness, the Fusion of Dual Ultimates

"How could it be [Baptism of Whirlpool]?"

Representatives from various countries were shocked.

Even the German team, including Polk, found it incredible.

This is Polk's famous stunt.

From the time he first performed this move, to when he participated in professional competitions and the current World Cup, no one has been able to imitate this move.

Without him.

The baptism of the vortex requires not only superb ball skills, but also extremely strong mental strength to carry out ultra-fine control of the force.

The powerful force like a whirlpool was Polk's mental force that could interfere with the entity and make use of one point of strength as if it were ten points.

The instantaneous vortex-like traction force is enough to cause a comminuted fracture in the opponent's arm.

but.

Ishikawa in front of him performed it easily.

Not only that, judging from the effect of this shot, the opponent's mastery of the vortex baptism has reached an extremely high level.

"He's just a monster."

Bismarck, who was well-trained, couldn't help but say at this moment: "This kind of tennis talent is really scary!"

"Ah."

Qp nodded heavily upon hearing this.

In comparison, he, who is also called a super genius and even the most outstanding product of Germany's elite tennis education, pales in comparison.

That was the baptism of the whirlpool.

Even though he had been in contact with Polk for more than three years and had considerable research experience in this move, he was not at all sure that he could perform this move in actual combat.

What's more, the other party has achieved a perfect replica.

"This guy is too strong!"

Spanish team.

Not only Vice Captain Frio and others, but also Captain Medanore, looked at Ishikawa with a deep awe in their eyes.

Up to now, he hasn't even found the slightest flaw in the opponent.

Powerful five-dimensional abilities.

Flawless ball skills.

And that terrifying insight and judgment ability.

He put himself in the shoes of Long Ya, and when he thought about how his opponent would be such a terrifying person, he subconsciously felt a chill in his heart.

"Long Ya."

Taking a deep breath, Medanore gave his companion a complicated look.

Next, the other party can only wish for the best.

"The ultimate realm has been torn open."

Outside the court, Nanjiro looked at Ishikawa fiercely, "I didn't expect that he could break Long Ya's ultimate quality in this way. Wait. That's not right!"

Sudden.

He seemed to have seen something, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"His state. Mental? Skills? Physical? I see!"

Nanjiro finally reacted.

"From the very beginning, he adjusted his condition to the best mode. His mind, skills, and body were all in place. In other words, Long Ya's ultimate quality could not affect him at all."

Mind, skill and body!

This was the standard for measuring the strength of tennis players before the concept of the five dimensions was born. A true top player would adjust these three to perfection.

In other words.

The ultimate power that Ishikawa possesses is not just the ultimate quality and the four-in-one Ashura Shinto.

"This boy is really too strong!"

Even Nanjiro was deeply wary of Ishikawa deep in his heart at this moment.

Bang!
boom!
Bang!
boom!
The game continues.

After breaking through Longya's ultimate dark quality tennis, Ishikawa once again dominated the game. At this time, he had no weaknesses at all, no flaws in defense, and overwhelming in attack.

Even more terrifying.

At this moment, he was already able to switch between offense and defense perfectly, leaving no room for his opponents to take advantage.

Bang!
"Game!"

"Japan team Ishikawa, 2-1!"

Bang!
"Game!"

"Japan team Ishikawa, 3-1!"

Bang!
"Game!"

"Japan team Ishikawa, 4-1!"

In the blink of an eye, Ishikawa won three games again.

The overwhelming attack made the audience outside the venue tremble with fear. After the shock, everyone was left with deep awe.

In tennis competition, strength comes first.

No matter how elegant the etiquette, how gentle and approachable the character, or how fierce the character and despicable the means, in the end, strength will speak for itself.

at this time.

People have forgotten Ishikawa's age. Deep down in their hearts, they already regard him as a tennis player of Polk or even above Polk's level.

It can be said.

Today, even if Ishikawa directly participates in professional competitions, or even the four Grand Slams, no one would think he is incompetent. On the contrary, when people speculate on his ranking, they are probably going to go to the quarterfinals or even the semifinals.

You know, he is only 12 years old now.

"Ugh."

Seeing Long Ya being completely suppressed by Ishikawa and sweating all over in less than 10 minutes, Hopkins of the American team couldn't help but sigh.

"Echizen Ryuga's tennis is truly extraordinary."

As the second-in-command of the American team, he had also felt jealous of the boy in front of him. He thought Reinhardt was too biased and even felt that his opponent's strength was exaggerated.

Until just now, he finally let go of his prejudice against Long Ya.

after all.

Even Reinhart has never entered the ultimate realm of tennis.

"Pity."

After a pause, he said with great emotion: "His talent is top-notch in any other era. It is not impossible for him to become a legendary player."

"Yes."

Balentin also nodded with great emotion.

"Unfortunately, he had such bad luck that he met that person!"

As they spoke, their eyes were all looking at the calm black-haired boy on the court.

"indeed."

Even Reinhardt sighed: "It is our misfortune to be in the same era as him."

Compared with Ishikawa, even strong people like Polk, Byodoin, Medanore and Ryuga in front of him all pale in comparison.

No accidents.

The one who will dominate the tennis world and monopolize the championship spots in the future will definitely be this young man.

"it's over"

Representatives from other countries, and even the Spanish team's own players, sighed inwardly.

No one thought that Long Ya could turn the situation around.

In their opinion, in two minutes at most, the other party would be embarrassed and leave the stage, completely becoming the background board of that scary boy.

"Sure enough, it has come to this." However.

Unlike what others imagined, that she was beaten to a loss of her fighting spirit, Long Ya was actually calm at this moment.

He had anticipated the strength of his opponent. Therefore, the ultimate quality of darkness he had just displayed was not his full strength.

"No way. This level is not enough to defeat you."

Holding the racket tightly with both hands, Long Ya spread her legs, lowered her center of gravity, and suddenly a milky white cyclone emerged from her entire body.

"This is the state of selflessness?!"

On the Japanese team's side, Tezuka, Toyama, Chitose and others reacted immediately after sensing this familiar ability.

"This"

Afterwards, everyone was at a loss again.

This is the final of the World Cup, and the opponent is a truly terrifying existence like Ishikawa who has no blind spots. The state of no self. Are you really not here to make fun of me?
"wrong!"

Afterwards, Tezuka noticed the change in the other party's aura and his eyes could not help but become stern: "His aura is rising. Is this... perfect?"

"It's the glory of fortitude!"

Mitsuya said in a deep voice: "His use of the perfect device has indeed reached the point where he can do whatever he wants."

hum!
at this time.

The selfless aura on Long Ya's body surged again, and her momentum increased by more than twice than before.

"The radiance of love?"

In the stands, the players of the French team were all stunned.

One of them, Camus, who had long golden hair, narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person in surprise.

"He actually also mastered this ability?"

Camus himself realized this special reserved light only after he developed empathy with the racket, even to the point of alternative love.

But looking at Long Ya, his style is weird and changeable. From the beginning of the game till now, he has not shown any persistence or love for the racket. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like someone who can awaken the [Glory of Love].

"No, it's not over yet!"

Suddenly.

As if he saw something, Amadeus of the Spanish team suddenly widened his eyes: "That kind of momentum. Is it the glory of loneliness?!"

now.

The aura on Long Ya's body rose again.

A lonely and desolate temperament emerged, but surprisingly, it did not interfere with the two special reserved lights before.

"Could it be that"

As if realizing something, Qp's eyes narrowed.

"Ultimate.Quality?"

Bismarck, who was standing next to him, also got the key information and his heart skipped a beat.

boom!
really.

next moment.

With Long Ya as the center, a dazzling white light suddenly burst out. The light was so bright that it completely enveloped the entire stadium, including the stadium.

Susu
After a while.

When the white light fades away.

Long Ya's figure was revealed.

At this moment, the Spanish coat he was wearing fluttered gently. There were tiny particles of light on his body, and his temperament was transcendent, as if he was a god descending to the world.

"Sure enough. It is the ultimate quality!"

Seyfried, Frankensteiner and others were startled.

"Is there anyone who can master both light and darkness, two different ultimate qualities?"

Polk also raised questions.

You know, love, fortitude, loneliness and hatred, depravity and despair are completely mutually exclusive spiritual wills. Logically speaking, these two different abilities cannot appear in the same person.

"No, there's something wrong with his breath. What's this?"

however.

The changes in Long Ya are not over yet.

Polk keenly noticed that within the white light on the other party's body, a wisp of black gas suddenly emerged. Then, the black and white colors intertwined and merged with each other, and unexpectedly a gray, chaotic color was born.

"Liar, liar, right?"

Seeing this, Seyfried's pupils suddenly contracted.

"impossible!"

Even someone as calm as Bismarck got goosebumps all over his body at this moment.

Qp's pupils shrank: "Is he crazy? Forcibly fusing two ultimate powers of different attributes? The impact of the mutually repelling mental forces colliding instantly will turn him into an idiot!"

crazy!

He just felt that Long Ya was completely crazy!

The deep inside of the human body is indeed a very powerful force, but at the same time, it is also the most fragile ability. Once something goes wrong, it can cause mental disorder at the least, or even brain overload, completely destroying consciousness and turning into an idiot, or even a vegetative state to the extent of brain death!
but.

Polk next to him showed admiration.

He knew very well that the opponent had no way out. No matter the ultimate quality of darkness or the ultimate quality of positive, it was impossible for Ishikawa to be a match.

Only by combining the two abilities can he have a chance of winning.

But Polk himself doesn't think he can do that. As a professional player, he is known for his calmness and rationality, and it is impossible for him to burn himself out just because of the victory or defeat of a game.

but.

This does not affect his admiration for the other party.

"Perhaps, only someone like this can defeat that guy!"

Think of this.

Deep down in his heart, Polk hoped that the other party could withstand the impact of that terrifying spiritual power and obtain the ultimate power.

boom!
Sudden.

Long Ya’s aura exploded.

The rolling air waves continued to spread out in all directions, but the suffocatingly strong pressure suddenly disappeared.

"What, what's wrong?"

On the Spanish team's side, Echizen's expression froze.

"Could it be that?"

Frio, Benberi and others also became nervous. This was because it was likely that the opponent had failed to forcefully fuse the two abilities. The price of failure was not only losing the game, but it could also ruin Long Ya's life.

"Is it worth it?"

Off the field.

Nanjiro looked at the smoke-filled area with a serious look.

"Of course. Worth it!"

next moment.

An extremely firm voice came out from it.

Subsequently.

The smoke cleared.

A young man with black and white flames wrapped around his body and sparkling eyes appeared.

"S-succeeded?"

The Spanish team subconsciously clenched their fists. Even Medanore became nervous.

"so."

He looked at the young man who had a fierce aura and made him feel a great pressure just by observing him, and his heart was shocked: "Has he really entered the realm above the ultimate?"

(End of this chapter)