The Great Demon King of Internet

Twelve hours later…

The entire private island was in a state of disarray, and no objects above two meters were seen.

No matter the hillsides or trees, everything was flattened in this duel of the century!
The racket in Nanjiro's hand had been broken in half. He was covering the huge wound on his abdomen with his right hand and sat weakly cross-legged on the ground.

On the other side, Setsuna Hata was covered in blood, and only the handle of the racket in his hand was left.

He groped the ground, picked up a tennis ball that was still intact, and stood up shakily.

There was still a trace of blood and cruelty left on Setsuna's body.

"God... kill..."

The tennis ball was thrown high, and even though the racket had no frame, the third form of God's Secret was still unswervingly hitting the target in front of him.

Nanjiro smiled bitterly and said: "Old man, I really tried my best!"

Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly, and there was the sound of running footsteps.

A familiar voice sounded from my ears: "Nanjiro, I didn't expect you to be so embarrassed!"

The tall figure quickly flashed past him, facing the final divine kill head on!

"Well done! My good apprentice! God can't do it!!"

The person coming was none other than Federer. He held the shot with both hands, gathered the power of Shura Shinto, and unleashed his strongest move!
The eagle eye's insight ability accurately observed the best hitting point of God's Kill, and God's Killer stepped forward to wrap it up!
The tennis ball sank deeply into the center of the net, and this majestic force almost knocked the racket out of Federer's hand!
Federer gritted his teeth and said: "Did you take stimulants? Did you return the ball so hard? But don't underestimate your teacher!"

Drink ah ah ah! !
Federer roared, his energy exploded, and he hit back cleanly with the final kill!
The side effects of the bloody violence were finally exhausted, and the scarlet color in Setsuna's eyes slowly receded.

His body shook a few times and he fell on his back on the court, unconscious.

Federer breathed a sigh of relief and quickly dialed the phone with his slightly trembling right hand, asking the medical team to rush to the island to deal with the aftermath.

A few minutes later, the medical staff quickly arrived, and Momo, who was covered in blood, was simply treated and properly carried away. When the doctor indicated that his life was not in danger, he heaved a sigh of relief.

Turning his head, Federer walked toward Echizen Nanjiro with ill intentions.

"Hey! A rare visitor! Isn't this the legendary samurai Nanjiro?"

Nanjiro said helplessly: "I am also a wounded person. You won't just die without saving me, right?"

"Save you? That's easy to say! Either fight me, or beg me! It's within your power, and I asked my old brother to personally beg you to take action, right?"

Nanjiro's expression suddenly looked like he had eaten two kilograms of durian.

Listening to the tone of Federer's words, there is no need to think that the old man must be worried and asked Federer for help again.

The incident of releasing Federer's pigeon in the previous final is still fresh in my mind, plus the incident of having my savior accompany me in old age.

It can be said that there are old and new grudges. It’s strange that Federer and Nanjiro have a good face when they meet!

However, I still need to be thoughtful and considerate. The reinforcements came just in time!
Federer continued to express dissatisfaction: "That brat too! You didn't tell me such a big thing! If I hadn't used this private island, I wouldn't have been able to find you! What? He doesn't like me anymore." Teacher’s strength?”

Nanjiro sighed: "Don't hold on, your arm has been broken by the ball just now."

Federer suddenly fell silent and stopped talking.

Nanjiro asked with great interest: "Did you really research the mental traits? Why do you still use the same old style of play after so many years and don't do more research in this area?"

Federer sneered and sat cross-legged opposite Nanjiro. "The mental traits were researched by Setsuna Hata, but they are just using my fame to promote them. As for me, now I just want to see my precious daughter grow up and see my apprentice reach the top of the world. Nothing else matters anymore!"

Nanjiro smiled and said: "You are more transparent, you are not as stubborn as before."

Federer snorted softly: "I have trained such a strong successor, what else can I be dissatisfied with? Can the two sons you raised be half as good as Setsuna?"

Nanjiro turned his head away unhappily and stopped talking.

Federer looked at Nanjiro a few more times, and suddenly laughed and said: "Even an old boy like you, wasn't it also the case that you were tortured into this miserable state?"

Nanjiro's eyes widened: "I was abused? I didn't even lose a game, okay? That kid had a weird power in his body that I don't know where it came from, which made him drag me down. In terms of real strength, In terms of strength, he is still far behind!”

"Yo yo yo! I'm so worried! You're so powerful, why are you sitting on the ground holding your waist? Why do you want me to save you?"

"Show some shame! Who needs you to save? If you don't intervene, that kid can't hit me! Besides, I have been playing with that monster kid for more than ten hours, and you are still showing off even though you have trouble catching every ball. What?"

Boom! !

While the two middle-aged men were in a hurry, the island experienced another abnormal vibration.

Federer said seriously: "This island is going to sink, let's get out of here quickly!"

…………

after one day.

At the private clinic in Federer's mansion, Setsuna Hata has already put on a ventilator, and a team of experts hired by Federer with a high salary began a full-body examination.

The leading expert is reporting the results to Federer.

"The vital signs are quite stable, there is no life-threatening risk, but the blood loss is a bit large. However, the physical fitness of the injured is extremely terrible, and it is not at all the development level that a child of this age should have. Moreover, his body is healing The speed is extremely fast, and the injuries inside and outside the body will be fully recovered within three or four days.”

Federer's right hand was bandaged and he frowned: "Then when will he wake up?"

The expert shook his head slightly: "I'm not sure. The injured person's mental strength has been consumed too much. I'm afraid it will take some time to recover smoothly, but I estimate it will not exceed a week."

Federer nodded, relieved.

Then, he walked to another ward. Nanjiro's abdomen was bandaged, and he was lying leisurely on the bed, flipping through a collector's edition of an adult magazine.

Federer immediately gritted his teeth: "Are you a dog-natured guy? You found out the secrets of my magazines? Go back to Neon to recuperate, don't stay here!"

Nanjiro waved his hand: "No, no, you have so many good things here, I want to appreciate them all!"

Federer narrowed his eyes: "Don't force me to call security to chase people away!"

A mysterious smile appeared on Nanjiro's face: "I have seen your daughter's photo. You said that by coincidence, my son Ryoma met Setsuna Hata in New York and was well educated by him. I asked someone to check it out. In the video of their battle, I happened to see a little girl next to Setsuna, she must be your daughter! You said, if I tell your daughter about you secretly hiding adult magazines..."

Federer's face was full of black lines and he turned around and left!

"Get out of here when you're hurt!"

Nanjiro shouted from behind: "I want to eat grilled fish and shrimp pancakes tonight!"

"Find the chef yourself! Stop bothering me!" (End of Chapter)