Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

"Just think of it as a warm-up for returning to the team."

Nanchuan admitted that every time this guy spoke, he was even more arrogant than when he challenged other contestants.

I want to be beaten up more than Akutsu.

It was his turn to serve this time. He took out a tennis ball, and his entire aura became extremely sharp, and the sword also buzzed.

Tokugawa sighed and reminded Medareno: "He is getting serious, you'd better be careful."

Then there was a loud bang!

Nanchuan's serve came towards Medareno with the power of a cannonball and the speed of a sword, instantly enveloping Medareno with a strong airflow.

Before Medareno could react, the door behind Nanchuan was slammed open by Nanchuan's kick.

The powerful force went straight through the entire court along with the tennis ball, bang!

Meda was knocked flying directly. Just by hearing the buzzing sound and seeing the familiar distance, Tokugawa knew that Meda in the dust had been embedded in the iron net.

He had the same result a few days ago.

But he was sure that the force Nanchuan exerted now was even more terrifying than the time when he hit him on the iron net.

After just a few days of not seeing him, this kid has made some progress, but Zhi should just take him to see the doctor for his injury, right?

What happened to that door just now?

Could it be that he really chose a different path?

Is this the end of the road for Kendo Tennis?

Tokugawa knew nothing about this. He sighed and said calmly:

"15-15"

'Meda, are you all right?'

His tone was quite calm.

When the dust settled, we saw Meda with a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth, still smiling strangely.

He reached out to wipe away the blood and stood back in the serving area.

But this time, there were spots of blood on his back, which were caused by the sharp spikes of the iron net.

Not only that, the bloody wound on his chest, which looked like it was cut by a sharp sword, was also shocking.

The two halves of the tennis ball have rolled to the sides, completing their dangerous mission!

Meda, however, acted as if he didn't feel the pain in his chest, and took out a new racket, saying:

Not bad, no wonder he was able to send Tokugawa to the hospital, his strength is very strong!"

He seemed very excited and didn't care about his injuries at all. Only a stronger opponent would make him want to destroy his opponent.

I'm going to kill you, kid!"

Nanchuan had an indifferent expression, without a smile or a hint of friendliness.

In the face of Meda's declaration, he acted as if he hadn't heard it and remained indifferent.

"Stop talking nonsense and serve the ball."

Nanchuan said coldly, "Look," his eyes already fixed on the other person.

But in his heart, there was excitement and excitement that others could not see.

He was the only one who could see that door now. It was no longer vaguely visible, but had been opened directly by him and was now standing wide open.

On the other side of the gate is a dark and mysterious road, which is the source of his power.

The source of power was completely under his control. It was so terrifying that even he could not estimate how powerful it was. He had only exerted less than one-third of his power in the ball he had just hit.

If he exerted half of his strength, he was sure that Meda could be sent directly to the hospital, but Nanchuan liked to fight like "Lingchi", at least that was the case now. He wanted to destroy the arrogant guy in front of him ball by ball. At this time, the sword had been drawn and no one could stop him.

He warned his opponents:

Use all your strength, or I guarantee you will be more seriously injured than Tokugawa. I am not a player of benevolent tennis, I can also kill you.

"What a big mouth! Then, watch the game!"

Meda didn't say anything more. He made a very strange serving posture and blasted the tennis ball out.

Like a muffled thunder, the tennis ball still carried the warning of the god of death and pressed down towards Nanchuan. The air had already twisted.

"Meda!"

Tokugawa suddenly shouted, but it was too late.

The tennis ball has hit Nanchuan in front.

Just when they thought Nanchuan would scream in the next second.

A bang sounded in my ears, and then I saw a huge sword appear behind Nanchuan among the countless swords, but it only lasted for a moment.

The sword disappears

The tennis ball was successfully caught by Nanchuan and he easily returned it.

"Go back!" With his roar, the tennis ball turned into a sharp sword.

At that moment, Meda's expression finally lost its arrogance and turned into a look of horror.

He didn't have time to dodge completely, and it was as if this huge sword pierced his chest, and then nailed him to the iron net. The scene suddenly became quiet.

Only the sound of panting was left. Nanchuan wiped the sweat off his face, took a step forward with the racket, looked at Meida who was nailed to the ground with the broken iron bowl and said:

"15-30, can you still get up? No, but I won."

After waiting for a while, I heard a muffled voice: "Damn it."

I'm not even dead yet, how did you win? "

Meda managed to stand up with her hands on the ground.

He was covered in wounds, with blood staining a large area of ​​his chest. His jersey was torn and he looked extremely miserable.

But Meida didn't feel embarrassed, and still had a smile on his face, unwilling to admit defeat. Although Tokugawa wanted to stop the fight,

But he knew that once the game started there would be no reason to stop it.

He just regretted that he should not have been brought here by this kid. He also never expected that Nanchuan's strength would increase greatly in just a few days. This kind of existence with such a terrifying evolution speed was the first time he had seen it.

Nanchuan has already stood in the serving area and the last ball will be over.

But Tokugawa was not sure whether Meda could still bear it.

Mei Da's tennis skills have been sealed. She can't play well in front of Nan Chuan. She is suppressed. Mei Da, what are you going to do?"

Just as he was thinking this, Nanchuan had already started serving without any delay.

The giant sword behind him reappeared with a bang.

Meda had already made an effort to catch the ball.

This willpower and fighting spirit seem to be in line with his identity as a commander.

The giant sword disappeared in the air and suddenly appeared again, as if it was chopped down directly from mid-air.

Orbit, orbit, orbit!

Just when I thought the game was about to end.

There was a sudden bang.

"Caught it?"

Nanchuan's face showed a fanatical expression."

'Good boy, he really didn't disappoint me, he actually caught my tennis ball! '

Da da da!

Relying on his strong intuition and hearing, he ran quickly towards the tennis ball hit back by the opponent.

however

boom!

boom!

Someone fell to the ground with a bang, and that half of the tennis ball was hit out of bounds.

This goal became Nanchuan's score.

ended.

Nan Chuan snorted, "After all, you still can't catch my ball.

"So, Meda, you

As soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned. For a moment he couldn't believe what he saw. He couldn't help but mutter: So that's how it is.

Tokugawa, the referee, also remained silent, with a complicated and regretful expression on his face.

"You are hurt."

As Tokugawa spoke, the stunned Nanchuan finally came to his senses, but he knew that Tokugawa was not speaking to him, but to the person who fell to the ground.

And he was not sure whether this person was Medanore.

How should I put it? Should I say, these are two people?

Two identical Medas appeared before him.

"Antonio, what are you doing out here?"

Tokugawa shouted at "Meda" who was hit by the tennis ball and fell to the ground, almost with only one breath left. At the same time, he helped the man up and shouted at the wounded "Meda" standing beside him:

'Send your brother to the hospital quickly!

With an arrogant look on his face, Meda snorted, “There’s no need to block it for me!

Although she was quite arrogant, she still helped her brother to stand up, and said with some reluctance, "Hey, Nanchuan, there is no winner between us. If it weren't for my brother, I would have been able to catch your ball. Next time, I will definitely fight you again."

Nanchuan was confused for a moment. Are these two twins? Twins who look exactly the same.

The ball just now was blocked by the elder brother Antonio who suddenly appeared for his younger brother and was seriously injured.

Medanore, who played with him, was his younger brother.

So, who is Spain's main player?

He looked confused.

However, he had not completely fainted at this time. Antonio, who was supported by someone, forced a smile to Nanchuan!

You are Nanchuan, right? I should have promised to come here so that we can have another official fight in the future. I was just too anxious and made a mistake just now. "

Nanchuan:

Ⅱ#

Even more messy.

hospital.

Yukimura looked at the dull Nanchuan who was sitting next to him, completely different from his usual arrogant, lively and sunny image, and sighed again.

"Before coming to the UK, I would never have thought that you would end up in hospital so many times."

'Why don't you just move in and be my fellow patient.'

Nanchuan laughed twice:

I am not always here injured, today I am here to bring someone with me. "

There is a new patient in the ward next door.

Moreover, there were two people who looked exactly the same. One was lying on the hospital bed, and the other was wrapped like a mummy and was lying next to him.

However, there is nothing wrong with the mummy's head. It is not like Orson with only a pair of eyes exposed.

He had only some minor skin injuries and had now arrived at the ward of another person lying on the bed. Tokugawa, the senior whom Yukimura had met for the third time, was also in there. The atmosphere inside was very strange. He leaned over to take a look and saw the mummy saying something arrogantly.

Yukimura asked, "Were both of them injured by you?"

"Um.""