dognovel Chapter 844: The Suppression of the New Generation
Chapter 844: The Suppression of the New Generation
Chapter 844: The Suppression of the New Generation
It was like the first horn before a big battle. He wanted to make his opponent and the audience present.
Let everyone who pays attention to this game understand that this game has been under his control from the very beginning.
Those so-called predecessors have a very high reputation in the tennis world. Their names are praised by everyone and their playing styles are imitated by countless people.
Those masters who are held in high esteem by everyone dominate the arena and seem to be invincible.
But in Ryoma Echizen's heart, they were nothing more than that.
He has his own beliefs and pursuits, and he wants to use his own strength to write his own legend in the world of tennis.
He seemed to have seen the future, himself standing at the pinnacle of world tennis, receiving cheers and admiration from everyone.
He held the tennis racket tightly in his hand. The racket seemed to be a part of his body, giving him endless strength.
His eyes became more determined, and he was ready to meet the next challenge and continue to show his kingly demeanor in this game.
"Next, I want to see what tricks they can come up with to deal with me. I will definitely not give them any chance to breathe. Victory can only belong to me."
He raised his chin slightly, his eyes revealed a ruthless determination to win, and his tone seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
With unquestionable determination.
He clenched his fists subconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Every muscle in his body was tense, like a volcano ready to erupt.
At this moment, he seemed to have seen the final outcome of the game. The scene was extremely clear in his mind:
He stood in the center of the arena, with streamers flying around him and the audience's cheers deafening.
The trophy gleamed alluringly in the sun, and the entire stadium was under his control.
In the stands, the audience were originally still whispering to each other, discussing the progress of the game.
Some spectators frowned, analyzing the strengths and weaknesses of both players;
Some spectators were excited, looking forward to the next exciting match;
Some spectators were betting with the people next to them about which side would win in the end, and the scene was noisy.
However, this sudden scene instantly stopped their voices.
It was as if time had frozen at this moment, and everyone's eyes widened as if they were under a spell.
Staring intently at the tennis ball on the court that was emitting golden light.
The tennis ball seemed to have a mysterious magic, attracting everyone's attention.
A young male audience member opened his mouth wide enough to fit an egg.
His eyes were so wide open that his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, and his face was full of disbelief.
The drink in my hand tilted unconsciously, and the transparent liquid flowed slowly along the wall of the cup like a small silver snake.
It dripped onto his pants, soaking a large area, but he was completely unaware.
His attention was completely drawn to the tennis ball on the court. His mind was blank, with only the golden light flashing.
A girl with a ponytail next to her covered her mouth tightly with her hands, as if this could suppress the amazement and shock in her heart.
Her eyes were shining like stars, full of disbelief and excitement.
The originally carefully groomed hair was now a little messy due to excitement, with a few strands of hair playfully scattered beside the cheeks.
Her body was trembling slightly and her feet were unconsciously standing on tiptoe, as if this would allow her to get closer to the playing field.
Seeing the magical scene more clearly, her heartbeat accelerated rapidly, as if it was about to burst through her chest, and she was completely immersed in this shocking scene.
On this tennis court which is bustling yet filled with a tense atmosphere.
An old man with gray hair appeared on the stands.
His hair was sparse and gray, as if it had been stained with a layer of frost and snow by the years, and each strand of white hair seemed to be telling the vicissitudes of the past.
At this moment, his body leaned forward greatly, as if he wanted to cross the distance of the stands.
Get a closer look at what's happening on the field.
He held the railing of the stands tightly with his hands, which were covered with wrinkles and calluses, and the joints were white from the exertion.
Like being covered by a thin layer of frost.
His fingers were like pliers, gripping the railing tightly, as if only in this way could he stabilize his shaky body.
He murmured to himself, his voice weak but full of shock: "This... How is this possible!"
The voice trembled with a hint of disbelief, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of the soul.
The entire auditorium was silent, so silent that it seemed as if time had stopped.
The originally noisy crowd seemed to have been muted at this moment, with only the occasional sound of people gasping in shock.
The sound seemed particularly abrupt in the silent air.
It seemed as if everyone was stunned by the powerful force of this light shot, and their eyes widened.
His eyes were filled with astonishment and fear. He was so immersed in this incredible scene that he forgot to breathe for a moment.
Everyone's face was filled with shock, and some had their mouths open.
Some of them stared with their eyes wide open, while others even sat in their seats, motionless.
"Light ball!"
Nagashiro Kimura stood at the side of the court, looking at the tennis ball that was emitting black smoke and rolling on the ground.
Black smoke rose up like a messenger from hell. His expression froze instantly, as if he had been cast under a spell.
His body was as stiff as a stone, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
The shock and fear in his eyes were as if he had seen something beyond imagination.
His pupils contracted sharply, and his eyes flickered with complex lights, including surprise, fear, and a hint of admiration.
Involuntarily, he slowly turned his head. The movement was slow and stiff, as if every turn required a huge amount of effort.
His eyes were fixed on the charred tennis ball outside of bounds. The tennis ball was lying quietly on the ground, and the surrounding ground was burnt.
There was a pungent smell. His heart was like a raging sea, with an indescribable shock surging in his heart.
The shock was like a surging tide, hitting his heart wave after wave and making him unable to recover for a long time.
The scene of the light hitting the ball just now kept replaying in his mind, the powerful force and the incredible speed.
He was filled with great shock and awe.
A strong desire surged up from deep within his heart, a desire to see such a wonderful moment again, a desire to experience that powerful force personally.
In this silent arena, everyone was shocked by the light shot, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.
The charred tennis ball is like a symbol, symbolizing the intensity and incredibleness of the game, as well as the infinite charm and possibilities of tennis.
In this tense and fierce tennis game, Tokugawa Kazuya stood on one side of the court, his heart felt like a lake with a huge rock thrown into it.
Instantly, ripples of astonishment appeared.
When his eyes fell on the tennis ball, the horrific sight was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into his heart.
The originally round surface of the tennis ball has now become bumpy, as if it had experienced a fierce battle.
The cracks seemed like wounds carved by time, telling of the tremendous force that had just been endured.
Seeing this scene, Tokugawa Kazuya's body seemed to be hit by an invisible electric current, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Although the trembling was not obvious, it was like a sign before a storm, revealing the turmoil in his heart.
The blue veins on his forehead were like angry earthworms, shaking uncontrollably.
Every tremor seemed to be venting the unspeakable shock and anxiety in his heart.
His expression turned very ugly, and a hint of panic flashed in his originally calm eyes.
It seemed that at this moment, the world he was familiar with was completely turned upside down.
Tokugawa Kazuya himself was an expert at light hitting and was well aware of the power and difficulty of this move.
During practice and competition, he put in countless sweat and effort to master this move.
Every swing of the racket, every precise control of strength and angle, made him realize how hard it was to win this move.
However, at this moment, the light ball hit by Longma was like a carefully carved cannonball.
The power is obviously superior.
The tennis ball came towards him with a whistling sound and in an unstoppable manner, as if it was going to completely destroy everything in front of him.
Even the experienced and battle-hardened Tokugawa Kazuya was unable to face such an attack.
I also felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, without the absolute confidence to be able to fight back easily.
His palms were slightly sweaty, and he unconsciously increased the strength of his hands that were tightly gripping the racket, and his knuckles turned white from the force.
His brain was working rapidly, thinking of countermeasures, but every thought seemed so pale and powerless in the face of such a powerful attack.
Just as Tokugawa Kazuya was panicking, Echizen Ryoma was standing on the other side of the field with a relaxed look on his face.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident smile, and his words revealed an unquestionable confidence and dominance: "The intensity of the game is too low, I will take the initiative to increase the intensity first."
His voice was clear and firm, echoing in the empty tennis court, as if it was an order that could not be disobeyed.
After saying that, Echizen Ryoma carried his racket and walked around the court with casual steps.
His casual attitude made it seem as if this intense competition was just an ordinary practice and the tense situation before him was not worth mentioning at all.
His eyes revealed a kind of indifference and calmness, as if everything was under his control.
Each of his movements seemed so natural and smooth, without the slightest tension or panic, just like a seasoned general, commanding his troops on the battlefield with confidence.
The audience around couldn't help but exclaim in amazement when they saw this scene.
Some of the audience stared with their eyes wide open, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes; others were whispering to each other.
Everyone was talking about Ryoma's strength and confidence. In this noisy environment, Echizen Ryoma still maintained his own pace.
Ready to meet the next challenge, he seemed to emanate an invisible aura that made people involuntarily impressed.
In the brightly lit and bustling arena, he, Ryoma Echizen, stood there proudly with his tall posture.
His eyes were like a deep cold pond, calm yet frighteningly sharp, locking tightly upon his opponent.
The breeze blew gently, ruffling the strands of hair on his forehead, but it did not disturb his inner thoughts at all.
At this moment, his thoughts were racing in his mind like a precision-running machine.
"The opponents haven't recovered from the shock of the goal just now. Look at how distraught they are. Their eyes are full of astonishment and confusion. Their bodies are frozen in place as if they were cast under a spell. This is a perfect opportunity. I will take advantage of their confusion and further control the rhythm of the game."
He held the tennis racket tightly in his hand, and the racket seemed to be an extension of his body, conveying his firmness and determination.
"I raised my intensity and showed them that I have more potential than ever. Behind every swing of my racket, there is endless power and unpredictable skills. I can serve like a comet and move around the court with ghostly steps. No matter what tricks they have next, whether it's a more powerful smash or a tricky spin ball, I can easily deal with it."
He raised his chin slightly, his eyes revealing a domineering attitude that no one else could match.
"This match is the stage for me to show myself to the world. I want everyone to remember my name - Echizen Ryoma! I want them to know that I am not the rookie who is looked down upon by others, but a king who can create great waves in the world of tennis."
A burning fire ignited in his heart, which was the desire for victory and the pursuit of honor.
At this moment, he seemed to have become the master of the entire arena, and every inch of air was under his control.
His aura was as powerful as an invisible storm, sweeping across the entire arena.
He was ready to face the next more intense challenge like a king. His tall and straight figure was like a towering mountain, indestructible.
As Ryoma Echizen said this, the already lively audience seats suddenly exploded.
It was like a huge stone was thrown into a calm lake, causing thousands of waves.
Various exclamations, discussions, and curses intertwined together to form a noisy symphony.
"This kid is too crazy!"
A burly man had a red face, the veins on his neck were bulging, his eyes were wide open and he shouted loudly.
The voice seemed to break through the sky. There was a trace of anger and unwillingness on his face, as if he couldn't accept such arrogance from a seemingly young contestant.
He clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and he looked as if he was about to rush down from the audience at any moment.
Compete with Echizen Ryoma.
Beside him, some spectators also echoed his words, shaking their heads and sighing, thinking that Echizen Ryoma was too arrogant.
However, there were also some viewers whose eyes flickered with excitement and anticipation.
They were attracted by Ryoma Echizen's confidence and dominance, as if they saw a new star about to rise in the tennis world.