SFS Chapter 727: Temporary is only temporary after all, one goal determines the outcome
Chapter 727: Temporary is only temporary after all, one goal determines the outcome
The next moment, Beichuan raised the racket in his hand.
Boom~~~!
The aura and momentum of the body seemed to complement each other and surged rapidly.
From the feeling of being as powerful as a prison, it gradually became invisible and formless, but it gave people an irresistible terrifying pressure and deterrence from the bottom of their hearts.
Boom~!
Just at this time.
The dust on the court seemed to vibrate and leap up in an instant, and then stagnate in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, the terrifying shock wave set off a series of chain reactions like dominoes.
The dust was spreading and the ripples were blooming. When they spread to an extreme range, they suddenly gathered back towards the center of the explosion.
At this moment, it seemed as if the sky and the earth changed color, as if it was a punishment from God.
The huge vortex completely submerged the stadium, making it difficult for the people watching outside to see anything.
In a flash, a flash of extreme light suddenly shone in the vortex of wind and dust, and even the people outside could see it clearly.
"Be careful!"
Beichuan, who had accumulated enough strength, laughed loudly and swung the racket in his hand fiercely at this moment.
boom!
Following an extremely faint crashing sound, the huge dust vortex suddenly stopped abruptly as if the pause button had been pressed.
Even the dust and gravel were hanging in the air in an extremely strange way.
All this seems very slow, but in fact it is extremely fast.
The moment his voice fell, Beichuan had already completed the swing and was continuing to swing.
During this period, the dust that was originally frozen in the air began to fall vertically to the ground sparsely, as if tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
The next moment, boom!!!
An explosion that seemed to destroy the world rose from above the stadium.
Immediately afterwards, the shock wave, which was like a level 9 typhoon, began to spread continuously in all directions. It was a scene of the end of the world.
The entire stadium seemed to be torn apart by this force, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the ground, and the air was filled with a burning smell.
The crowd in the audience screamed in surprise, and many people even subconsciously covered their ears to try to block out the deafening sound.
The terrifying air waves caused by this ball hit Ralph Reinhardt continuously, as if an invisible hammer was hitting his body again and again.
The overwhelming and irresistible momentum and aura followed like a tide, pressing down layer by layer, making it almost impossible to breathe.
For a moment, Ralph Reinhardt felt as if he was at the end of the universe - the loneliness, desolation, and boundless sense of emptiness surged from all directions, making him fall into a state of near suffocation.
He seemed to be rejected by the whole world, like a speck of dust abandoned by the universe, floating helplessly in the void.
Enduring the rejection from the entire universe without any ability to fight back, this feeling was not just a psychological illusion, but a real effect on his body.
Every inch of his muscles was trembling and every nerve was screaming, but even so, he still didn't move at all.
Just standing there, motionless.
The wind blew through his hair, lifting a few strands of slightly curly golden hair.
The sunlight shines on his profile, outlining a firm outline.
Sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the ground along his chin, making a slight "sizzling" sound.
It seemed as if even the air was scorched by this oppressive force.
However, if you look closely, you can vaguely sense something different about him.
That was some kind of change that was quietly brewing.
A power that is about to break out of its cocoon.
It was as if the other party was pregnant with something.
Not only did his aura not gradually weaken due to this ball and the side effects of the temporary master level, but it was still rising at a terrifying geometric speed.
Every breath and every heartbeat seems to be accumulating amazing energy.
It was as if a sleeping giant beast was slowly waking up.
From this point, it can be seen that Ralph Reinhardt can no longer continue to force his way through.
He has reached a breaking point.
If you don't give it a try, you might lose your last chance.
So he decided to launch a full-scale attack as if he had given everything he had.
As for Beichuan's goal, he could only choose to give up.
The atmosphere on the court became extremely solemn, as if even time had stopped at this moment.
The people in the audience held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two people in the audience.
The sunlight filtered through the clouds, casting dappled shadows on the green grass and illuminating their figures facing each other.
"We are finally reaching the climax of the entire game."
Beichuan looked at Ralph Reinhardt who was ready to attack across from him, his lips slightly raised and his eyes flashing with a fiery light.
"Although the current situation is somewhat distorted..."
"But being able to face a master for the first time is still quite inspiring."
He moved his wrist slightly, and there was a slight clicking sound between his knuckles.
In those clear yet bottomless eyes, there burned a long-lost excitement and desire.
Since Kitagawa started playing tennis, the opponents he faced were basically either much weaker than him or much stronger than him.
Take Brand, Echizen Nanjiro and others for example, they are all very strong, and are all above the master level.
But when Beichuan played against them, the opponents would keep their strength around the professional level.
In fact, Beichuan also understood why the other party controlled this state.
Firstly, if one does not control his strength to a professional level, then he will not have a chance to compete at all;
Secondly, Kitagawa is only a freshman in junior high school, while they are all retired old men.
If you still go all out at this time, you will definitely be criticized by others.
Even the master-level professional players they met in Australia only gave Beichuan some suggestions in the end, and there was no real fight between them.
This also led to Kitagawa feeling that he had never found the opponent he really wanted.
This problem becomes more and more serious as time goes by.
Even though he is on a path of invincibility, Beichuan on this path still longs for a real showdown, a contest that will make his blood boil.
Thus, the current situation was achieved.
Although the current situation has some drawbacks, such as neither side is in a stable master-level state, and it can even be said to be a forced overdraft and extreme burst, but this is enough for Beichuan.
Beichuan was sincerely happy to have a similar opponent.
Of course, at this moment, Kitagawa hopes that Ralph Reinhardt can hold on a little longer.
At the same time, he also hopes to make further progress in this stage.
After all, whether participating in a competition or forcing the opponent into a temporary master level, the purpose is to make yourself stronger.
"call……"
The next moment, Beichuan and Ralph Reinhardt both exhaled, and white mist condensed briefly in the air before dissipating.
Their movements were almost synchronized, as if they were old rivals who had already understood each other for many years.
At this moment, the eyes of both people were particularly bright.
That is not ordinary concentration, but a resonance deep in the soul, a mutual appreciation that only exists between strong people.
"How about one goal to decide the outcome?"
Ralph Reinhardt, who had been silent all this time, spoke solemnly to Kitagawa at this time.
The voice was not loud, but it was filled with unquestionable firmness.
It was obvious that he could no longer hold on for much longer and his physical limit was approaching.
That's why he made this suggestion - to decide the winner with one ball and not drag it out any further.
Hearing this, Beichuan was silent for a moment, then smiled with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
"Then let's decide the outcome with one goal."
He nodded, his tone calm but filled with unshakable determination.
Then he threw the tennis ball in his hand high into the air.