SFS Chapter 725: Holy Sword Slash, Crazy and Emotionless Reinhardt
Chapter 725: Holy Sword Slash, Crazy and Emotionless Reinhardt
It was a being that exuded the aura of death, and its ruthless eyes reflected the end of all things in the world.
His long black-gray hair fluttered in the wind, and his naked body was engraved with countless ancient and obscure characters, as if telling of some ancient curse.
There was a heavy black chain fetter on his feet, which made a series of crisp clash sounds.
He slowly raised his hand, and three magatama of different colors slowly emerged around him.
One is red as blood, one is green as forest, and one is black as night.
They swirled around him, emitting chilling energy fluctuations.
The entire stadium has entered an unprecedented state of high tension.
The two sides confronted each other with great momentum, as if a devastating blow would unleash in the next second.
And this time.
It seemed as if even the wind was frozen in mid-air by this momentum.
Ralph Reinhardt's gaze grew sharper, his deep eyes seemed to be burning with an eternal flame, revealing a fighting spirit and concentration that could not be ignored.
The whole person is like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed, ready to strike.
He slowly raised his right hand and gripped the racket tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.
His breathing became steady and powerful, and every breath seemed to absorb the breath between heaven and earth, condensing into a tremendous force.
As the energy in his body continued to rise, his entire aura was like surging waves of clouds, sweeping towards Beichuan.
It was a pure and violent force, as if it could tear apart space and crush all barriers that stood in its way.
For a moment, two completely different auras suddenly collided.
It was like the most primitive forces between heaven and earth colliding with each other.
The air seemed to be compressed to the extreme at this moment, and the surrounding void was constantly collapsing, making bursts of sharp cracking sounds.
On the ground, dust and gravel were flying, as if the whole world was trembling for the upcoming showdown.
In an instant, Ralph Reinhardt tossed the tennis ball into the air.
The movements were smooth and natural, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.
His eyes were fixed on the slowly rising tennis ball, and his expression was unusually calm, as if he had no emotions at all.
Then he leaped up with incredible speed, like a beast pouncing on its prey.
The moment he jumped up, a rich breath gushed out of his body.
A pair of emerald eight-winged wings condensed behind him.
The wings were crystal clear, emitting a soft yet sharp light, as if woven from countless laws.
With just a flap of his wings, his body was suspended steadily in the air, as if time had stopped.
After he swung the racket in his hand fiercely, accompanied by a loud bang -
"boom!"
The moment the racket face hit the tennis ball, the whole world seemed to shake.
The sky suddenly changed color, dark clouds gathered, thunder and lightning flashed, as if an angel had descended, bringing the majesty and judgment of God.
Faintly, one could hear the indifferent murmur of God, low and distant.
It seems to have traveled through countless time and space.
"Holy Sword Slash!"
As Ralph Reinhardt finished speaking, it seemed as if thousands of rays of light exploded from the sky.
The light radiates in all directions, scatters continuously, and then gathers together again, repeating over and over again, as if there is no end.
At that moment, the whole world seemed to be filled with only light and destruction.
As for the tennis ball, it merged into the blazing sacred light at that instant.
It turned into an unpredictable meteor, streaking across the sky, and its trajectory was completely undetectable.
It seems to have transcended the boundaries of physics and become a symbol of end and judgment.
“I didn’t expect that they could actually learn something from my playing skills.”
"Captain Reinhardt's abilities are truly perverted."
Beichuan gently swung the racket in his hand and sighed helplessly.
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
His voice was low and steady, as if he was unaffected by the earth-shattering blow just now.
"Then let's see whose skills are stronger, mine or yours."
He said this with a gleam in his eyes.
While talking.
Tread...
The footsteps were brisk and powerful, accompanied by a hissing sound and flying dust.
The next moment, Beichuan appeared at the place where the tennis ball landed.
His movements were clean and neat, without any sense of dragging.
As he swung his racket, a vague figure seemed to appear behind him.
The figure stretched out a hand, and three crimson magatama appeared in the palm of his hand.
The moment the racket and tennis ball collided, the magatama began to spin rapidly, forming a strange and powerful energy wave.
Then, boom!!!
A deafening explosion sounded, as if the whole world was torn apart by this blow.
Eternal night erupted, thunder from the sky and fire from the earth, the red moon blossomed, and the world suddenly fell into chaos and confusion.
At the same time, the night attack of the statue from another dimension also showed its unparalleled power.
It seemed as if a being from a higher dimension was watching all this coldly.
The endless light seemed like a being from a higher plane, watching the eight-winged angel.
His eyes were filled with indifference and ruthlessness.
Then, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared, and there was silence for a long time.
Tread...
It was not until Beichuan landed that a roar rose behind Ralph Reinhardt.
It seemed like a response to the previous attack.
Although Ralph Reinhardt still didn't score, he didn't show any emotional fluctuations at this moment.
I saw him walking slowly towards the receiving area in silence.
His steps were steady and his eyes were firm, as if the earth-shattering blow just now was just an ordinary act.
"Although I knew you were crazy enough, I didn't expect you could be even crazier."
Beichuan looked at Ralph Reinhardt opposite him, his tone filled with helplessness and admiration.
"The temporary master level requires you to constantly consume your energy and spirit to barely maintain it."
"Even if you are not careful, you may have many problems with your body."
"Even at this point, you're still thinking about improving and perfecting yourself to become stronger."
Beichuan paused, then revealed a faint smile.
"That's fine though. I just want to sweat it out during this match."
As he said, the temporary master level itself is a state that the other party enters due to external factors, and it is extremely unstable in itself.
Most people will try to maintain their current state to deal with the next attack.
But Ralph Reinhardt did such a crazy thing - not only did he not retreat, but he continued to adjust his state and tried to further break through his limits.
but.
This is one of the reasons why Kitagawa chose to play this game against Ralf Reinhardt.
This is also one of the reasons why Nanjiro Echizen taught that method to Ralph Reinhardt.