SFS Chapter 723: Temporary Step into Master Level, Reinhardt's Determination
Chapter 723: Temporary Step into Master Level, Reinhardt's Determination
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."
"Captain Reinhardt, are you ready to retreat?"
The voice came from the left, its tone relaxed yet with a hint of amusement.
Kitagawa stood at the edge of the court, casually playing with a tennis racket in his hand.
There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife, fixed directly on the figure opposite.
The next moment.
Ralph Reinhardt still stood there, his body straight as a pine tree, but a hint of hesitation appeared in his deep eyes.
His breathing was steady, but his chest rose and fell slightly, as if he was suppressing some emotion.
But before he could say anything, Kitagawa spoke again.
"I've been looking forward to that method you mentioned to temporarily reach the master level~"
His voice was so soft that it seemed like a whisper in the ear, yet it was like an invisible thread, tightly entangling the other person's mind.
He took a few slow steps closer, his footsteps so light and silent that it seemed as if he was stepping on air.
The night wind blew his hair in front of his forehead, revealing a slightly childish but confident face.
There was an almost provocative light in his eyes, but also an indescribable seriousness.
The words fell.
Ralph Reinhardt, who was a little dazed the moment before, suddenly looked up at Beichuan with a gleam of lightning in his eyes.
At that moment, it was as if thunder exploded deep in his pupils, shattering his previous hesitation.
His body was slightly tense, and the muscles in his shoulders and back were like bowstrings ready to strike.
His lips were pursed into a straight line, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he was making a final decision.
At this moment, his eyes were shining with a different light.
It was a look that was a mixture of complex emotions - unwillingness, struggle, and determination.
Anyone could see the hesitation in his eyes, as if he was making a difficult choice between the two ends of a scale: on one side was a safe and secure future, and on the other side were risks and challenges full of unknowns.
Even though it is a temporary master level.
The word echoed in his mind like a forbidden spell, evoking the desire and fear of countless people.
It is not a real breakthrough, but a short leap, a means to break the routine.
When Echizen Nanjiro told him about this method, he said that it would not add much to his future advancement to the master level, and might even leave some hidden dangers.
However, it will bring about a huge improvement in the current top professional level, which will be beneficial rather than harmful.
It's like a bottle of powerful potion that can allow a person to burst out with power beyond their limit in a short period of time, but the price is often heavy.
However, in the arena, especially in a life-or-death duel, even a moment of dominance can be the difference between victory and defeat.
Of course.
Everything has a price tag when it appears.
Not to mention this unconventional approach.
Ralph Reinhardt knows this well.
But he also knew that if he didn't take this step, he would never be able to truly face the opponent in front of him.
Beichuan's strength has long exceeded common sense, and he must catch up.
Just be.
Even if the risk is quite high.
However, not to mention Ralph Reinhart, there must be countless people in the world of tennis who are determined to do so.
They are all warriors standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to either jump or wait to be swallowed by fate.
"Since Captain Beichuan said so."
Ralph Reinhardt finally spoke, his voice low but firm, as if squeezed from deep in his chest.
He slowly raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and his nails almost dug into his palm to remind himself to stay awake.
"Then there's no reason for me not to do that."
His gaze gradually became sharper, like a blade piercing through the darkness.
"Of course, I hope you can understand one thing - that is, villains die because they talk too much!"
There was a hint of sarcasm in his words, but it was more of an encouragement to himself.
Subsequently.
Ralph Reinhardt spoke to Kitagawa in a strong voice.
Every word seemed to be struck on the surface of a drum, with rhythm and power.
His voice was not loud, but it contained an unquestionable aura.
His body began to tremble slightly, which was a sign that his mental power and divine aura were about to explode.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
There is no doubt that this guy has completely given it his all.
Although he could understand that from common sense, a temporary master could not defeat a true master.
But Beichuan's previous "training" made him make great progress in essence.
Therefore, making a decisive decision at this point is undoubtedly the best time.
and.
In Ralph Reinhart's opinion, as long as Kitagawa doesn't crush him in the first place, he can use his abilities to continue to improve.
He believes in his own will and his own growth.
Even if this road is full of thorns, he is willing to take his own steps at the cost of his flesh and blood.
of course.
Everything has a price.
The same idea was shared by Ralph Reinhardt.
It even went from being severely injured to being in a life-or-death situation.
Although the outcome of this game will not prevent the Free State U-17 team from participating in the U-17 World Cup.
But no matter what victory brings or whether it is an opportunity for Ralph Reinhardt, he is unwilling to give up.
The next moment.
The terrifying sacred aura, mental power, etc. burst out from his body.
It was a suffocating energy fluctuation, as if the entire space was shaking at this moment.
The air began to distort, and the dust on the ground was rolled up, forming circles of weak whirlwinds.
A light golden halo appeared around Ralph's body, as if a god had descended to earth.
Subsequently.
Ralph Reinhardt began to condense his breath.
His breathing became extremely slow and steady.
Gradually, the violent aura began to converge, and finally gathered into a quasi-substantial circular area less than four meters in size.
With that sacred aura and light, it is like an embryo of God.
It quietly enveloped the area, with golden lines constantly flowing on its surface, as if it contained some kind of mysterious power.
It was an existence that condensed all of Ralph's energy and spirit, and was the embodiment of his will.
Gradually.
The embryo faintly showed a strong heartbeat.
The heartbeat became clearer and clearer, as if it was a call from ancient times.
Every time it beats, the energy increases a little bit until it reaches its peak.
In an instant.
A tennis ball burst out of it.
It was so fast that it almost tore the air apart, leaving behind a dazzling golden trail.
The surface of the sphere was shrouded in a sacred aura, as if it contained some unspeakable power.