HCB Chapter 228 Yan Mo - Liu Ying, the statue of the other dimension that was tempered, Shinto
Chapter 228 Yan Mo - Liu Ying, the statue of the other dimension that was tempered, Shinto
Compared to Echizen Nanjiro's evil intentions.
At this moment.
Ryoma Echizen, who was on the court of Green Forest Tennis Park, was stunned.
I even felt a murderous aura.
of course.
As to whether the murderous intent came from Kitagawa or from Echizen Nanjiro on the other side of the ocean, it is unknown.
"call......"
"Speak the truth."
"Every time I see you, the feeling of powerlessness in my heart increases a little bit."
"Sometimes, I've wondered if my talent is inferior to others, or if my talent is just too low."
"Nothing."
"Whatever the reason."
"My beacon will never change in the slightest!"
"And you, Kitagawa."
"Until you reach the top of the world, you can only be my goal, my competitor!"
call!
He let out a long breath.
Ryoma Echizen pointed the racket in his hand directly at Kitagawa on the opposite side.
With a serious expression, he spoke solemnly in a sonorous and powerful voice.
at the same time.
Unlike before, a milky white dreamy glow emerged from his body.
The limit of tempering is about to begin!
In an instant, it seemed as if all the previous fatigue and pressure were swept away.
A strong and penetrating aura gradually emerged from this brilliance.
If the previous Echizen Ryoma was just a clumsy novice holding a bamboo sword.
Now he is more like a swordsman who walks out from among thousands of people and walks towards thousands of enemies.
"Although my swordsmanship is still far from perfect."
"But now that we're on this court."
"Even if it's useless, I will move forward bravely!"
The emotionless voice gradually echoed on the court.
All the aura gradually became restrained.
Then it converges on the arm holding the racket and the racket.
Invisible sword energy, visible brilliance, and dazzling white light.
this moment.
It seemed as if Ryoma Echizen was holding a peerless sword in his hand.
call out!
His eyes moved with him.
The tennis ball in his hand floats lightly in the air.
Stand upright, holding the racket in reverse grip, as if drawing a sword.
"Yanma—Ryuying!"
At the moment the tennis ball falls in front of you.
Echizen Ryoma drew his sword and struck almost instantly.
There was no earth-shaking aura or momentum, nor any deafening roar or sonic boom.
Some are just extremely fast.
It's like it's going to tear hell apart.
however.
Until the next moment.
The sword light carrying the tennis ball kept refracting.
It was like hacking and slashing wildly, one sword after another, and every sword hit the target.
And in fact.
This ball was indeed being refracted continuously along with the sword lights.
To tell the truth.
As to where the ball will land.
Even the caster, Ryoma Echizen, didn't know.
As for wanting to predict where the ball will land.
That's even less likely.
“That’s a pretty good shot.”
"But you are still too immature now."
"Well, I'm talking about kendo tennis."
"Since this is your strongest shot, it would be rude not to reciprocate."
"Let me show you a new skill."
With a gleam in his eyes, Beichuan chuckled and said.
Perhaps this ball is quite difficult to deal with for many people.
But for Kitagawa, who can demonstrate advanced skills.
It won't cause any trouble at all.
Creak~
Vaguely.
The sound of a door opening seemed to come from the void.
Tread...tap...tap...
at the same time.
Among the countless sword lights above Beichuan.
A tall figure approached vaguely.
It only takes a moment.
The sword light seemed to freeze on the spot.
Wow...
Click...click...click...
The sounds of chains, swords breaking, and so on came into Echizen Ryoma's ears one after another.
A feeling of suffocation that he found difficult to control arose spontaneously.
Cold sweat gradually appeared on my forehead unconsciously.
The body's self-protection mechanism seemed to be stimulated by something.
Adrenaline was pumping.
"I call this ball—"
"abyss!"
A voice without any emotion seemed to ring in Echizen Ryoma's ears.
Suddenly.
Beichuan slowly raised the racket in his hand.
The next moment.
The figure gradually appeared in Echizen Ryoma's sight.
His upper body was naked, with countless blood-stained chains wrapped around his arms and legs.
In his hand was a broken iron sword.
But this sword is filled with the wails of endless ghosts and monsters.
And even in this scene, this figure was shrouded in milky white light.
A special sense of sacredness fills people's hearts.
"town!"
The figure stared at Echizen Ryoma mercilessly.
He slowly raised the broken sword in his hand and pointed it at the other party.
With the moment the sound fell.
The sword light shattered, revealing the tennis ball.
boom!
at the same time.
Beichuan also swung the racket in his hand.
Followed by a crisp crashing sound.
The tennis ball seemed to turn into a sword shadow and flashed by.
Wherever it passed, gullies appeared and cracks grew.
In the dust.
The figure had already appeared in front of Echizen Ryoma with a sword in hand, with the tip of the sword against the opponent's jaw.
drop!
Extreme fear instantly devoured Ryoma Echizen's heart.
Cold sweat dripped and the tennis ball fell to the ground.
At this moment, it seemed as if the earth was shaking.
boom! ! !
Amid the violent roar, everyone gradually fell into deafness.
Until a moment later.
When the dust cleared, the dilapidated stadium and Echizen Ryoma standing dazed on the field appeared before everyone's eyes.
“It’s amazing!”
"I just gave some pointers, and now I've done it."
"A statue from another dimension emerged from the Limits of Tempering, one of the three gates deep within the realm of no self..."
"My theory can do that!"
Watching all this, Mikiya Banda couldn't help but mutter.
There was surprise and emotion on his face.
"Accompanying the elderly~"
"So, when you give advice to others, you're just arguing about a theory that no one has ever put into practice?"
After swallowing his saliva and feeling dry in the mouth, Sengoku Kiyosumi couldn't help but open his eyes wide and exclaimed.
"What's that?"
"Hasn't this already been proven?"
"The fusion of the selfless state and the Ashura Shinto..."
"Well, I guess you could call it—"
Banda Mikiya glanced at Sengoku Kiyosumi, then smiled and spoke softly.
But when it came to naming, he frowned again.
But a flash of inspiration came to mind, and he thought of the God of Tennis.
Then he said solemnly—"Shinto!"
Compared to this side.
Echizen Nanjiro, who was far away in the Free Country, kept blinking and looking at the screen.
After a long time.
Only then did he squeeze out a few words.
"Is this the kind of solution a human could come up with?!"