kingnovel Chapter 836: Ultra-deep synchronization, golden miracle!
Chapter 836: Ultra-deep synchronization, golden miracle!
Chapter 836: Ultra-deep synchronization, golden miracle!
The stadium was like a gigantic steamer, emitting rolling heat waves.
The scorching sun was like a sharp sword, piercing through mercilessly and covering the entire stadium.
There was no place left to hide.
The ground was being scorched mercilessly, the temperature was rising steadily, and it was so hot that people dared not touch it easily.
It seems that just a slight touch will produce wisps of hot air.
The stands were packed with spectators, who were so densely packed that they were shoulder to shoulder and foot to foot that there was hardly even a gap to insert a pin.
Everyone stretched their necks forward, opened their eyes wide, and stared intently at the small tennis court below.
Afraid of missing any wonderful moment.
That look of concentration was as if the entire world had shrunk to the size of the tennis court in front of him.
Their faces turned as red as ripe apples because of their inner tension and excitement.
His forehead was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.
However, these spectators had already immersed themselves in the game and were completely unaware of their own situation.
At this moment, there was a depressing and dull atmosphere among the crowd.
It's like the heavy dark clouds before a storm.
Occasionally, there would be a few short coughs caused by excessive tension, but these sounds would disappear as soon as they appeared.
Then he was quickly swallowed up by the deathly silence around him.
Everyone was secretly wondering how Kikumaru's sudden removal of his clone would change the final outcome of this intense game.
"Kikumaru actually removed the clone?!"
The players of the German team were dumbfounded and looked at each other for a moment, with expressions of deep worry on their faces.
Their eyes seemed to be drawn by a powerful magnetic force and were fixed firmly on Kikumaru Eiji.
Dare not deviate in the slightest.
Everyone stared at Kikumaru intently, as if trying to see even the slightest movement or change in his expression.
To get a glimpse of some clues about the development direction of the current situation.
At this time, a gentle breeze quietly blew across the court.
However, it failed to dispel the worries that were as heavy as lead in the hearts of the German team members.
On the contrary, this breeze was like a light feather, gently ruffling their nerves that were already stretched to the limit.
The already highly tense atmosphere became even more depressing and suffocating.
"Is it really impossible to hold on any longer?..."
A member of the German team couldn't help but whisper.
Although he lowered his voice deliberately, this sentence was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
It sounded like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, hitting the hearts of everyone present heavily.
The team member's lips were trembling slightly involuntarily, and due to excessive tension and anxiety, the blue veins on his forehead were clearly visible.
At this moment, Fuji Shusuke, who had remained silent all the time, finally broke the silence and opened his lips that had been closed for a long time.
His voice was low and steady, like the tiny ripples that suddenly appeared on the calm surface of a lake.
At a leisurely yet unwavering pace, it slowly spread to the crowd around.
He said slowly, "We had expected this a long time ago. You know, it's not easy to clone yourself for a long time, especially in the special situation of synchronization..."
Having said this, Bu Er suddenly stopped talking as if he realized something.
But even so, the people gathered around him had already fully understood the profound meaning of his unfinished words.
The magical technique of clone is like a thrilling and exciting large-scale magic show.
The players on the field were like nimble and cunning rabbits, running back and forth at an ultra-high frequency.
It successfully creates a gorgeous visual illusion that is enough to dazzle and make the viewer dizzy.
Even with the charging tactics and the support of Hideichiro Oishi's domain power.
The difficulty of completing such an incredible operation is still far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.
As the core leader of this doppelganger performance, Kikumaru Eiji was under tremendous pressure that cannot be described in any pale words.
Maintaining such a complex, advanced and challenging skill set for a long time.
It's like walking alone on the edge of a cliff, even the slightest carelessness or mistake can lead to disaster.
It is very likely that they will fall into the bottomless abyss from which there is no return. As time goes by.
The continuous exhaustion on both the physical and mental levels will undoubtedly make him gradually feel overwhelmed and unable to continue holding on.
"Then this game..."
Kirihara Akaya's brows were tightly knitted together, forming a deep groove.
There was an anxious light flashing in his eyes, like two burning flames, as if he wanted to see through the layers of people and obstacles and directly peek at the final result of the game.
At this moment, the stadium was empty, but he seemed to be able to see the fierce confrontation.
He stared intently, as if this alone could change the course of the game.
On the sidelines, the colorful flags fluttered in the breeze, making a loud sound that resembled the roar of war drums being struck violently on an ancient battlefield.
The deafening sounds added a sense of bleakness to this already tense game.
Kirihara Akaya's hands clenched into fists uncontrollably, and his knuckles began to turn white due to excessive force.
There was even a slight tremor.
Drops of crystal clear sweat oozed from his forehead and gathered into small streams.
The sweat quickly slid down his cheeks. The moment it touched the hot ground beneath his feet, it turned into wisps of smoke and disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, a steady and firm voice suddenly sounded, breaking the suffocating silence.
"Leave it to Oishi without any worries."
The person who spoke was Yukimura Seiichi.
Although his tone was plain, the power contained in it was like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea.
The spectators calmed down a little bit, and everyone turned their attention back to the stadium.
There was eager anticipation for Dashi's performance in his eyes, but at the same time, there was a bit of uneasiness that was difficult to conceal.
It was as if he was waiting for a major judgment concerning life and death.
&34;Bang!&34;
&34;Bang!&34;
&34;Bang!&34;
The crisp sound of the tennis ball and the racket hitting each other violently is like thunder breaking through the sky.
It exploded again in the sky above the wide stadium.
Every impact was like a powerful hammer, mercilessly smashing into the hearts of everyone present.
The deafening sound of the ball hitting the ground continued to echo in the silent stadium, sounding extremely sharp and harsh.
It made people's hearts beat wildly and uncontrollably, as if they were about to jump out of their throats.
In the stands, the originally noisy audience all held their breath at the same time, not even daring to breathe out.
Their eyes were fixed on the rapidly flying yellow ball, and their gazes followed its trajectory.
It seems that one's own destiny is closely linked to this insignificant yet crucial little tennis ball, and they are experiencing a thrilling journey of ups and downs together.
On the court, Irie Kanata slowly and lightly tapped the tennis racket in his hand on the ground, accompanied by this subtle movement.
An unconcealable look of relief quietly appeared on his slightly tired face.
Ever since Kikumaru Eiji successfully performed Synchro Clone, the situation in the entire competition venue changed drastically in an instant.
It was as if there was a huge, invisible hand controlling everything in secret, and completely turning the situation around.
The powerful sense of oppression that came like an overwhelming tidal wave was like an extremely heavy mountain.
It pressed down heavily on Irie Kanata and his teammates, almost suffocating them and making it difficult for them to breathe.
However, at this moment, when he saw Kikumaru Eiji cancel the amazing clone skill.
Irie Kanata's tense heartstrings finally relaxed for a moment.
He let out a long breath, and the heavy stone in his heart slowly fell to the ground, and he felt a sense of relief.
Irie's shoulders drooped slightly, and his originally tense body seemed to relax a little.
However, that slightly nervous face did not completely relax, and a trace of alertness was still frozen in his eyes.
Like a cheetah ready to pounce, it dares not slack off even for a moment.
At the same time, Kikumaru Eiji and his partner tacitly gave up the previously tried and tested synchronization and clone tactics.
Instead, return to the most simple and pure style of fighting, and face the opponent's attack with your own strength.
Kikumaru was seen holding the racket tightly with both hands, as if he was holding an indestructible sword, and swinging his arms vigorously.
Every time he hits the ball, his arm muscles bulge high, as if containing endless and powerful power.
Crystal clear beads of sweat continuously seeped out from his forehead like a gurgling stream.
It quickly soaked his shiny black hair and dripped down his cheeks, leaving a trail of wet marks on the field.
But his eyes remained firm and focused, fixed on the rapidly approaching tennis ball.
It was as if the whole world had been condensed into this small yellow sphere at this moment, becoming his only focus and goal.
Although they tried their best to fight back and managed to withstand the strong impact of the ball, the quality of the return ball was really poor.
This kind of response is more like a sincere invitation to Chitose Chisato.
It is destined to create a great opportunity for the opponent to intercept in the frontcourt.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a clear and loud sound was heard, and it exploded above the huge stadium like a bolt from the blue.
In an instant, the originally calm and peaceful atmosphere was completely broken, and replaced by a suffocating sense of tension.
At this moment, the German team members felt a sudden tightness in their hearts, because they were very familiar with this voice.
Whenever Japan's Chitose Chisato successfully completes such a perfect interception, it means that the Sakura team is about to reach a critical moment of scoring.
The crisp sound was like a deadly spell, tightly gripping their hearts and causing their heartbeats to suddenly accelerate.
As if it was about to burst out of their chests. At the same time, their breathing became more and more rapid, as if their throats were being strangled by an invisible hand.
The tennis ball flew out of the gun like a cannonball, accompanied by a sharp whistling wind.
He crossed the entire field at lightning speed and rushed straight towards the near corner.
The audience's eyes moved as quickly as lightning, closely following the high-speed flying tennis ball.
Everyone's mouth was slightly open, and their faces were filled with a complex expression of nervousness and anticipation.
Just when everyone was convinced that the Sakura team would score easily this time, a dazzling beam of light suddenly appeared across the path of the ball like a bolt of lightning cutting through the night sky.
In an instant, the whole place fell into deathly silence, and everyone seemed to be under a spell.
He stood there in a daze.
Time seemed to stop at this moment, and even the air around seemed to stop flowing.
The entire stadium seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze, and everything was silent.
The audience was dumbfounded, their eyes wide open in disbelief, staring at the scene happening before them.
The expressions on their faces changed from extreme tension to deep shock in an instant, as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world.
I saw a figure emitting a faint light, which looked sacred and dazzling under the sunlight.
"This is... what is this?"
Sanada's eyes suddenly widened to the limit, his eyeballs almost falling out of his sockets, and his face was full of unbelievable surprise.
His body involuntarily leaned forward slightly, like a beast about to pounce on its prey.
I couldn't wait to rush forward to find out.
I saw that his hands were clenched into fists, and because he was using too much force, a layer of pale color had already appeared on the knuckles.
You can even clearly see the blue veins protruding under the skin.
At the same time, beads of sweat the size of beans continued to seep out from his forehead, slide down his cheeks, and drip onto the ground under his feet.
The already noisy audience around was now even more excited, with exclamations and praises ringing in the ears.
The whole stadium was filled with the sound of people talking and some people were so excited that they danced.
Some people stood there with their mouths wide open, while others were so excited that their faces turned red.
He tried desperately to describe to his companions the shocking scene he had seen.
However, even with all the noise and chaos, the intense atmosphere of tension on the field did not dissipate at all, but became even more solemn.
At this moment, Oishi and Kikumaru seemed to have suddenly stepped into a mysterious and extremely familiar realm.