readytorunbook Chapter 843 Hitting the ball is just the beginning
Chapter 843 Hitting the ball is just the beginning
Chapter 843: Hitting the ball is just the beginning
That hat is like a symbol of his identity. Every time he lifts it, it brings a unique charm.
A confident curve inadvertently appeared at the corner of his mouth, and that curve was like the brightest crescent in the night sky.
He exudes an irresistible charm. He put his hands casually in his trouser pockets and leaned back slightly.
His posture was as elegant as that of a graceful gentleman.
There was a hint of unruliness in his eyes, as if he didn't care about anything in the world.
However, beneath his seemingly relaxed appearance, his heart is like a vast ocean, with a bit more playfulness and teasing in his mind.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself, if the game continued with this intensity.
That was too monotonous and boring. His thoughts were like a wild horse running wild.
Quickly traveling back and forth through the memories of past games, he recalled those opponents he had defeated easily, who were like paper tigers that could not withstand a single blow in front of him.
Before he could even use his full strength, he was already defeated;
He thought of those unchallenging duels, and every minute and every second seemed to be wasted.
There is no passion or enthusiasm at all.
In that case, why not just raise the intensity of the game? A sharp light flashed in his eyes, like a sword drawn from its sheath.
Full of fighting spirit.
He wants to make this matchup more exciting and challenging, like a thrilling adventure.
Let every audience feel the charm and passion of tennis.
Various difficult tennis techniques and tactics quickly emerged in his mind, those movements that he had practiced repeatedly on the training ground.
This moment flashed before his eyes like a scene from a movie.
He seemed to have already seen the next game, and he was like an agile cheetah on the court.
Running and jumping flexibly, each hit of the ball carries tremendous force, making it impossible for the opponent to defend.
The confident curve at the corner of his mouth became more obvious, as if he had already secured victory.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and prepared to meet the challenge that was about to escalate.
The whole stadium was excited by his wonderful performance.
In this intense tennis match, the air around seemed to be frozen.
The audience's eyes were focused on him on the field - Ryoma Echizen.
His mind was constantly thinking about the opponent's possible next attack, and he was secretly planning a countermeasure.
As he thought about it, his originally deep and calm eyes seemed to be ignited by a ball of blazing flame.
There was a flash of extreme excitement, like a meteor that suddenly streaked across the night sky, brief but extremely impactful.
His feet seemed to have their own consciousness, slightly adjusting their position on the ground, with the soles of his feet lightly gripping the ground.
His knees were slightly bent and all the muscles in his body were tensed, like a strong bow about to be drawn.
He was ready to take on the challenge. His eyes were fixed on his opponent's movements, not missing any subtle changes.
At this moment, his lips opened and closed slightly, whispering those confident words.
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a light step. This step seemed light, but it contained endless power.
The racket he was holding tightly in his hand also rose slightly with his movement.
The strings on the racket flickered faintly under the light, as if telling of the upcoming fierce battle.
His arms were slightly bent, his wrists turned flexibly, adjusting the angle of the racket, preparing to meet the tennis ball that was about to fly like a cannonball.
I saw the body that originally rushed out like an arrow, drawing a graceful arc in the air.
The arc is like a painting carefully drawn by an artist, smooth and perfect.
His body seemed to turn into a flash of lightning, carrying endless power and speed, instantly breaking the silence of the stadium.
The wind whistled past his ears, lifting a few strands of hair from his forehead. Every movement he made was full of explosive power, and every inch of his muscle was burning for this battle.
At this moment, the racket in his hand seemed to be infused with mysterious magic.
The surface of the ordinary racket suddenly burst into a dazzling light. The light was like the most gorgeous fireworks in the night sky.
The entire stadium was instantly illuminated. The light spread out from the center of the racket to the surroundings, forming a huge light shield.
Wrap Echizen Ryoma tightly inside it.
The light was so dazzling that the audience had to squint their eyes to avoid being hurt by the strong light.
At the moment the tennis ball bounced high, Ryoma Echizen's eyes became sharper, as if he could see through every movement trajectory of the tennis ball.
His palm pressed down on the racket as fast as lightning, so fast that people could hardly see his movements.
In an instant, the dazzling light enveloped the entire racket like a tide.
The light seemed to contain countless stars, flashing with mysterious and powerful power.
This light seemed to have life, constantly beating and rolling, as if the whole world was swallowed up by this light.
Immediately afterwards, the terrifyingly powerful "light ball" was released, like a volcano suddenly erupting, with an earth-shaking roar.
The roar was like rolling spring thunder, echoing in the sky above the stadium for a long time.
The tennis ball was wrapped in light and flew towards the opponent at an incredible speed, leaving behind everything in its path.
The air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound. The entire stadium was shaken by this blow.
The audience was also shocked by this powerful force and exclaimed in amazement.
"boom!"
There was a loud bang, as if an ancient demon was roaring in anger, or like thunder exploding out of nowhere.
The sound instantly exploded above the tennis court, causing the eardrums of the spectators around to ache slightly.
Under the gaze of everyone, the originally ordinary tennis ball seemed to be infused with mysterious power, as if it was given new life.
Suddenly, the tennis ball burst into a dazzling golden light, which looked like a burning golden flame.
Intense and dazzling, like the fiery energy gushing out from the core of the sun.
Within this golden light, there is a surging aura, which is like a super tsunami brewing in the depths of the Pacific Ocean.
With the momentum of destroying the world, it is not just a display of strength, but more like an oppression from an unknown world.
It made everyone involved feel deeply fearful.
This aura spread madly to every inch of space in the venue at a speed almost as fast as light.
In the blink of an eye, the entire venue was shrouded in this aura, and the originally calm air seemed to be squeezed and distorted.
It seemed as if the space began to tremble under this powerful force.
The air around him became scalding hot, as if he had been placed in a blazing furnace.
The tennis ball was like a meteor burning with golden flames, dragging a long tail of light, and it crossed half the court at an astonishing speed.
Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart at a rapid speed, making a sharp whistling sound, which sounded like countless evil spirits howling.
Creepy.
During this high-speed flight, a powerful air vortex formed around the tennis ball, rolling up all the surrounding debris.
A small tornado formed.
Then, the tennis ball came crashing down with tremendous force, like a heavy artillery shell, with incredible ferocity.
At the moment of hitting the ground, the dust on the ground was blown up by this powerful force, forming a huge dust cloud.
When the tennis ball fell to the ground, the entire field seemed to tremble and cracks appeared on the ground.
, as if the earth was torn into pieces by this force.
The huge impact force caused the surrounding stands to shake slightly, and the people watching the game couldn't help but exclaim.
This strike seemed to destroy the entire tennis court. The power it demonstrated far exceeded people's understanding of tennis.
On this seemingly ordinary but fiercely contested field, one player unleashed a terrifying power.
The moment he swung his racket to hit the ball, the power was so great that it was like an ancient giant descending from the sky with the power to destroy the world.
It seemed as if the solid ground beneath his feet was just a piece of fragile tofu in the face of this force.
He was about to smash a deep hole into it.
When the powerful force was transmitted to the ground as the body fell, a dull bang exploded.
The sound seemed to come from a roar deep underground, carrying endless anger and power.
The ground was shattered in an instant. The stones and soil that were originally closely connected were like being cast under a spell under the impact of this force.
It fell apart in an instant.
The dust in the sky was raised high like surging waves, and the scene was like a sudden sandstorm sweeping in.
The dust rolled and surged in the air, forming spectacular dust walls that fell to the ground.
Everything around was shrouded in a haze. The audience around could only see through this layer of hazy dust.
I could vaguely see the scene inside the venue, as if I was in a mysterious dream.
"Boom!"
Immediately afterwards, there was another deafening roar, which seemed to break through the sky and drill into everyone's ears.
The sound was so sharp and piercing that it seemed to shatter one's eardrums.
Everyone couldn't help but cover their ears, with painful expressions on their faces.
The debris on the surface of the site flew out in all directions like a dense rainstorm.
Those tiny stones and gravel were like bullets, shooting around with great impact.
They fell on the ground and on the audience, making crackling sounds.
The originally tidy venue instantly became a mess, full of messy traces.
It is covered with potholes and cracks of various sizes, as if it had been cut by countless sharp blades.
The tennis ball was now charred black. Under the impact of the powerful force, the tennis ball rubbed violently against the air.
The extremely high temperature caused the ball to become charred black, and it was deeply nailed to the extremely hard wall.
It was as if an invisible big hand was pressing it there tightly.
Wisps of thick black smoke rose from the ball, and the black smoke looked like giant black dragons.
Circling and twisting in the air, it seemed to announce to everyone the first score of this fierce confrontation: 0-15!
At this moment, the atmosphere in the venue became extremely tense.
The audience's eyes were fixed on the tennis ball nailed to the wall, their hearts filled with amazement and shock.
They seemed to see a perfect combination of strength and skill, a duel beyond human limits taking place here.
The contestants are adjusting their states and preparing for the next round of more intense competition.
In this field filled with smoke and dust, a thrilling battle has just begun.
On the scorching hot tennis court, the sunlight sprinkled on every inch of the ground like broken gold, and Ryoma Echizen's figure appeared particularly tall in the light and shadow.
With a sharp shot of light whizzing past, the tennis ball landed in the effective area of the opponent's court with the accuracy of a meteor.
The referee's clear voice rang out: "Score, Echizen Ryoma!"
Ryoma Echizen successfully scored, and the corners of his mouth, which had originally been a little stern, slightly raised.
A smug smile appeared inadvertently, like a flower quietly blooming in spring.
That smile was filled with innate confidence and unruliness, as if he did not take any challenges in the world seriously.
That confidence comes from countless times of struggling on the court;
That unruly nature is a silent challenge to tradition and authority.
He raised his chin slightly. This seemingly simple action revealed a different kind of charm.
His eyes were like the twinkling stars in the deep night sky, bright and firm, revealing a strong desire for victory.
It seemed as if victory was his only pursuit at the moment.
At the same time, there was a kind of calmness in his eyes that seemed to be in control of everything, as if the entire stadium was under his control.
At this moment, his heart was full of thoughts, like a rough sea. He thought to himself in his heart.
"Humph, this is just a small display of my strength."
During this period, he honed himself day and night in that empty yet challenging training ground.
In the early morning, before the first ray of sunlight fully illuminated the earth, he already held a tennis racket in his hand and started the day's training;
At night, when the moonlight shines on the silent court, he is still sweating tirelessly.
Countless times, he repeatedly hit the ball against the cold wall, and each hit was filled with his love and persistence for tennis.
His clothes were soaked with sweat countless times, and the wet clothes were like medals of his hard work.
He trained so hard just to let everyone see his strength in such an arena.
Today's opponent may be considered quite strong in the eyes of others, and has his own style of play on the court.
Every return of the ball is done with a certain amount of strength and skill.
But in Echizen Ryoma's opinion, it is still far from his goal.
This light shot is just the beginning.