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The demon roared, raised his arms, revealed his sharp claws, and attacked the knight.

Clang——! !

A punch hit the knight's armor, but the knight was unharmed.

Clang——! !

Clang——! !

Clang——! !

Clang——! !

Followed by.

Another series of heavy punches.

The knight's body was defeated one after another.

"Hi~"

Under the knight, the white horse sensed danger, raised its head and lit up its horn.

"Roar!!"

The ghost was not willing to be outdone. He instantly clasped his hands together, turned them into a heavy hammer, and hit the horse's head hard.

boom--! !

The horse's head hit the ground heavily.

The knights were thrown off their horses.

Boom——! !

The sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground was heard.

"1-1, Oni Jujiro."

The score was tied again by Onijujiro.

Plance was lying on the ground again.

"Are you ready to feel some hell?"

"The next game will be unforgettable for you."

Kijujiro was holding a racket in front of everyone, like a god of war, looking at Plans opposite him.

second round.

It was the ghosts' turn to initiate the attack.

I saw its hands clenched into fists.

The magma in hell suddenly boiled, and waves of white bones flew into the magma.

The magma suddenly made a bubbling sound.

It's like a natural refining furnace.

Not long after.

A huge bone-spiked sword was pulled out of the lava by ghosts and gods.

A lot of scarlet drops dripped onto the bone spur giant sword, and it was hard to tell whether they were boiling magma or flesh and blood remaining on the original bones.

The ghost holding the giant bone-spur sword has an even more terrifying aura.

Above the sky of hell, there appeared one twisted, wandering, and howling ghost after another.

boom--! !

The ghost opened his mouth wide, showing his fangs, roared, raised the bone-spurred giant sword in his hand and slashed at the knight.

The bone spur giant sword was in the air, burning on fire.

The flame is blue.

It's like a ghost fire born from the underworld, very strange.

the other side.

The knight also raised the sharp rapier in his hand to resist.

Clang——! !

After the two swords, one big and one small, collided with each other.

The knight's rapier broke into two pieces in an instant.

The bone spur sword had no hindrance and directly chopped the knight's neck.

"Sizzle—¨．—"

A stream of warm scarlet liquid flowed out.

The knight fell to the ground instantly.

Boom——! !

The tennis ball hits the ground.

15-0.

Plans slammed heavily into the low wall of the court behind him.

The walls were cracked and shattered.

There was some rubble scattered around him.

The racket broke in front of him.

His body was covered in bruises to varying degrees, and blood was flowing from his forehead.

"Hey, hey, hey! Really? That's totally unnecessary! We're just playing tennis!"

The referee on the sidelines saw Plans' miserable condition and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He swallowed his saliva and felt the urge to resign and run away.

No matter how much money you have, you still need someone to be alive to get it...

If the ball hits you accidentally...

……

Boom——! !

Boom——! !

Boom——! !

Boom——! !

The fully awakened ghosts and gods are blessed by the scene of [Solomon's Hell].

Hang up the knight of Plans and hammer him.

Under the suppression of absolute power.

What a balancing force.

What resilience.

It has become a complete joke.

After a long twenty minutes.

The knight's armor was covered with cracks.

Blood oozed out through the cracks.

The white horse under him was also dyed blood red.

Snapped--! !

next second.

The knight's shadow shattered into nothingness.

Plans' body could no longer sustain [Asura Shinto], so he voluntarily withdrew.

His body was crumbling and his mental will was on the verge of blurring.

It is completely different from the complacent look at the beginning.

"Um..."

"I'm so sorry, Miss Sakurano, for making you see such a miserable state..."

"But there is no way."

"When necessary, the prince must go out and kill the enemy..."

Plans held his forehead helplessly, the blood flowing from his hands stained the handle of the racket.

Look straight ahead.

He exudes the arrogance that only belongs to a prince.

however.

Reality is not a fairy tale script.

The prince ultimately failed to defeat the evil spirit.

Boom——! !

"This round is won by Oni Jujiro!"

"competition is over!"

"The score is 6-2!"

"Sakura representative Kijujiro won the singles match!"

The referee's announcement told the prince the cruelty of reality.

And once again regained the honor that belonged to the Sakura team.

The overall score is already 2-1.

Therefore, the next doubles match is particularly crucial.

For the French and German teams, it was a matter of life and death.

Whether these teams ranked in the top three in the world can maintain their world rankings and advance to the semi-finals all depends on this doubles match.

And for the Sakura team.

As long as we win the next game, the meaning will be completely different.

They will advance directly from the 23rd place in the world to become the new generation of the top four.

And become the strongest dark horse in this competition.

This height alone is enough to make them heroes of the Sakura Country!

Because this is a new height that has never been reached by predecessors.

Even Kunimitsu Tezuka, who was on the national team, felt this excitement.

Although he is not in the Sakura national team, it is his home country after all, and the players on the opposite side are all good friends he knows, so it is hard not to be excited.

".¨Next, the doubles match between the Sakura team and the French team will begin!"

After a short break of a few minutes.

The referee's voice sounded again, and two figures slowly walked out from the French and German teams.

One is big and the other is small, and the height difference between them is almost one meter.

The older one has a slicked-back hair, is a senior in high school, and his name is Edgar Delacroix.

The younger one has bangs and wears round-frame glasses. He looks like a girl. He holds a tennis racket with a timid look on his face. He is in the second grade of junior high school and his name is Jonelle Sang George.

The Sakura team's player seat.

A slender and gentle figure walked out slowly.