Tennis: Let you take charge of the youth school, and all become professionals

Echizen Ryuga slowly explained the origin of the [God of Death].

Everyone looked surprised.

Turned his head and looked towards the court.

Om-! !

Medanore threw the tennis ball upward.

The space instantly twisted, transforming into one lonely soul after another who died out of resentment.

The voice of the lonely soul became substantial through the magnetic field of the Dark Web, and was expanded toward the stadium using an external amplifier.

The entire gymnasium fell dark.

The howling of resentful souls could be heard all around the circle, making people's scalps tingle and shudder.

Many children in the audience were already crying loudly.

The blowing wind, mixed with waves of terrifying howling, was like a cold wind, making everyone feel as if they were in a dark and eerie hell.

boom--! !

Thousands of resentful souls howled in the layers of gloomy wind, and pounced towards Chen Fan with their fangs and claws, trying to arouse all the fear of death in Chen Fan's heart.

"How scary! It's a monster! Even ghosts are coming out?"

"The whole stadium feels like hell, so gloomy and spooky! It makes people feel uncomfortable all over!"

"Can Chen Fan use this ball?"

“Hahaha! Of course I can’t catch it! I might as well just die!”

"Medanore is showing off his power! Come on!"

"It's the God of Death!! The God of Death of Modisha!"

"I never thought that Medanore had won over all of Modisha and made him a negotiator! If we have the opportunity to join the Dark Web, wouldn't we be able to share the skills and talents of professional players at the same time? We must win!! Medanore! Hahaha!"

"Chen Fan should just die like this!! No one can remain calm in the face of the fear of death!"

Seeing Medanore use the [Death], many of the [Dark Web] supporters also showed wild smiles.

Tutor position at Babulu College.

Echizen Nanjiro seemed to have seen through it all.

He was not in a hurry and looked calm and composed.

"grim Reaper?"

"Oh, it's just a ball with a little bit of dead air. Apart from the spiritual will, it's just an ordinary serve that can't be more ordinary."

“Today’s professional players are all on the wrong path.”

"He only pursued the strength of his spirit, will and skills but ignored his own spiritual growth. He had high aspirations but low skills."

"I'm afraid Chen Fan will also find this game boring..."

……

"grim Reaper?"

Chen Fan smiled and looked at the flying tennis ball with some curiosity.

He didn't feel anything at all about what the audience behind him said about the feeling of death and being in hell.

So he looked up at the huge LED screen above him.

He smiled when he saw the image displayed by the magnetic field sensor and projected on the LED screen.

“This feels right!”

"Tennis with special effects still looks more exciting."

Chen Fan said this while looking at the LED screen above him and raised his racket.

He waved his hand gently at the so-called "Death God" that was flying towards him.

The countless resentful souls on the LED screen all turned into black smoke phantoms, and the tennis ball flew towards the opposite court.

Boom——! !

Chen Fan's short ball was so light that it seemed to be slowed down on the LED screen, falling slowly.

on the screen.

Medanore opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth, and stood there with an expression of disbelief, watching the short ball fall into his own court, indifferent.

　533 His sense of powerlessness and fear seemed to be conveyed through the screen.

After this ball was hit back.

The stadium fell into silence for a moment.

It's as if time has stopped.

After a few seconds.

The audience burst into thunderous cheers.

It felt like the audience seats were about to be overturned.

"He actually fought back!! Chen Fan really fought back!"

"How is that possible! That's the skill of a professional player. Doesn't that mean Chen Fan is afraid of death?"

"Medanore's [Dark Web]... was absolutely crushed?"

"Chen Fan! Chen Fan! Awesome! You beat me up so hard that I want to fight back!"

"Chen Fan, you are!! My... God!!!"

"Hahaha! Where are those people who were shouting just now? Are they mute?"

"Didn't you notice something terrifying? Chen Fan didn't even look at the ball just now! He just hit back directly!"

"Yeah!! He even has the mood to look at the LED screen!!"

"Excuse me, may I ask? Is this a water release?"

"Is this letting the water go?! This is letting the sea go!!"

soon.

The fact that Chen Fan hit back without even looking at the ball once again turned into a sharp knife, stabbing fiercely into Medanore's heart.

"To think...even the God of Death was defeated so easily and effortlessly?"

Medanore was already showing signs of collapse.

After so many years of carefully preparing plans and working hard to negotiate the ever-expanding Dark Web, now you can't get even a penny from Chen Fan?

Even the opponent doesn't even want to watch and lets the game go in front of him.

Anyone would be heartbroken.

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"Whoo~"

Medanore took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and looked straight at Chen Fan.

now.

His heart was no longer as wild as it was at the beginning.

Now he looked like a defeated rooster, in a miserable state.

"Chen Fan, I don't know why your ability has suddenly become so strong, and I don't know what methods you used to neutralize my skills one by one."

"Now, I want to offer you a deal."

"Oh? What deal?"

Hearing Medanore take the initiative to speak, Chen Fan immediately became interested and wanted to hear what kind of transaction it was that made him mention it during the game.

"I know that you and Echizen Ryuga have always wanted to deprive me of the [Dark Web]."

"Yes, you know it very well."

"You want to take away my Dark Web? Unless I want you to, you can't take it away."

"What makes you think we can't take away your [Dark Web]?"

"As long as there are still negotiators on the dark web, you won't be able to deprive them of their rights. Do you understand?"

Medanore said with certainty.

After hearing this, Chen Fan nodded as if it was a matter of fact.

indeed.

[Dark Web] traders are spread all over the world. If what Medanore said is true, then there is indeed no possibility of complete deprivation.

Chen Fa said nothing, indicating his agreement, and motioned for Medanore to continue.

"In the next game, I will do my best to use the strongest tennis skills in various fields of the [Dark Net]. If you can catch them all, then my [Dark Net] can deprive you of all your skills."

"Why should I trust you?"

"Don't worry. If the strongest skills collected over the years can't defeat you, what's the point of Dark Web's other skills? Moreover, if Dark Web loses to you in this game, some negotiators will definitely withdraw. I think it will be more beneficial than harmful to you, right?"

Every word Medanore said made sense and was very logical, and it touched Chen Fan's heart.

Although Chen Fan had the system, he was not very interested in the skills in the Dark Web.

But if this were the case, Medanore's ambitions could be completely crushed, and it would save him a lot of trouble later.

What's more.

Chen Fan also wanted to see how strong Medanore's skills and talents, which he had accumulated over the years, were, and whether he could bring Chen Fan surprises.

then.

Out of curiosity, Chen Fan nodded and agreed, "Okay, it's already 4-0 anyway, so I only give you 8 chances."

"In our country, there is also a rule that we cannot let our opponents score zero goals, so we will give you 8 chances to score."

Chen Fan's promise seemed to give Medanore a lot of hope.

He took a deep breath, looked straight ahead, and slowly uttered a few words.

"Technique type..."

"Technique type? Are you beginning to realize that mental skills are useless to me?"

After hearing this, Chen Fan muttered softly.

"But I'm sorry, mental skills are useless to me, and other skills and tricks are even more useless to me."

Chen Fan's lips curled up slightly in a smile.

With the passive skill [Brilliant Hands], any ball skills will be instantly dismantled by him and converted into "no" counterattack.

Any struggle by Medanore was doomed to be in vain.

There was no suspense in this game after Chen Fan awakened the Third Prince of Nezha.

What's the point of fighting between two people of different levels?

The difference between adults and children.

"paper clip!"

Medanore shouted, and finally hit the tennis ball in his hand.

The speed of the tennis ball was not fast, and it seemed to be still in Chen Fan's eyes.

The force was also very average. You could see the tennis ball was shaky during the flight, like a deflated ball, flying towards Chen Fan in a crooked manner.

At this moment, Chen Fan's passive skill [Amazing Skills] instantly figured out the principle of the ball skill [Paperclip].

“Very interesting ball skills.”

"This is the first time I've seen someone other than our team members being able to use [Chi]."

Chen Fan spoke slowly.