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

"Sorry, Kamui doesn't work on me either."

Chen Fan's tone was flat, as if he was narrating an ordinary matter.

Hear this.

Modisha was instantly amused by Chen Fan.

"The power of God is useless to you? What a big mouth."

"Those who have not awakened the divine power cannot resist the spiritual will brought by the divine power."

"Looking at the way you are looking behind me, it is obvious that you are also affected by my divine power and can see."

"Now you're lying with your eyes open, saying that Shenwei is useless to you?"

Modisha looked at Chen Fan and immediately thought he was pretending.

Just when he wanted to continue mocking Chen Fan.

Chen Fan's voice came from the other side.

"It seems you don't know me well enough."

"Did you not watch the entire World Championship?"

"How do you know and are so sure that I haven't awakened my divine power?"

Om-! !

An even more powerful aura emanated from Chen Fan on the opposite side.

Modisha’s face suddenly changed.

"God...Godly power??!!"

Opposite the stadium.

The space behind Chen Fan began to distort.

A burning flame illuminated the entire space behind him.

The black and white dimensional space that was originally brought in by the [God of Death] suddenly turned into a red light.

The flames spread quickly, surrounding the entire space of the street tennis court.

Hot, but not harmful.

Subsequently.

The space behind Chen Fan began to solidify.

Nezha the Third Prince appeared instantly.

Om-! !

A sense of righteousness emanated from Nezha's brows.

Quickly expel the dead air around.

“God’s power???”

"Chen Fan actually has divine power? Asshole! This guy Medanore! He deliberately concealed this information!"

King's face was gloomy.

When they learned that Medanore had lost the match, they approached him and asked him about the details of the match.

At first, Medanore was reluctant to say it and just advised them not to come to the Sakura Country.

Later, under the coercion of a group of people, Medanore told the details of the match with Chen Fan.

I never thought that the matter of Shenwei was the only one concealed.

As for why you don’t watch the live broadcast, there is nothing you can do about it.

King, Modisha and others are targeted by the local police.

There was no time to escape, and there was no condition to watch the game video.

on the field.

Modisha's face looked very ugly.

"Damn it, this guy Medanore tricked me!"

Modisha cursed under his breath.

Now, with this accident, Modisha is in a difficult situation.

I can only bite the bullet.

"Humph, even if you have awakened your divine power, since both of you are gods, it's still unclear who will win or lose!"

talking.

Modisha threw the tennis ball in his hand.

Behind.

The Grim Reaper roared, swung the scythe in his hand, and rushed towards Chen Fan with many ghosts around him.

But the Nezha Prince behind Chen Fan is not just a decoration.

Clang——! !

moment.

The Hun Tian Ling in his hand, tied with the Qian Kun Ring, flew out and was put on the scythe of the god of death.

Then the little hand pulled hard.

In an instant, the god of death was brought to the presence of Nezha the Third Prince by inertia.

Nezha the Third Prince took a deep breath and his cheeks puffed up.

call--! !

A ball of Samadhi True Fire flew towards the skull of the god of death.

There is no suspense.

Even though the black robe on the god of death was made of cold bones, it could not withstand the extremely yang Samadhi True Fire.

Just one round.

The god of death was already burned and scattered.

The space behind Modisha returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

Chen Fan also sneered and eliminated Nezha the Third Prince.

Just one minute.

High judgment.

Modisha's back was soaked with cold sweat.

He looked at Chen Fan with a hint of fear.

Even Shenwei can't affect him, how can he win this game?

But even so.

Modisha was still unwilling to give up.

Chen Fan is famous.

Now that fame and fortune were right in front of him, how could he possibly give in?

Subsequently.

He picked up the tennis ball again.

......

Thirty minutes later.

Chen Fan looked expressionlessly at Modisha who was lying on the opposite court.

The body seems to have become numb.

This time, Chen Fan did not turn around to look in the direction of Ma Li and others, but spoke directly.

"next."

......

On the roof.

"Crazy! Crazy! Crazy! Coach Chen Fan is killing like crazy!"

"He's going to fight five people at once and give these people a good warning!"

Momoshiro Takeshi looked at the street tennis court below with excitement and spoke.

"He beat three people in a row, two of them were unconscious, and one was seriously injured. Coach Chen Fan is really merciless."

"And after playing three games in a row, he still had the energy to continue playing..."

Junpei Horio on the side has completely turned into a little fan of Chen Fan, watching the game below with shining eyes.

At the same time, I silently noted down many details of the game.

I plan to promote it well after returning to school.

I will be able to gain the admiration of a bunch of new students at that time, just thinking about it makes me excited! .

319. Babulu Academy is about to start! Return to the U-17 training camp!

After defeating Baka, Sicily and Modisha in succession.

Genichirō Sanada has regained consciousness.

As for the ball skills that Echizen Ryoma was deprived of.

The ball skills that Kirihara Akaya was forced to forget.

And Kintaro Toyama's destroyed ball skills did not come back just because Sicily and the other three were defeated.

even so.

Chen Fan still wants to continue the competition.

He wanted Modisha and the other five to pay a heavy price.

however.

Things were far from going as smoothly as expected.

far away.

Suddenly, there were bursts of urgent sirens.

This immediately made King, Mali and others nervous.

Most of them are people who have committed crimes in their respective countries.

There must be absolutely no contact with the police.

If you are recognized by the police, it will be more trouble than gain.

"Hmph, let's save our confrontation for next time. I'll let you go this time."

After King finished speaking, he turned around and ran deeper into the alley.

Mali didn't hesitate and quickly followed.

The two simply abandoned Sicily, Baka and Modisha.

For a while.

The atmosphere on the street tennis court became awkward.

Both Bakar and Modisha are yet to wake up from their coma.

Sicily is a model and has not done anything illegal, so she doesn't have to run away.

But at this moment, he was holding his arms, sitting blankly on the court, with two teammates lying on the ground beside him.