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Phew~

The icy cold wind that gradually went crazy raged on the center court.

ever!

Frio, who was walking quickly, was swinging the tennis racket in his hand at extremely high speed with his eyes slightly focused.

Swish——

Bang!

Hugh~

Amidst a series of crisp screams, a stream of pure yellow light roared up above the left half of the field, flew through the air, and penetrated the right half of the field.

An extremely precise hit came in the middle area of ​​the left outside line.

Peng~呲~~~

Boom~

Boom~~

Rumble~~~

It was dusty again and filled with smoke.

The roaring sound of explosion serves as the tail of the movement.

Timely.

Mars, who was sitting on the referee's seat, also heard his voice.

"Both~"

"Score valid."

"Game, Frio Roman, score 3-2."

"Exchanging venues."

This moment.

Looking at the tennis court where the smell of gunpowder smoke is dissipating in the distance, I looked at the updated scores on the scoreboard.

The surrounding Spanish tennis players were immediately ecstatic, excited, excited, and excited.

The excited voices of discussion quietly gathered together and resounded.

Wow~~~

"Wow wow wow~~~Ahhh~~~"

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!"

"Frio is fine!"

"The situation has been restored again, well done!"

"The score is 3-2, and it's another service game to hold serve. Huh~~~I'm so nervous~~~"

"This is the talent in Frio's legend, 'emotional cognition', it's really terrifying!

!”

This moment.

These spectators were still immersed in the fifth inning just now, reminiscing about the unpredictable shots one after another.

The scoring scenes one after another continued to stimulate their minds.

I can't forget it for a long time.

Just now.

Relying on the talent of 'emotional recognition', Frio's power has also skyrocketed.

Every ball is like a divine help, knowing the path of the ball in advance, getting in position in advance, and hitting the ball specifically towards the perceived weak spot.

After getting better, he once again took the situation back from Sora Kitagawa's hands and successfully won the fifth round.

but.

After all the hustle and bustle, everyone came back to their senses, gradually returned to silence, and calmed down their voices.

With the lessons learned before, they now dare not lie too much or be arrogant.

The repetitive situation of jumping left and right hit them in the face many times.

In this situation, everyone's somewhat complicated gazes were directed towards Kitagawa Sora, who was sitting on the bench on the sidelines with his eyes closed to relax.

They all know it if they are smart.

The next sixth round will determine whether they can continue to laugh happily.

…

Phew~

Under the breeze.

After the break, Sora Kitagawa and Frio began to exchange places.

Step~

Enjoying the refreshing feeling of the wind blowing in your face, with a calm expression and posture, Beichuan Kong walked.

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Leisurely, he looked at Frio who was walking towards him.

And the shallow arc drawn from the corner of the mouth also made Frio feel a little excited.

ever!

The two people who passed by each other looked at each other for the last time and completed the exchange of venues.

The sixth round of the game continues.

Frio moved to the right half of the court, while Sora Kitagawa, who had the right to serve, moved to the left half of the court.

Da~da~da~~~

Soon, after Sora Kitagawa and Frio were both in position, the rhythmic sound of hitting the ball sounded from the baseline service point in the left half of the court.

Once, once, and again.

Amid the silent noise, a chilling atmosphere began to fill the air, filling the gazes between Sora Kitagawa and Frio.

ever!

"Frio, you know~"

"Tennis is a game of hitting the ball back from the future."

"Um?"

"What do you want to say, Beichuan."

With a slight frown and a deep voice, Frio, who was also staring at Kitagawa Sora and not daring to be distracted in the slightest, answered the question.

Da~da~da~~~

"With your ability of 'emotional recognition', you can get my next thoughts on the ball, right~"

"But in terms of the increase in 'body', it shouldn't be much."

Mind, skill, body.

There is no doubt that Frio's 'emotional recognition' ability, main 'heart', secondary 'skill', and 'body' are the worst.

Confessing it softly, Kitagawa Sora's lips curled up confidently while Frio felt solemn.

"Frio, you need to know."

"Some balls, even if you can see its trajectory, even if your tennis racket can accurately capture it, but~"

"Ha~"

With a slight smile, and under Frio's solemn gaze, Kitagawa Sora's left hand gently grabbed the tennis ball that bounced off the ground.

immediately.

Brush~

With a soft sound, the pale yellow tennis ball was thrown into the sky by Kitagawa Sora.

Step~

Swish——

Step, jump, swing.

Peng!

Hugh~

In an instant, under Sora Kitagawa's powerful slam, the tennis ball was severely pushed towards the right half of the court.

ever!

This is an average serve!

What's the meaning?

Through his 'perception and insight', he could see clearly the incoming ball in an instant, and looked at Sora Kitagawa again with doubts.

While moving forward, he faced the incoming ball and prepared to swing.

While activating ‘emotional awareness’.

ever!

In an instant, Frio's eyes suddenly shrank as he stared at Kitagawa Sora.

"Are you going to hit a ball I can't come back from!?"

"You want to defeat my 'emotional recognition' head-on?"

"A brutal goal that can destroy my defence?"

At this moment, even without activating the 'emotional recognition', Frio could understand at least three things from the undisguised confidence on Sora Kitagawa's lips.

But~

"Ha~"

The same chuckle came from Frio's mouth.

Frio, who stopped and turned sideways, had already raised the tennis racket high.

With the same flamboyance and confidence, Frio spoke with determination.

"Come on, Beichuan!"

"Let me see what your next goal is."

"Let me use facts to crush your innocent dreams."

"Ha~"

Frio really didn't believe it. There was a ball that he could clearly see and catch with his tennis racket, but he couldn't hit it back.

Swish——

Peng!

Hugh~

With a crisp scream, the pale yellow tennis ball shot through the air and flew towards the left half of the court.

At this moment, Beichuan Kong, who was approaching, had already taken his position in advance.

Then~

Buzz~

In an instant, along with a buzzing sound, invisible ripples appeared in the air, spreading in all directions.

The rising momentum dissipated from Kitagawa Sora's body, gradually enveloped the left half, and then eroded towards the right half.

And that…

Buzz~Ping~Wow~~~

A dazzling light shines on Kitagawa Sora's body.

The left hand held empty in front of him, the right hand holding the racket waiting, and the tennis ball suspended in front of Kitagawa Sora as if time had stopped.

The power of light bloomed in Kitagawa Sora's hands.

It was also under the transmission of ripples that it illuminated, enveloped, and swallowed Frio on the right half of the field.

"Frio~"

"Let's give a greeting first~"

Swish——

ever!

In an instant, accompanied by Sora Kitagawa's extremely fast swing.

On top of the tennis ball that shines like a thunder snake, there are faint sounds of thousands of birds, as if the void is vibrating.

"Light ball!"

jump!

Boom~

Amidst the explosive roar, a beam of golden light that looked like a sword but not an arrow, with a golden ball of light as its core, blasted straight towards the right half of the field.

This moment.

The strong wind was howling, whipping up wind blades and raging across the entire center court, causing the surrounding Spanish tennis players to scream in surprise.

As for Kitagawa Sora’s menacing ‘light strike’.

Frio was unmoved, and even... smiled.

"Haha~~~"

"Beichuan, let me tell you, you are too naive!"

Step~

While roaring, Frio stepped hard with his left foot. With his muscles bursting, he swung the tennis racket sharply without hesitation.

"It's just a 'light ball', but it can't destroy me!"

The emergence of the light ball made Frio's self-confidence explode. It was just a 'light ball', but he couldn't hit it back?

What a joke!

who is he?

He is the second-largest figure in Spanish tennis and the current U17 acting captain, second only to Medanore!

"I am..."

"Frio Roman!

!”

"Drink~ah!

!”

With the tearing roar of bursting veins, the tennis racket Frio swung collided head-on with the golden ball of light that bounced off the ground.

immediately.

Boom~

Boom~~

Rumble~~~

In an instant, centered on the intersection of the tennis racket and the tennis ball, circles of air waves began to spread, and the endless air began to explode.

jump!

Boom~

After a stalemate for two seconds, Frio's whole body seemed to be shaking violently with a furious swing.

A beam of golden light, like a very fast light blade, pierced directly towards Beichuan Kong.

Seeing this goal, Frio completed a domineering counterattack.

Seeing that the big devil is about to tie himself up in a cocoon.

It seems that the situation is about to settle.

The surrounding Spanish tennis players watched the golden stream of light excitedly and nervously, waiting for the scene of Kitagawa Sora being blasted away.

What a pity.

The big devil said that you should never see this scene again.

"Haha~"

"It's not bad, Frio!"

On the left half, looking at Frio who hit the "light ball" back, Kitagawa Sora said softly and appreciatively.

And the next second.

Step~

With a heavy step, Kitagawa Sora stretched out his left hand again to face the incoming ball, toward the void, and shook it slightly.

Underneath the faint smile, there is Sora Kitagawa who is extremely serious.

In a rare gesture, the aura that could convince all living beings shone on Kitagawa Kong's body with another dazzling brilliance.

But this time, in addition to gold, the light was also blended with red.

This moment.

Frio, who continued to activate the 'Emotional Cognition and Perceptual Insight', felt something was wrong, and his expression changed alarmingly.

Mars and Bian Boli were also shocked.

That breathtaking momentum is like... a natural disaster is about to come, gods and demons are coming to the world, danger is approaching, and catastrophe is imminent!

And this time.

Kitagawa Sora's ruthless and cold voice, like a god examining the world, quietly resounded.

"Frio!"

"The meeting ceremony has passed, now let's welcome death!"

Buzz~

Boom~

In the sudden burst of energy storm vortex, Beichuan Kong's voice of gods and demons sounded again.

"Light ball·Yangyang!"

The second stage of Light Strike, Light Strike·Yangyang, appears!

jump!

Boom~Boom~~Boom~~~

Suddenly, a storm swept across, tornadoes raged, and under the violent energy fluctuations, there was a frightening stream of light shining.

Hugh~

Under the terrifying sound of air explosions, the golden color and crimson color were intertwined.

The 'Power of Light' and the 'Power of Fire' blended together, with the golden-red ball of light that looked like the sun as the main component, blasting towards the right half of the field where Frio was.

In an instant, he had arrived beside Frio.

This moment.

The whole place was silent, only the light was shining, only the smoke and dust were flying, only the strong wind was raging, and only the expression was dull.

And the next second.

Boom~

Boom~~

Rumble~~~

Hum~dong~pa~ta~hiss~duang...

The terrifying sound became the main theme.

The tennis court, completely shrouded in smoke, fog, and smoke, became the focus and center.

The audience with dull eyes, Mars and Bian Boli were stunned and speechless.

Kitagawa Sora was watching everything in the world quietly like a demon, enjoying the feeling of comfort and joy in his heart.

And that…

Phew~

The breeze rises, the smoke falls, and the fog disperses.

The tennis court that had been brutally ravaged and left many scars appeared in front of everyone.

Tick ​​tock~tick tock~tick tock~

At this time, a soft sound like the sound of water droplets reached everyone's ears. In this silent scene, it was not ordinary and attracting attention.

The stunned people quickly looked at where Frio was, took a closer look, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Phew~

Fortunately, it wasn't the sound of blood condensing and dripping towards the ground.

It was just the sound of big beads of sweat dripping from Frio's body.

"Fortunately, Frio was not injured."

"Huh~ I'm scared to death."

"But~"

"!

!”

At the turn of the words, the Spanish tennis players' eyes suddenly widened, like lanterns, their eyes flickered, and they trembled slightly.

It turns out~

"Huha~huha~huha~~~"

Panting heavily, Frio closed his eyes slightly, feeling the recovery of his body, his heart, lungs, muscles, limbs...

The feeling of coming back to life made Frio addicted.

But obviously, there is not much time for Frio to recover on the field.

"Huh~"

After his breathing subsided, Frio opened his eyes, shook his sore right hand slightly, and raised it slightly.

The tennis racket in his hand, which was completely pierced, was so conspicuous.

The torn catguts slapped against the strings one after another, causing Frio to become slightly speechless.

"It was actually penetrated directly..."

"nice one……"

"Light ball·Yangyang!"

The second stage of the light strike, its terrifying power, and the attack that debuted in Sora Kitagawa's world travel, really made Frio extremely embarrassed.

"Huh~"

Frio changed the pierced tennis racket to his left hand, held it lightly with his right hand once or twice, shook it, shook it, and moved it.

Fortunately, my right hand was fine and not injured. It just suffered a sudden wave of horrific shocks and made me feel a little numb and weak.

At this time.

Sora Kitagawa, who had been looking at Frio, heard a voice.

"How about it, Frio."

"Do we still want to continue playing?"

ever!

Raise your head, stare, and look at each other.

"certainly!"

After flicking his right hand and shaking it twice, Frio's eyes were scorching, and he was once again full of fighting spirit. Such a gesture made Kitagawa Sora's eyebrows condense, and he bloomed with joy.

…

"Both~"

"The game continues!"

In the sixth round, on the basis of '15-0', after changing the tennis racket, Frio stood on the tennis court again.

Under Mars' announcement, Kitagawa Sora also continued to kick off.

In the joy, Kitagawa Sora, who was also gradually getting excited, once again started his violent offensive.

Swish——

Peng!

Bang!

peng!

Boom!

Boom~~~

Under the sound of a series of hitting balls, Frio, who was well prepared, received the explosive impact of the "power of light" and "power of fire" from Kitagawa Sora.

Boom~

"Light ball!"

Boom~

"Remnant Fire Sword——"

"Explosive Fire Sword of Fire!"

Boom~

"Light ball·Yangyang!"

Boom~

"Remnant Fire Sword——"

"East Rising Sun Blade!"

…

to the end.

In addition to the "Light Shot·Yangyang", Kitagawa Sora, who was playing vigorously, was even more passionate and wantonly venting his power.

He directly performed the swastika, summoned the power of the 'Remnant Fire Sword', and even used the 'Residual Fire Sword - East Rising Sun Blade'.

And obviously.

Facing Kitagawa Sora's fierce and inhuman offensive, Frio, who only relied on the power of 'emotional cognition', simply couldn't stand it.

The hard-held defense line was shattered, withered, devastated, and finally collapsed under the bombardment of Beichuan Kong again and again.

"Both~"

"Score valid."

"Game, Kitagawa Sora, score 4-3."

"Exchanging venues."

With the cold wind blowing, gunpowder smoke filled the air.

On the referee's bench, Mars' voice sounded again, once again announcing the real-time score of the game.

This moment.

The entire audience was silent, just staring blankly in the direction of the tennis court, speechless, bitter and depressed.

Wow~~~

"Already...4-3..."

"Frio... was broken..."

"I lost my serve, is there any hope?"

"That guy is simply too strong to be human..."

At this moment, the Spanish tennis players around him looked at Frio, full of disbelief, and looked at Sora Kitagawa, full of quietly growing fear and surrender.

That's right.

Under the bombardment of wanton power, Kitagawa Sora had already won two rounds in a row.

From '3-2' where Frio was leading, he went directly to '4-3' where he was leading.

Not only did he win his own serve, but he also won Frio's serve. He broke serve in the seventh game and took the initiative.

This is why those Spanish tennis players behave like this.

After the break, the situation is completely different.

The situation at this moment means that Frio must make actions and changes.

If you don't think of a way to break the situation, you will most likely be defeated.

And under this situation.

Huh~

At this moment, a series of eyes, with the last hope of the Spanish tennis players, stared at Frio on the bench beside the court.

"Frio!"

"Come on!"

"Can't admit defeat!"

"Frio, fight until the end!"

"Frio! Come on! Come on! Come on!"

"..."

At this moment, it was the last shout of support from them!

ever!

This moment.

Listening to the shouts echoing on the field, Kitagawa Sora opened his eyes and looked at Frio next to him with interest.

"How are you doing, Frio!"

In this situation, Frio has not been defeated yet. There is no doubt that Kitagawa Sora's mind has made some guesses.

If nothing unexpected happens, Frio should still have a final trump card.

Sora Kitagawa is looking forward to it now.

At this time.

Mars and Bian Boli also looked at Frio after looking at each other.

"Frio!"

"Frio!"

"Don't worry about it..."

"Come on!"

finally.

Under the repeated calls, Frio opened his slightly closed eyes.

ever!

At first glance, he looked at the supporters around him, the tennis players cheering for him.

At the second glance, Frio looked at his friends, Mars and Bianboli, who were a little over the top.

at last.

The silent and cold gaze met Kitagawa Sora's expectant eyes.

ever!

Under invisible confrontation.

"Ha~"

This moment.

The big devil said, it feels just right!

…