flstandardbreds Chapter 688: Fantasy Technique - Butterfly Dance, Tokugawa Kazuya Finds His Tennis Ball
Chapter 688: Fantasy Technique - Butterfly Dance, Tokugawa Kazuya Finds His Tennis Ball
"How can this be?"
Chico Balentin stumbled back half a step, his sneakers making a harsh sound on the plastic floor.
His flushed face was full of disbelief, his carefully maintained features were distorted by shock, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
"How could you possibly display the 'lifeline noose'?"
His voice trembled with a crack, and the mask of elegance and composure he usually wore was completely shattered, revealing the shock and fear hidden behind it.
Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the team logo on his chest, leaving dark marks.
His legs felt slightly weak and he almost couldn't stand. His heart was filled with fear of the unknown and anxiety about the situation getting out of control.
The tennis ball bounced out of bounds at a speed that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, and the numbers on the electronic scoreboard quickly changed to "15-0" like dancing flames.
At this moment, the entire stadium fell into an eerie silence, with only the humming sound of the air conditioner outdoor unit echoing in the empty space.
Immediately afterwards, cheers burst like a flood, instantly flooding the entire stadium.
The audience waved flags and glow sticks in their hands, and the shouts that came one after another made the dome tremble slightly. The waves of sound came one after another, as if they were going to overturn the stadium.
The fans hugged each other excitedly and cheered for this wonderful scene, and the atmosphere on the scene reached a climax.
Chico Balentin stood there in a daze, the noise in his ears as if blocked by a layer of water.
His lips trembled uncontrollably, and he muttered to himself: "It's not a 'lifeline noose'..."
He finally realized that the carefully planned script had been torn to pieces.
In the distance, Kintaro Toyama was supporting his knees with his hands, breathing heavily, and sweat kept dripping onto the court at his feet, leaving dark marks.
He bit his lower lip stubbornly, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and his chest heaved violently like an overloaded old machine.
His eyes were filled with resentment and anger, yet he felt powerless about the situation.
The numbers on the scoreboard were like rapidly rotating gears, "30-0!" "40-0!"
The offensive of Tokugawa Kazuya and Sanada Genichirō was like a surging tide, one wave after another, leaving no chance for the opponent to breathe.
Every shot is accompanied by dazzling light and an explosion of energy. The distortion of the black hole and the ups and downs of the heat wave are intertwined, sketching a thrilling picture on the court.
Toyama Kintaro's breathing became more and more rapid. The "Perfect Limit" brought not only a slight advantage, but also a huge consumption that was like burning his life.
He felt as if his legs were filled with lead, and every movement was like climbing a steep mountain. The world in front of him began to blur, and sweat kept seeping into his eyes, stinging them painfully.
His arms ached from the long, intense swings, and every time he lifted the racket it took immense effort.
"Huhuhu..."
Kintaro Toyama was breathing heavily, his messy hair stuck to his face by sweat, hiding the unwillingness in his eyes.
“It’s so uncomfortable, so frustrating… Ahhhhhh!”
He scratched his hair in frustration, his nails almost scratching his scalp, and a low growl like a trapped animal came from his throat.
Even so, he still stubbornly maintained the "perfect limit" because he knew that once he gave up, what would be waiting for them would be a faster failure.
His knees trembled slightly, but he still forced himself to stand upright, with a stubborn fire burning in his eyes.
His heart was constantly screaming, longing to find a chance to fight back and change this unfavorable situation.
Chico Balentin dragged himself to his side, his chest heaving violently, and every breath seemed to be pulling at his aching lungs.
"Take a deep breath! They're about to reach their limit too."
"As long as you keep persevering, there might still be a chance."
His voice was weak and empty, and even he couldn't convince himself.
The sunlight shone obliquely on the two of them, casting long, tired shadows, as if they were also sighing for this doomed battle.
Chico Balentin's eyes revealed deep helplessness and unwillingness. He looked at the two war-like figures opposite him, and a feeling of powerlessness welled up in his heart, as if he had fallen into a dark abyss, with no hope in sight.
His mind kept thinking about all the plans and expectations before the game, but now they had all turned into nothing, and his heart was filled with bitterness and regret.
Tokugawa Kazuya, standing on the opposite court, was wearing a white sportswear. His back was soaked with sweat, outlining the contours of his back muscles.
His hair was stuck to his forehead by sweat, but it did not affect the sharp light shining in his eyes.
When the corners of his mouth slowly raised that strange smile, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, revealing a chilling confidence.
"You didn't expect this result, did you?"
His voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of provocation.
"In fact, when you performed that skill, we didn't expect it either."
Chico Balentin's voice came from the other side, with a bit of reluctance and surprise.
Tokugawa Kazuya gently twirled the tennis racket in his hand, the metal frame reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight. "For these final few balls, I'll show you an even more magnificent and dazzling skill! A colorful skill—Butterfly Dance!"
In an instant, the tennis ball flew over the net like an arrow.
This time, the speed of the tennis ball was so fast that the sound of the air being torn apart could be clearly heard.
However, in the eyes of the audience, the tennis ball seemed to have transformed into a dancing butterfly, with a colorful halo surrounding it, drawing graceful arcs in the air. It was so beautiful that people couldn't help but hold their breath for fear of disturbing the dance of this "butterfly".
In the stands, many spectators couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, and even felt a desire not to let this "butterfly" disappear.
They stared at the colorful light and shadow, their eyes full of intoxication and anticipation.
However, in the eyes of Chico Balentin and Toyama Kintaro, this goal represented a completely different scene.
Their eyes widened, their pupils filled with shock and fear.
The speed of the tennis ball was ridiculously fast, crossing half the court in the blink of an eye, and they didn't even have time to react.
The so-called scene of butterflies dancing in the air is nothing more than the afterimage left by the tennis ball moving at high speed, like countless overlapping phantoms, which is dazzling.
In the blink of an eye, the tennis ball fell heavily on the baseline behind Chico Balentin like a hammer.
Amidst the roar, dust flew up and the tennis ball bounced out of bounds, leaving a deep mark on the ground.
"Switzerland U-17 team, Kazuya Tokugawa scored."
The referee's voice was carried throughout the stadium through the loudspeaker, with a hint of surprise in his tone that was difficult to conceal.
Tokugawa Kazuya landed lightly on the ground, his chest rising and falling slightly, but a confident smile still hung on his face.
He looked up at the sky. The sunlight shone on his face, giving his angular face a golden halo, making him look like a triumphant warrior.