flstandardbreds Chapter 520: Invulnerable Under the Domain, Clark's Bucket Run
Chapter 520: Invulnerable Under the Domain, Clark's Bucket Run
at the same time.
The air, which was originally fresh, flowing and comfortable, seemed to be caught in an invisible vortex.
The air became thick, as if a pair of invisible and powerful hands were stirring it wantonly, making it turbid and heavy, making it difficult to breathe.
In the blink of an eye, a faint transparent cyclone slowly formed in an area three meters around Beichuan.
The air currents in the cyclone overlapped and intertwined with each other, and the darkness seemed to have found a place to live, gradually blending into it, making the whole scene even more mysterious.
The tennis balls that were rushing towards the Swiss U-17 team like a surging tide suddenly seemed to encounter an invisible barrier.
Attracted by a powerful force, the tennis ball vibrated violently in the air, making a buzzing sound.
Then, they hovered in the air strangely.
These tennis balls are like a group of lost flying insects that have mistakenly entered a complex spider web. No matter how they struggle, they cannot break free from the shackles of the mysterious force and can only tremble helplessly on the spot.
"The field expands——"
Beichuan shouted in a low and powerful voice.
There was an innate and irresistible dominance in his voice.
The shout echoed continuously in the empty court, and the lingering sound lingered for a long time, as if it was going to set the air of the entire tennis stadium on fire.
The racket in his hand drew arcs in the air.
In the air, the racket frame plowed out a distorted trajectory that was clearly visible to the naked eye, as if the space was about to be torn apart by this blow.
The originally chaotic and disorderly airflow seemed to have heard instructions from the depths of the soul and was cast with magical magic at this moment.
In an instant, they transformed into countless tightly packed concentric rings, each layer of rings spinning in the opposite direction at high speed.
These rings release powerful centrifugal force, and the surrounding air is driven by this force, forming small air vortexes, as if to drag everything around into an endless abyss.
The tennis balls suspended in the air, pulled by this powerful force, flew quickly towards Beichuan like iron filings attracted by a magnet.
When a tennis ball is flying, the air around it is squeezed and rubbed, making a "whooshing" sound.
Just as the tennis ball reached Kitagawa, he shook his wrist slightly.
"Sunny Day March!"
Beichuan shouted softly.
With this shout, the tennis ball hit by the racket was like a comet burning with blazing flames, carrying endless energy and passing through the air at an almost terrifying speed.
Behind the tennis ball, there is a spiral air wave. The air wave is like a unique mark left by its flight. It lingers for a long time and outlines a unique trajectory in the air, indicating the powerful power contained in this attack.
"what?!"
At this moment, the members of Clark's organization who were hiding in the depths of darkness showed shocked expressions almost at the same time.
Their eyes were wide open with expressions of disbelief, and their mouths were open as wide as if an egg could fit in them.
After all, they had just used the powerful "Real Tennis".
This traditional tennis ball, made with cork or stone as its core, has a unique craftsmanship and a hard texture.
It has extremely strong lethality. Once hit, the body will suffer a huge impact.
Facing so many "Real Tennis", and with the support of their unique skills, the opponent was able to take on all the "Real Tennis" attacking the Swiss U-17 team by themselves.
Moreover, the counterattack was completed in an extremely short time.
This fact suddenly caused them to feel a deep sense of horror in their hearts at this moment.
Fear spread quickly throughout their bodies like a surging tide, causing them to tremble slightly.
"Go back!"
Just as these people were stunned, a serious and urgent voice sounded from behind them.
This sound was like a bolt from the blue, instantly bringing them back to reality from their shock.
At the same time, the figure who spoke moved quickly and rushed forward with a racket in his hand.
I saw that this man was tall and burly, with steady and quick steps. The racket in his hand was like a deadly weapon, exuding a fierce aura.
There is no doubt that this is Keith, the leader of the Clark organization.
The next moment, bang! bang! bang!
It was as if countless meteors suddenly fell in the darkness.
The tennis balls hit back by Beichuan fell from the sky one after another, with powerful force and whistling wind, shooting towards the members of Clark's organization.
Each tennis ball is like a small cannonball, leaving bright trails in the air, as if to destroy everything in sight.
"what?!"
Just as the racket in Keith's hand touched one of the tennis balls flying like a meteor, his face turned pale instantly.
His originally resolute face was instantly filled with fear, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead and quickly slid down his cheeks.
Without any hesitation, he immediately let go of the racket in his hand and dodged to the side at an extremely fast speed like a frightened hare.
His movements were flustered and awkward, his body leaving a trail on the ground, as he was afraid that if he was a second slower he would be hit by the tennis ball.
"withdraw!!!"
Keith didn't say another word, trying hard to calm the fear that was like a raging wave in his heart.
After he said this word in a deep voice, he took the lead and ran outside.
His footsteps were hurried and frantic, causing the air around him to vibrate.
His eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness, but at this moment, survival was the only thought in his mind.
Unfortunately, although Keith managed to dodge it with his agility, not everyone was so lucky.
In just a flash, seven or eight teenagers were hit hard by tennis balls.
Their bodies flew out in an instant as if they were hit by a speeding car.
These teenagers either fell heavily to the ground, their bodies twisted into strange shapes, motionless; or covered their injured parts, rolled on the ground in pain, and let out weak groans.
The scene was horrific, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and pain.
"Really."
Beichuan stood there, his expression indifferent, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "Just said hello and ran away."
There was a hint of regret in his voice, as if he was still unsatisfied with this brief confrontation.
"I thought something interesting would happen."
In the darkness, Beichuan's eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, and like a god watching everything in the world.
He looked quietly in the direction of where the Clark Organization had just been, his eyes deep and calm, as if he could see through the darkness and understand everything.
“All national-level.”
Alexander Amadeus was also looking in that direction, his eyes flickering, as if he was thinking about something.
He spoke softly, his voice low but clearly audible in the relatively quiet arena, "Only the last guy who wanted to fight back was at a professional level."
He frowned slightly, a thoughtful look on his face, as if he was assessing the other party's strength.
"But he seems quite sensible."
He nodded, acknowledging the other party's judgment, "He didn't resist Captain Beichuan's shot."
"Just a bunch of rats."
Beichuan turned around and smiled slightly, with a hint of disdain in his smile.