Doomsday Madman: The Prince of Tennis

As far as he can remember, the most important thing in his life is tennis. The nine months are like a dream. When he wakes up from the dream, he will never abandon himself or be abandoned by himself. It will always be tennis.

So what if you knew the reason?

"Even if you know the reason, so what?" Naruto glanced across Tokugawa Kazuya with slightly surprised eyes and said, "Since the day of the decision, Tokugawa Kazuya has never had anything to do with this matter again." Relationship." As soon as the words fell, Yasha's ferociously dancing branches rushed towards Yu Gongling like a beast out of the cage, and the air suddenly became sticky and cold, and the air flow seemed to be swept by some kind of force. Viscous vortex, white ice crystals spread out from the green leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye, and almost instantly the entire No. [-] stadium became a depressing world of ice and snow.

"Ding!" The two forces collided and made a pleasant crisp sound!

Yu Gongling's delicate and expressionless face slowly revealed a piece of snow-white with ice crystals, and the light green eyes began to be slowly eroded by the snow-white, and the last bit of freshness and emotion that he should have as a human being was lost in his pupils At this moment, Yu Gongling is just a corpse that can fight.

His voice, which is so flat that there is no emotion at all, reveals a mechanical coldness: "For Inaba, since there are already better seeds, there is still a meaning to be protected for a discarded waste chess piece." ?"

Mingyang snorted coldly, and Yasha danced wildly with Yugongling with a kind of violent power. At this moment, Yugongling is not Yugongling in a normal state, and the opponent will tear him apart even if he is a little slack. Cracked to pieces.

The crystal clear sword of ice and snow blocked Yasha's violent attack, and Amamiya Ling's flat and cold voice sounded again: "What if you choose one of the two?" Let the snow-white be stained with scarlet magnificence.

The bright red dyed Amamiya Ling's palm red along the clear ice and snow. He looked at Naruo with his unfocused eyes: "What if Tokugawa-kun and Sanada-kun choose one? Inaba will still insist Protect a useless abandoned son?"

Tokugawa Kazuya's pupils shrunk, Sanada-kun couldn't be the Sanada he thought of, could he?

Ming Yang covered his shoulders with his hands, and the blood flow slowly slowed down. His eyes were mocking and cold, and there was a vile provocation in his voice: "What's the matter? Old things are only playing around like this. Is it a pattern?"

"Heh..." Field let out a chuckle, and there was a sense of helplessness in his eyes, and he said to Sanada with emotion: "He is always so naughty!"

Mingming and Mingyang are close at hand, but they seem to be separated by two worlds, and no one is aware of their existence.

"That child is an abandoned child who was replaced by Sanada-kun. What is the reason why Xiaoshi still wants to protect him? When Yazhi Inaba, who had chosen him, knew that I was interested in that child, he didn't know what to do. Let Xiao Eleven get rid of him without mercy? But Xiao Eleven seems unwilling!"

Sanada's gaze was fixed on Field, but his voice was calm and unwavering: "What are you trying to imply to me?"

The smile on the corner of Field's mouth remained undiminished, and his voice was still gentle and soft: "Does this mean that Little Eleven wants to install a double insurance for the whole plan? How about we also play a game of choice?" Field's emerald green Looking down at Sanada's stern facial features without a trace of expression: "In this world, you and Tokugawa are different, only you belong to the same kind, so if you choose one of the two, you choose to coexist with the same kind, and you can't protect Xiaoshi. Let him replace me for a while or devour the power that belongs to his blood to make myself stronger?"

The moment Field's words fell, the invisible barrier between them collapsed, and people facing different choices suddenly appeared in the same space.

In an instant, time seemed to stop flowing.

"Since the choices of two people are related to this Tokugawa-kun, it seems unreasonable not to give the parties the right to choose." Field's eyes looked at Tokugawa Kazuya: "Why don't Tokugawa-kun choose one of the two?" , Should I draw out the special power in my blood to become a real ordinary person and get out of this vortex immediately, or keep the power in my blood to keep a bargaining chip to become stronger when I need to fight one day in the future?"

Tokugawa Kazuya looked at Field, his dark blue eyes were like a frozen deep sea, his eyes were cold and dark: "When a person is forced to make a choice, he has lost the right to choose. Such a game is really Boring and low class."

Field chuckled and looked at Naruto.

Ming Yang's exquisite and profound facial features showed a clear and sharp sense of beauty in this snow-white and cold alien space. His dark eyes formed a strong contrast with the surrounding world, but the deep Black is colder than ice and snow.

Holding the yaksha, he walked towards Tokugawa Kazuya step by step, his voice was cold as gold and jade collided: "I don't need to choose, because my purpose has not changed from the beginning to the end." The voice fell , Yasha's whip shadow formed an impenetrable net and shrouded Tokugawa Kazuya under its tough protection.

Field's pale and slender fingers rested on his forehead, and his palm blocked his gaze. Only an elegant and low-pitched laughter spread from between his lips and teeth.

"Don't Xiaoshi want to know my choice?"

Naruto's dark pupils contracted slightly, but his eyes showed a kind of tough coldness: "As long as I stop you, it doesn't matter what you choose." Yasha, who turned into a long whip, almost sarcastically said in a cold voice At the same time as it sounded, it rushed towards Field, and the shadows of whips flying all over the sky were like a group of moths driven by light. Field's body was covered with a soft light like white jade, which was like a flame. The moths that tried to get close devoured it all.

All of Yasha's attacks were wiped out in that alien-like space.

No matter how hard you struggle, you can't break free from the constraints of that space. No matter how hard you struggle, you can never touch the corner of the other party's clothes. All your efforts will only increase your embarrassment.

At the same time as Mingyang started, Yu Gongling's figure also moved suddenly, a bit of cold air swept across the power as if it could destroy the earth, and suddenly slashed towards Sanada, the solid ice turned into a sharp blade and collided with metal, making a sound Harsh wailing!The sweeping power roared and tore the frozen snow-white ground into cracks. Like Yaksha, it was an energy weapon capable of perfecting elements. The broken blade turned into a long knife collided with the cold ice blade in Amemiya's hand. In an instant, the impact from the two forces tore apart its shape, and twisted into a messy shape in the air! !

At that moment, Torimaru Lan's body was shaken and fell backwards. At this moment, he no longer felt any sensation, and the flesh and bones of his whole body seemed to be crushed into pieces by that force.Even though he was also seriously injured in the fight with Yu Gongling before, it is completely different from this moment. The only remaining consciousness in him can feel a kind of coldness and fear like ice and snow piercing the bone marrow.

Time seems to be extended infinitely, and the actions that originally happened in an instant are slowed down a little bit.

After the ice blade in Ryo Amamiya broke through the defense of Torimaru Ran, she went straight towards Sanada without any loss of force, and the speed was so fast that it surpassed the reaction of ordinary ability users. The moment the ice blade pierced into Sanada's body, , the space where several people lived was broken by an external force, and the independent space was integrated with the outside world. A shadow quickly passed by and brought Sanada's body away from the range of Amamiya Ling's attack.

The man was dressed in an ancient samurai outfit, with long hair tied into a high bun, and two knives around his waist. The moment he rescued Sanada, he drew the knives with both hands. He was nowhere to be seen, only the sound of weapons intersecting, showing that Yu Gongling was fighting fiercely with him.

"Heh... the people of Yijiyuan..." Field sighed in a low voice: "Is Xiaoshi just letting the people of Yijiyuan lurk beside the seeds he selected? I'm not afraid that one day my achievements will be instigated by others Against yourself?"

"Isn't that exactly what you want to see? Otherwise, why bother attacking uncle on purpose." Mingyang's body dodged in the air, and there was nothing in front of him, but his body seemed to be scraped by countless sharp knives , A series of fine wounds appeared on his body, like an alternative body art, with a cold and bloody beauty.

The bright red blood seeping from the thin opening at the corner of the eye flowed down the cheek like two lines of beautiful blood tears.

Field once again used the power of space to isolate the place where they were, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Don't Xiaoshi wonder what the body of darkness will look like after devouring the same kind? And Sanada-kun doesn't seem to have any Speaking of your own choice, how do you know that his true inner thoughts are not to devour his own kind and become a real strong man? He is no longer that pure ordinary person, when he was pulled into the dark world by you, he had already started Deep in the mud, bit by bit eroded by the rules of the dark world, all people in the dark world yearn for power."

"You're right. Uncle is no longer a purely ordinary person, but it doesn't mean he wants to become a mindless monster. And I will never allow it."

"Heh..." Field let out a chuckle, and his figure approached Mingyang step by step, his eyes were gentle and doting: "What is the success rate of awakening after being parasitized by the dragon's egg? Being swallowed by the dragon's egg Is there any difference between a bloodthirsty thing and a monster formed by thinking? Do you still want to gamble with the probability that is close to zero? What we want is the power to break through the barrier of space, as long as the dragon egg can be in his body Awakening, what does it matter if he retains his mind?"

"Naruo Inaba, hasn't the last apocalyptic world worn away your innocence?" Field's emerald green eyes were filled with a piercing coldness, and the elegance and indifference bestowed on him by the years disappeared in an instant. The cold and stern murderous intent in the light oppressed people immobilized: "The real strong don't need protection or companions. Putting the hope of survival on others is stupid from the very beginning, and when betrayal comes, there will be no redemption." that day."

Naruto was crawling in the snow, his blood stained the white snow under him red, but he had appeared a thousand times more embarrassed than this before, even if he was so oppressed by Field's strength that he couldn't stand up, it was nothing Woolen cloth?

"The antonym of strength is never weakness, but depravity and doubt." Naruto raised his head from the cold snow mixed with blood, the slightly twitching smile on the corner of his mouth was still mocking and cold, with a kind of mischievous provocation: " Depravity gives up on oneself, doubts give up on companions. This is what the end of the world taught me. Old people like you who are unloved will not understand."

The cold killing intent in Field's eyes dissipated in an instant, as if everything just now was an illusion, and the whole person returned to his usual elegant and mysterious appearance. His green eyes slightly lowered to reflect Naruto's appearance, Weak and embarrassed, but always firmly believe in the innocence in his heart.It overlaps perfectly with the former self.

"You can't stop me." Field approached Mingyang and squatted down, stroking Mingyang's blood-stained face with his slender and cold fingers, his voice was soft and slow, but there was a sense that he could not resist.