Playing tennis: Hands in your pockets
29 . Cut the original, hit him back, kick him again, and finally stuff him into the pit!!

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"Hmm? Divine City! Don't tell me I have to use that move?"

Aoi's expression changed slightly when she saw Rei Kamijou's iconic gesture.

Immediately after.

Reiji Kamijou confirmed Aoi's guess with her actions.

Bang!

The tennis ball was thrown out, and the ball kept spinning, forming a strong gale around it.

Even in the air, it could emit a sharp sound of wind.

"Let's win this game steadily!”

Opposite him.

Qie Yuan had no idea that danger was rapidly approaching.

Seeing that the tennis ball was landing on his left, he quickly pulled away enough distance to prepare for a counterattack.

Whoosh!

Just as Qieyuan was swinging his racket.

The tennis ball was like a sharp knife that pierced through the racket in his hand.

The tennis ball bounced up and flew toward his face along Qieyuan's slanted racket face.

!!!?

Qie Yuan jumped in fright and subconsciously dodged.

However, the sharp wind blades around the tennis ball still scratched his face.

Blood flowed down the wound.

By the time Qie Yuan reacted, there was already a burning sensation on his face.

“15-0。”

After Aoi announced the score, she immediately continued.

"The match has been suspended. Please ask this player from Lihai University to change his spare racket.”

After saying all this.

Aoi then walked towards Rei Kamijou, who had just left the stage.

It was unknown what the two were talking about, but Aoi's expression did not look good.

As for Shen Liming.

Qie Yuan frowned as he walked down with the broken racket and changed it without a word.

"Cut the original."

"What's wrong? Senior Shenli."

"I allow you to completely release the Demon Red.”

"Eh?"

After hearing Shen Liming's words, Qie Yuan was stunned and confused.

"But Senior Shenli, didn't you tell me not to fall into that state?”

"It's different now." Shen Liming shook his head, his eyes revealing an unprecedented seriousness.

"The other party made the first move. I won't allow you to let him attack you.”

"Return the favor.”

"If you're beaten up, you have to fight back.”

"This is our Lihai University's way of winning.”

After saying this, Shen Liming revealed a unique domineering aura.

Two kindergarten kids were fighting. What would you do if someone punched your child?

Fight back!

Not only did he have to fight back, he also had to kick him!

If it was Shen Liming himself, not only would he kick him, but he would also stuff him into the latrine pit!

Strength was the absolute truth!

"Good! Senior Shenli, I'm relieved to hear you say this. I've been holding back my anger for a long time!”

With Shen Li Ming's words, Qie Yuan immediately gained some confidence.

After changing his racket, he was about to go on stage.

Shen Li Ming still gave Qie Yuan a request.

He had to return to his normal state.

If he couldn't return to his normal state, then Shenli would take action.

Qie Yuan gladly agreed.

Shen Liming's eyes were filled with anticipation as he watched Qie Yuan walk onto the court again.

Actually, there was another reason for Qie Yuan to activate his demon form, but Shen Liming did not mention it.

Because there was not enough time, Qieyuan did not understand.

That was…

This match could very well be the first opportunity for Qie Yuan to open the Selfless Hall.

The essence of deep motivation was to use tennis balls that hurt people to create psychological fear and subconsciously fear the ball.

After a long time, he would be able to achieve the ability to deprive his five senses similar to Yukimura's.

In layman's terms,

Deep Impulse could be said to be the lower level of the five senses. The two had the same effect.

Under such circumstances.

It was the simplest way to let Qie Yuan reach a state of fearlessness and selflessness through his demonic form.

At that time.

Qie Yuan only needed to be able to control himself to retreat from his demonized state.

Then, he could easily feel the state of anatta.

Even if it was just a possibility.

But Shen Liming believed that with Qie Yuan's talent, he could reach his desired state.

One had to know.

In terms of talent.

Qie Yuan could be ranked in the top ten among the junior high school students, and his talent was even higher than that of Echizen Ryuma.

Others might only have one buff, but he had five.

It can be said that he has changed too much.

Red Eye Mode, Selfless Realm, Devilification, Angelification, and Concentration Burst.

Each state could increase one's strength by multiple times.

If it weren't for the fact that Lihai University's tennis club was too strong, their brilliance would have been overshadowed by the three giants.

Then Qiehara's fame might not lose to that of Echizen Ryuma.

"Don't disappoint me, Qieyuan."

Shenli Ming said in his heart.

Using one match to complete Qieyuan's qualitative transformation.

Save time and effort.

...

Both sides returned to the stadium.

The match continued.

Reiji of the Divine City still held the ball in her hand.

His face revealed a trace of determination. It was obvious that the conversation between him and Aoi Muramura was not pleasant.

"The most perfect work only needs one!”

Shen Chengling's tone was cold as she crossed her arms again.

" Deep power!!"

Bang!

The tennis ball flew towards Qie Yuan like a wind blade.

But this time.

Qieyuan did not deliberately use his racket to catch the ball.

Da da da da!

Facing the ball flying towards him, he quickly went up to meet it.

He wanted to enter the devil state!

If there was no external stimulation, he would not be able to enter alone.

"Hey! Did that guy want to die? What does he want?"

"He actually went to crash into the deep power of the divine city?! Crazy!"

A few Xiangnan players couldn't help but exclaim.

They knew the power of the deep energy.

Just a scratch would cause his skin to break and bleed. If he were to take it head-on, one could imagine how painful it would be!

In the next second.

Bang!

Under everyone's surprised gazes.

The tennis ball smashed heavily on Qieyuan's nose bridge.

The huge impact forced Qie Yuan to take a step back and fall to the ground.

He closed his eyes.

Qie Yuan stuck out his tongue and licked the blood at the corner of his mouth.

His blood surged.

The anger buried in his heart surged into his chest.

Slowly.

Qie Yuan's body gradually became hot.

"Hehe…Hahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!!”

Laughter suddenly rang out.

Qie Yuan stood up again.

His face and neck were covered in blood, and his hair had turned completely white.

Demon Red!

The demon Akaiya who had completely lost his mind and only knew how to attack!

Enter!

"Hey, hey, hey, is that guy alright? You're still smiling after losing so much blood!"

"Why do I have a creepy feeling?”

"He was already like this just now. Why is he even more terrifying now?”

"Nora, I have goosebumps! This guy's aura had completely changed!”

The tennis players from Chengcheng and Xiangnan turned pale when they saw this.

After all, they were only junior high school students.

Seeing a person covered in blood standing in front of him, he could not help but feel a little scared.

But there was one exception.

That was Reiji of the Divine City.

Because he had planned to destroy Qieyuan and Shen Li Ming from the beginning, he was enough for Aoi's " perfect material ".

Swoosh!

He did not show any mercy.

Reiji of the Divine City once again launched a deep power attack.

However, this time.

After he swung the racket, before he could even react, a tennis ball rapidly enlarged in front of him.

Bang!

The tennis ball hit Rei's black braised egg head.

It knocked him down.

The intense pain made Reji's face twist.

The wound on his forehead was already broken, and he could not believe it.

The deep motive force had been knocked back!?

It was impossible!

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