Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 647: Killing the chicken to scare the monkey, Beichuan's domineering deterrence

"Be careful!"

Beichuan's voice was low and tense, and his whole body was like a bow filled with power. At the moment when the energy gathered to the peak, he squeezed these words out of his throat.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force on his wrist, and the racket was swung out with a fierce momentum, like a black lightning, cutting through the air.

"boom!"

A faint, almost inaudible crash sounded on the court.

The huge dust vortex that was originally spinning wildly and covering the sky and the sun suddenly froze in the air as if an invisible hand had pressed the pause button.

The flying dust and gravel were hovering in a strange way at this moment, as if time had stopped.

This seemingly slow scene actually happened in a flash - the moment Beichuan finished speaking, his racket had already completed the fatal blow, his arm still maintaining the swing posture, and his body leaned forward slightly due to inertia.

Immediately afterwards, the stagnant dust began to fall, like a taut string suddenly breaking, and tiny particles fell vertically to the ground.

Goldsmith Franklin stared at the tennis ball floating in the air, his hair standing on end and a chill running down his spine to his head.

He didn't dare to hesitate for a moment. He tensed his leg muscles, used all his strength to perform the shrinking technique, and rushed towards the referee on the high platform like an arrow.

The referee witnessed this strange and terrifying scene, his heart suddenly tightened, and a chill spread from the soles of his feet to his whole body.

However, he didn't have time to make any sound.

"boom!!!"

A deafening explosion that seemed to be able to destroy everything rose from the center of the court, making people's eardrums hurt.

“Click—Click—”

Several sharp and piercing breaking sounds, like sharp blades, cut through the dead silent air.

Goldsmith Franklin's face was distorted with fear, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his cheeks, soaking his collar.

The racket he was holding tightly in his hand shattered in an instant like fragile glass, and the fragments flew everywhere, leaving behind tiny streaks of silver light.

He tried his best to block it, but the high-speed tennis ball was like an unstoppable cannonball, smashing into his chest with thunderous momentum.

“Click… Click…”

The sound of broken bones continued, each one more shrill than the last, echoing in the empty stadium, like the death knell.

Goldsmith Franklin's body trembled violently, and his originally pale face instantly turned bloodless.

It was not difficult to tell from his painfully twisted expression and hunched body that this time, the number of his ribs broken by the heavy blow of the tennis ball was far more than imagined, and the excruciating pain made him almost unable to stand.

In that split second, time seemed to stand still.

Goldsmith Franklin was still immersed in a chaos of confusion, helplessness and shock, and had no time to react.

An irresistible force suddenly hit him, and he was like a stone that was catapulted out with great force, flying out without any resistance.

As he flew along, air waves and shock waves raged wildly.

This force was like a giant wielding a brush, carving a huge gully on the ground.

The ravine was deep and wide, extending from one end of the court all the way through almost the entire court, like a hideous scar, telling of the horror of the power just now.

"Boom!!!"

With a dull thud, Goldsmith Franklin crashed heavily into the wire mesh at the side of the court.

Under the huge impact force, the metal mesh made a harsh "clattering" sound and twisted and deformed.

Then, his body lost support and fell to the hard ground with a "thump".

At this moment, his limbs were limp and he looked like a dead dog with its bones and muscles pulled out, without any trace of his former spirit.

He lay there, his breath so weak that it was almost inaudible, as if he was taking only his last breath.

However, at the moment when his life was about to fade away, his eyes suddenly turned red, as if burning with the last trace of unwillingness.

Under the glare of those red eyes, he used up the last bit of his strength and roared viciously.

"You bastard!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of bright red blood gushed out of his mouth, drawing a shocking arc in the air.

Then, his head tilted weakly and he fainted in a pool of blood. The scene was silent, with only the spreading pool of blood silently telling what had just happened.

This scene left the onlookers stunned, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

After all, not long ago, Goldsmith Franklin was like a plaster that couldn't be thrown away, chasing after Beichuan and trying to establish a relationship with him.

But now, he collapsed on the ground in a miserable state, and his miserable appearance was simply unbearable to look at.

Someone in the crowd subconsciously swallowed, making a "gulp..." sound. The sound was particularly clear in the silent scene.

Subsequently.

Everyone seemed to be suddenly awakened by the sound, and all turned their eyes to Beichuan on the court.

An unprecedented panic and fear grew exponentially in their hearts.

At this moment, no one dared to look down on this seemingly immature first-year junior high school student, and no one would say that his kung fu was just fancy moves.

Just by looking at his still somewhat childish face, everyone could feel an invisible yet extremely powerful majesty coming towards them.

Kitagawa on the court looked at the unconscious Goldsmith Franklin and sighed helplessly again.

Immediately afterwards, the referee's whistle on the podium broke the silence at the scene.

With this victory, Beichuan easily won the first game.

In the next two games, he was even more unstoppable, and with his strong strength and calm performance, he easily won the victory.

Perhaps Goldsmith Franklin's tragic end served as a warning to others.

In subsequent matches, his opponents generally did not dare to pursue him as persistently as Goldsmith Franklin.

Even so, these opponents could only choose to flee around and delay time on the court, but the final result was still embarrassing.

They were intimidated by Beichuan's powerful aura and strength, and their inner fear continued to intensify. In the end, most of them shouted and gave up under the unbearable pressure.