freenovelworld Chapter 449: Kitagawa is blocked, Akutsu's limit
Chapter 449: Kitagawa is blocked, Akutsu's limit
The night is as dark as ink, slowly spreading out.
The dim street lights seemed to be gently caressed by the night, emitting a soft and hazy light. It was not as dazzling and bright as the daytime, but it had a quiet atmosphere.
The dim street lights at night emitted a soft but not bright light, which slowly fell on the faces of Beichuan and Qin Onokiya, outlining a faint halo on their faces.
The next moment, time seemed to be paused, and everything around became quiet and silent.
The crutch in Qin Onokieha's hand suddenly stopped three inches away from Beichuan's feet. At that moment, the air seemed to tremble slightly because of this sudden movement.
The strong wind brought by the tip of the staff was like an invisible yet powerful airflow, as gentle as a spring breeze, ruffling the fine hair on Beichuan's forehead. The strands of hair danced gently with the strong wind, further highlighting the tranquility and mystery of the picture.
The old man's wrinkled wrists trembled slightly, as if given a different rhythm by time.
The seemingly dry arm, like a mysterious treasure concealing endless energy, was now slowly releasing astonishing power.
I saw him carving a half-inch-deep Tai Chi Bagua diagram on the hard cement floor. Each mark was clear and deep, with smooth lines and an ancient charm.
"The ancient martial arts of the Dragon Kingdom emphasizes 'listening to the energy and transforming it into power.'"
Qin Onokiha's originally cloudy pupils suddenly became as sharp as an eagle's. Her gaze seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles as she stared at Beichuan.
"That child is like a bowstring stretched to the utmost tautness, so fragile that it could break at any moment under the weight. But precisely because of this, he can unleash astonishing and astonishing power at any moment."
He paused slightly and continued,
"That kid Amadeus shouldn't be underestimated. He's a truly strong man. Deep down, he possesses an unyielding perseverance, as unshakable as steel. He also has an almost obsessive pursuit of victory. That kind of energy is truly admirable."
Beichuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a confident yet somewhat cynical smile, and said lightly:
"I think Akutsu-senpai is quite tough, but after fighting this hard, there's no point in continuing. After all, too much is as bad as too little."
“Many times, knowing when to stop is the greatest wisdom in life.”
Qin Onokyiha slowly shook his head, his gaze as firm as the brightest star in the night sky, without wavering in the slightest:
"The truly strong are born in the extremes."
"His potential far exceeds our imagination. Furthermore, considering the personalities of those two people involved, do you think it would leave a thorn in their hearts if we just interrupted and ended it like this?"
“Some things must be experienced before you can truly let go and truly grow.”
As if to echo the old man's words, a sharp sound like metal tearing suddenly came from the indoor court. The sound was sharp and piercing, instantly breaking the surrounding silence, as if a thunder exploded in the night sky.
Akutsu's legs were slightly bent, and the muscles at his knees were as taut as war drums, as if they could make an exciting sound at any time.
He leaned his upper body back slightly, like a cheetah ready to pounce. Every cell in his body was clamoring for victory, ready to pounce on the prey that represented victory.
His eyes were fixed on the flying tennis ball, burning with a fiery fighting spirit, as if they were two blazing flames, ready to burn everything in front of him and swallow him up in this endless fighting spirit.
At the moment when the tennis ball came at him like lightning at a speed of up to 240km/h, his arm seemed to be driven by a powerful spring. He swung it out with a single-handed backhand, and the movement was completed in one go without any hesitation or delay.
The moment the racket and tennis ball touched, it was like a grand fireworks display opening in the dim court.
Sparks flew from the edge of the racket frame, flickering in the dim court like fleeting meteors in the night sky, with endless brilliance and mystery, or like the dazzling light of Akutsu's indomitable fighting spirit flashing in the darkness.
The powerful impact caused the left sleeve of his sportswear to burst open, revealing the bandage wrapped around his forearm. The bandage fluttered slightly in the breeze, like a silent storyteller, silently narrating the madness and pain he had experienced during his previous hard training.
Beichuan raised his eyebrows, a faint smile on his lips, and teased, "You seem to know Akutsu-senpai quite well. It seems you've been observing him for a long time."
Qin Onokyiha's expression was solemn. He said in a deep voice, "He's so eager to win, so eager to prove himself to you. In his mind, this is not just a game, but a battle to prove his self-worth."
"not enough!"
The hem of Alexander Amadeus's jersey rustled, and in this intense atmosphere, it looked like a fluttering battle flag.
The former captain of the Swiss U-17 team had a determined look on his face, as if he would never give up until he achieved his goal. His feet seemed to be nailed to the ground by a huge force, and he was firmly in a horse stance, as if his posture could withstand all the impacts in the world.
His eyes narrowed into slits and were fixed on Akutsu. His eyes were like a ferocious beast examining its prey. Every glint in his eyes revealed his extreme desire for victory and firm determination.
Then, for the first time, he struck the classic stance of holding the racket with both hands, his arms slightly bent, his muscles bulging, and every muscle seemed to contain endless energy, like a volcano about to erupt, which could burst out with a force that would shock the world at any time.
He stepped forward, and with every step he took, the concrete floor seemed to be unable to bear the weight and cracked. The cracks spread wildly in all directions like a giant spider web, as if telling of the enormous pressure the ground was under.
His return traced three overlapping spirals of air in the air—a deadly variation of his Swiss Army Knife technique, the "Triple Spike." Like three roaring dragons, they carried a devastating, oppressive force, seemingly threatening to engulf the entire court in this boundless power.
Wherever the air waves passed, there were bursts of whistling sounds in the air, as if the wind was wailing at this powerful force, or as if the entire space was trembling and yielding under this unparalleled power.