freenovelworld Chapter 445: The Difficulty of National-Level Challenges to Professional-Level
Chapter 445: The Difficulty of National-Level Challenges to Professional-Level
Akutsu narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp as torches.
He was closely focused on the trajectory of the tennis ball just hit by Alexander Amadeus, as if trying to thoroughly analyze the air at that moment.
now.
His brain was like a high-speed supercomputer, not missing any details, carefully analyzing the characteristics and flaws of this move.
He knew very well that this was a critical juncture that determined victory or defeat.
As long as we can find the solution behind the exquisite ball skills, perhaps we can turn the tide.
however.
The current situation put him in an extremely embarrassing position.
Fine beads of sweat unconsciously seeped out of his forehead, sparkling in the light, a sign of tension and anxiety.
He pondered in his heart.
Firstly, his serve was now in jeopardy, with only one ball left.
This goal carried his hopes and pressure, like the final weight hanging on the scale. If he failed to score this goal, he would be left far behind in the score and fall into a huge disadvantage. It would undoubtedly be a difficult counterattack to make up the score.
Secondly, if Alexander Amadeus can still display his unpredictable "dark" skills in the next serving game, he will be like a fly caught in a spider web, being tightly bound and falling into a more passive predicament, unable to break free.
He knew very well that the core of defense was to cleverly hide one's weaknesses and leave the opponent no chance to exploit.
But now, his weaknesses were like being illuminated by a spotlight, exposed to his opponents without reservation. At this moment, his defense was useless and had no practical significance.
In this situation, there was only one clear thought in his mind:
Before Alexander Amadeus's mysterious "dark" skills are cracked, active offense is the only way to break the deadlock.
"Then let's give it a try~"
Akutsu's voice sounded low, like a whisper from the depths of his soul.
The voice was as gentle as the breeze, but the firm determination contained in it was as unshakable as steel, as if he was ready to face all challenges.
The voice just fell.
His body seemed to be enveloped by a mysterious force, and in an instant he underwent an astonishing transformation.
The excitement and aggression that had flashed in his eyes quickly dissipated like the receding tide, and was replaced by an extreme seriousness. That look seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles and hit the opponent's heart.
His eyes revealed a kind of concentration and persistence, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment, leaving only him, his opponent, and the tennis ball that decided the outcome.
The scarlet aura that was originally surging around him gradually calmed down, just like the violent waves slowly receding under the comfort of time and returning to a peaceful state.
Followed by.
The rich color faded quickly like the tide.
In the blink of an eye, it was replaced by a hazy and crystal feeling.
now.
Under the light, Akutsu's white hair seemed to be given life, each strand was crystal clear and shiny, like silver threads gently floating in the breeze, exuding a mysterious and noble aura.
It makes him look like a mysterious warrior from ancient legend.
His bright eyes are deep and mysterious, like the starry sky in the vast universe. Endless power is hidden beneath the calmness.
In his eyes, the figure of Alexander Amadeus was reflected. Those eyes seemed to have the magical power to see through everything and see through people's hearts.
People shudder under his gaze and dare not look directly at him.
Although Akutsu entered this mysterious and powerful state, the darkness in front of him created by the "Dark" ball skills was like an indestructible fortress, showing no signs of being shaken.
The darkness surrounded him tightly, as if it was going to swallow him up in an endless abyss, leaving him nowhere to escape.
however.
Akutsu was not frightened by the darkness. His face remained calm and determined, as if all this was within his expectations.
next second.
"tread!"
He took a sudden step back, and the powerful force caused the ground beneath his feet to shake slightly, as if announcing his determination to the world.
He gripped the racket tightly in his hand, and the veins on his arms bulged like angry pythons, showing that he was accumulating tremendous power to change the situation of the battle.
Akutsu's galaxy-like eyes were faintly shrouded in a shimmering blood-red. Within that hazy glow, countless crystal-white threads seemed to pierce through his body and the entire court from all directions.
These threads are intertwined with each other like a huge and sophisticated net, covering the entire court. Each thread is shining with mysterious light, as if connected to some unknown mysterious power.
Followed by.
The scarlet air, like a scorching breath, quickly transformed into thick fog, covering the entire stadium layer by layer.
In this strange blood mist, a figure leaped high. It was Akutsu.
The racket in his hand was silhouetted against the blood mist.
It seemed to have become the legendary killing weapon of the tyrant, emitting a terrifying and ferocious aura.
It seemed as if it was filled with endless resentment and murderous intent, determined to completely destroy all obstacles before it.
In an instant.
He swung his racket and roared:
"Blood Plague!"
"boom!"
Following a crisp crash, a blood-red blade flashed by like lightning. The blade carried endless murderous aura, as if it wanted to completely cut through this dark world and break through all constraints.
Those crystal white threads at the moment when the racket hits the tennis ball.
One after another, they were entangled around the tennis balls.
The tennis ball seemed to be endowed with evil life, carrying a strange and powerful force, flying towards Alexander Amadeus in an incredible trajectory.
"It's a bit interesting."
Alexander Amadeus raised his head slightly and stared at the flying tennis ball.
There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, like a ripple on the surface of a calm lake, but it soon returned to its usual calm, as if the slight fluctuation had never occurred.
In his eyes.
A tennis ball, like a blood-red vortex, was reflected and was rushing towards him with great force.
The blood-colored vortex was like a huge black hole, emitting a terrifying attraction. It seemed that anyone touched by it would be swallowed up instantly and disappear without a trace.
Despite the fierce force of the tennis ball, Alexander Amadeus remained calm and not at all panicked.
He stood there quietly, his feet firmly planted in the ground as if deeply rooted, waiting for the tennis ball to pass over the net.
There was no trace of tension or panic on his face, as if everything was under his control. He was like a king in control of the overall situation, watching his opponent's attack calmly, and had already planned a response strategy in his mind.