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

Chapter 437: Attack of Tasta, Eternal Punishment from the Golden Country

Compared to the quiet atmosphere under the stadium.

At this moment, the air on the court seemed to be ignited, filled with a tense atmosphere that made the blood boil.

On the court where everyone was watching, Kulalaga Tasta was like a warrior from a myth, holding the golden racket tightly in his hand, emitting a dazzling light.

His eyes were determined and he swung his sword without hesitation, his movements smooth and powerful.

Accompanied by a crisp and sharp sound, like a violent metal collision, the entire stadium was shaken.

The tennis ball, which was originally carrying terrifying power and coming with great momentum, was like being manipulated by an invisible big hand. It instantly changed direction and shot towards Beichuan like a silver arrow.

Behind it, there was a dazzling golden trail, just like a meteor across the night sky, extremely gorgeous.

At the same time, wherever the tennis ball passed, a layer of golden aura quickly spread and enveloped it.

The golden light was like a lively stream, constantly rolling and surging, as if the mysterious veil of the Golden Country was slowly being unveiled, appearing before the world bit by bit.

This golden glow is like a dream, and people can't help but immerse themselves in it, as if they are in a mysterious and ancient fairyland.

"Very beautiful~" Beichuan raised his head slightly, his eyes following the golden light, and exclaimed softly.

"Very strong too." He added, his eyes revealing a hint of appreciation and curiosity.

"I'm not sure what this ability is, but it's really unique." He muttered to himself, as if he was talking to himself.

Kitagawa's eyes were always fixed on all these wonderful changes. The reason for this sigh was that at the moment when Kulalaga Tasta successfully caught the tennis ball with this move, Kitagawa felt a strong urge in his heart to try to perfectly replicate this move.

He concentrated his mind and mobilized all the strength in his body, trying to recreate that magical scene.

However, reality disappointed him. Despite his best efforts, he ultimately failed. After a brief moment of reflection, he concluded that this must be the result of Kulalaga Tasta's unique ability.

"got windy......"

At this moment, a mysterious smile suddenly appeared on Beichuan's face. Not only did he not move, but he whispered something.

Then, he slowly raised his racket-holding arm and placed it horizontally at his side. At that moment, it was as if a mysterious force surged, and the waves that had been gradually becoming quiet around him suddenly surged with a powerful energy.

At the same time, a strong and unique aura emanated from Beichuan's body like a surging tide, and then quickly merged into the surging waves.

In a trance, in the astonished eyes of everyone, a strange area with a diameter of about ten feet suddenly appeared.

This realm exudes a mysterious light, like a dream, as if connecting the realm of gods and the realm of demons, full of endless unknowns and powerful forces.

And at this moment, the tennis ball carrying the rolling golden aura, as soon as it reached the edge of this area, seemed to be pulled by an invisible powerful gravitational force.

It involuntarily moved closer and closer, and finally slowly merged into it, becoming a part of the wind and wave area, and began to slowly rotate around Beichuan.

In the blink of an eye, the entire field was like a golden egg of nothingness emitting brilliant light, wrapping Beichuan and the tennis ball inside.

This "egg" exudes a mysterious aura, and it seems to completely bind Beichuan, making it impossible for him to break free.

The next moment, a flash of red light seemed to flash across Beichuan's eyes like lightning, and his expression instantly became extremely serious.

"Field--" he roared in a low voice, and the sound was like thunder rolling over the court.

"Sunny Day March!"

With this loud shout, he stomped his left foot forward, causing the entire ground to tremble.

At the same time, the racket in his hand swung out fiercely like a black lightning.

"boom!!!"

The loud bang hurt the eardrums of the audience.

The air waves that were originally spinning wildly in the field, after this swing, were like a flood that broke through the dam, and immediately spread wildly in all directions.

The golden aura that originally had the upper hand began to gradually become disordered under this overwhelming impact.

The entire stadium seemed to be shrouded in a golden mist, making it difficult to see the situation clearly.

Until a crisp collision sound was heard again, "Bang!" An even more powerful golden turbulence instantly ravaged the entire venue.

In the midst of this chaos, a tennis ball shot out like a cannonball.

At this moment, it seemed as if the entire sky was shaken, and the clouds in the sky seemed to be forcibly dispersed by an invisible force.

Under the sunlight, the tennis ball was like a shining star. In the blink of an eye, it passed through the net and flew to the other side.

"Field~"

Kulalaga Tasta was enveloped by the golden airflow, and after seeing this scene, he couldn't help but sigh.

"It's getting more and more difficult!" He shook his head slightly, but his eyes revealed a hint of excitement and anticipation.

After he finished speaking, he slammed his feet against the ground and rushed towards the tennis ball like a cheetah.

In a flash, there was a sound of "swish..." and a golden lightning flashed by like a ghost, and Kulalaga Tasta appeared directly beside the path that the tennis ball must pass at an extremely fast speed.

He suddenly braked while running fast, leaving a deep mark on the ground.

Then, he swung the racket with one hand with great force, his movements were smooth and full of power.

"call!"

The racket was swung, creating a strong gust of wind.

“Shhh~!”

However, just as the distance between the racket and the tennis ball was getting closer and closer, an obviously powerful rotational force and thrust, like a surging tide, was transmitted to his arm more and more clearly.

This force was like an invisible rotating airflow, trying to forcefully shift the tennis racket he was holding to the side.

"Buzzing..."

Under the influence of this powerful force, the strings on the racket began to vibrate violently, making a heart-pounding sound.

"From the Golden Country—"

Yellow fire suddenly burst out from Kulalaga Tasta's eyes, dancing wildly like burning flames.

"Eternal punishment!"

He roared, and the racket, which was originally shining like gold, was suddenly covered with crazy flames that quickly spread.

Almost in an instant, the two were tightly intertwined and blended together, emitting a terrifying aura.