In the corner of the auditorium, a somewhat careless figure is watching the game. Although it looks unremarkable, when you get closer, you can feel the confidence and calmness emanating from his bones, as well as his convincing calmness and calmness.

Danding.

Watching Souji Hatada hit a ball, the man slightly adjusted the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing a casual but somewhat unfathomable smile.

"That kid is pretty good."

...

At this time, all the eyes of the audience fell on the figure on the field, the figure that was firmly imprisoned by the golden light.

At this time, Borg felt as if he was imprisoned in a transparent rock. The brilliant golden light was so cold and ruthless in his eyes, and what frightened him the most was not what he saw in front of him.

Golden light.

Borg knew deeply that Soji Hata’s killer move came from the sky!

From the blow that penetrated the sky.

The dark clouds that shrouded everything were torn apart and pierced by the moving bright divine golden light.

A huge sense of oppression came from the sky.

Borg's hole suddenly shrank, and deep in his hole, a sacred, vast, eternal, domineering, and powerful spear was reflected.

The golden light flowing and the sharp point of the gun is terrifying, but at the same time it carries the ruthlessness and domineering power to suppress everything.

He didn't dare to look directly, couldn't face him, couldn't dodge, and even the thought of escaping seemed to disappear without a trace under the threat of the spear that penetrated the sky.

This blow was like divine punishment.

Move! Move it!

!

Borg kept struggling, just like a drowning person. He kept struggling, but became more and more powerless, weaker, and more...desperate.

Because of Borg, the storm on the field exploded with its final power and energy, raging on the field desperately, shouting filial piety, and resisting, but it was like a rootless duckweed, vulnerable, like a sinner at the end of his rope.

, carrying out a final incompetent rage.

When Borg tried his best and found that he could not move the spear point even a bit, Borg understood.

"I see."

Borg suddenly stopped struggling. His eyes were tangled, suspicious, painful, and a little bit relieved. He looked at this blow from the sky with admiration.

"Is this your true strength?"

As the gun point got closer and closer, Borg suddenly felt that the huge pressure restraining his body suddenly disappeared. In other words, he was unable to struggle and could no longer feel the pressure.

He took one last look at the gun point that came to him and slowly closed his eyes.

"You won, Mr. Hatada."

Byodoin Phoenix's eyes were particularly fiery at this time. Looking at this strike from the sky, he felt that his soul was trembling, excited, and cheering like never before.

The person who will lead Neon forward in the future has already appeared!

In other words, we have reached the top.

"Become the number one in the world honestly, kid!"

Byodoin Phoenix said excitedly with a tone that was almost unsuppressible: "Win him for me!

!

"

“Boom!

!

"

The tip of the gun rubbed against the air, carrying powerful arrogance, piercing the darkness and igniting the whole place.

Under this invincible spearhead, Souji Hatada stood alone, with a majestic and calm posture, and a cold and arrogant expression.

And behind him, a mysterious figure could be vaguely seen.

Like the first god who created the world, he stared blankly at everything in front of him and began to write his own legend.

Chief Bantian said leisurely: "This is the way of heaven - the heaven moves all things."

As his voice fell, the shimmering tennis ball he hit at the beginning suddenly became brighter, and became faintly more dazzling than the light on the tip of the gun.

"Hang!"

The tip of the gun vibrated violently, as if he was excited, cheering, or declaring war, and the golden light flowing around his body became more powerful and dazzling.

The light on the tennis ball and the gun tip began to flicker, and finally seemed to have finally found resonance and became stable.

Then, it was like getting guidance.

The gun tip suddenly accelerated, shooting at Borg instantly at a speed that made everyone stunned and stunned!

"boom!

!

!”

One blow stirred up thousands of waves, and a huge roar was followed by a strange silence.

The storm subsided and the waves became calm.

Everything is calm, the scenery is beautiful, the sea and the sky are vast.

In the midst of the sea and sky, Souji Hatada stood there quietly with a smile on his face.

"This time, I won."

...

"Game, Souji Hatada, 7-5!"

“At the end of the game, the results of the three sets were 3-6, 6-3, 7-5. The Neon team won with a total score of three to two!

!”

The referee's excited voice echoed in the quiet stadium in Noda.

After a long time, like a fuse, the scene suddenly erupted into unprecedented thunderous applause.

"Heaven!"

"Heaven!"

"Heaven!"

The audience at the scene couldn't help but start shouting.

Heaven means heaven, bliss, God and gods.

And the performance of Hata Souji just now conquered the audience speechlessly. In addition, the beautiful scenery he used in the game seemed to be from another dimension, which made the audience subconsciously think of the legendary

In the Kingdom of Heaven, they spontaneously began to call out the new title of Mr. Bantian.

"Heaven?"

Soji Hata couldn't help but smile as he heard the title that kept echoing in his ears.

"Indeed, it's pretty good."

...

"I lost."

Borg woke up from his trance, listening to the roaring sound in his ears, it felt like he was in another world.

Once upon a time, such cheers were rang out for him.

But he thought this was just a matter of course, and now that he was no longer the protagonist in the cheers, he couldn't help but feel a bit of regret and envy.

What you don't get is always indulgence.

After calming down a little, Berg and Souji Hata walked slowly to the net.

Borg was the first to extend his hand.

"You are really strong, you are amazing."

Seeing Borg's generous look, Soji Hata smiled and held his hand.

"Thank you for the compliment, senior."

After shaking hands briefly, Borg seemed a little regretful and said with some unfinished content: "The next time we fight, I'm afraid it will be after you become a professional player. It's really unbearable to imagine."

Seeing what Borg said, Soji Hata chuckled and said, "It's okay, I'm still a student, and I definitely have more vacations than you, a professional player like me, senior."

"Of course, if senior is eliminated too early in the competition, I'm afraid he will have more time than me."

After hearing Souji Hatada's joke, Borg was stunned for a while, then he laughed in surprise and said, "What you say is really interesting."

First he smiled, and then he said with a serious face: "Soji Hata, hurry up and become a professional player. I look forward to the day when I can play against you again."

After hearing this, Chief Bantian immediately became more serious.

"me too."

After the two of them finished talking, they parted ways.

As Souji Hatada gradually walked into the rest area and saw the smiles on the faces of the Neon Team players in the rest area, he smiled from the bottom of his heart again, then stopped and raised his right hand high on the sidelines.

As if they had received a signal, the Neon Team players also spontaneously raised their right hands!
Chapter completed!