Chapter One Hundred and Seventieth The Sharp Amuro Jin
"Broken clothes?!"
An Shijin also had a little more smile on her face.
Looking at the other person's appearance, I have been immersed in this way for some time.
From the clothes that were completely torn apart, it can be seen that Linstrom is no longer in the realm of wearing clothes for the first time.
One effort can bring down ten levels.
Sometimes absolute power may not make you unable to defeat your opponent.
Now that the opponent has already taken action, An Shijin no longer holds back.
In an instant, a bright light shone out.
Compared to the restrained and seamless brilliance of Asura Shinto, it is most eye-catching.
The dazzling light that shot straight into people's hearts shocked everyone in the Swedish team.
Coach Hawke in the stands was even more shocked.
"The light of reserve?!"
Now Hawke was really shocked by An Shijin's strength.
Dark hitting plus reserved light.
This thing is not an exaggeration even if it is placed on a professional player.
Now all of them appeared on the body of a junior high school student.
Such players are enough to serve as the captains of many national teams.
On the field.
Alarm bells rang in Lindstrom's mind.
Although he didn't know what the reserved light was, he could feel the terrifying aura like the abyss.
The strength of the breath largely represents the strength of a player.
This couldn't help but make Linstrom's heart tense.
However, his pride and self-esteem as the captain of the Swedish team soon dispelled the nervousness in his heart.
No matter how powerful An Shijin is, he can't retreat here.
"Come on, let's give it a try!"
Linstrom shouted loudly and then waved the racket in his hand.
Peng!
This ball blasted off air waves that were visible to the naked eye, and the swirling airflow that advanced layer by layer fully demonstrated what real power was.
Kimijima Ikuto and others were also shocked. Even in the training camp, only a few people could surpass this level of power.
"Great destruction!"
There was a hint of coldness in An Shijin's eyes.
The most powerful super half volley blasted out a brilliant white light.
The blazing brilliance even blocked the sun's rays.
At this moment An Shijin could say that sentence loudly.
"I! I am the sun!"
Boom~~
This blazing ball of light penetrated Linstrum's half and hit the wall behind Linstrum.
In an instant, an explosion-like roar echoed throughout the venue, and thick smoke billowed high.
Mist-like dust and smoke immediately enveloped Lindstrom's half.
"General!"
Everyone in the Swedish team was shocked and looked at the field worriedly.
This level of devastation made them understand that this game had begun to slide into an area that they could not bear.
The smoke quickly dissipated, and Lindstrom's figure was revealed.
Everyone in the Swedish team finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that their leader was not injured.
But what they didn't know was how anxious Linstrom was in his heart at this moment.
Linstrom's face was gloomy, he was actually afraid of the ball just now.
That's right, the terrible shock and mental oppression caused by An Shijin's annihilation just now made Linstem hesitate for a moment.
Hesitant to intercept such a terrible goal.
Fighting opportunities are fleeting, and hesitation will lead to defeat.
So a moment's hesitation caused Lindstrom to lose the opportunity to hit back the ball.
Linstrom turned his head and glanced behind him, and was quickly shocked by the power of this ball.
The ball directly opened a hole in the thick wall.
The ball was firmly stuck on the wall, and cracks were as dense as a spider web around the ball.
The gravel falls from time to time, which looks very tragic.
No matter how confident Linstrom was in his own strength, he now had little confidence.
He didn't know what would have happened if he hadn't hesitated just now.
With a strange mood in mind, Lindstrom stepped onto the serving line.
Peng!
The flat serve perfectly brought out Lindstrom's power.
The combination of strength and speed makes the power of this ball very amazing, and the slight side spin makes it even more weird.
Although Lindstrom is not good at serving, the flat serve he hits in his current state is enough to defeat ordinary players.
The speed of this ball was so fast that even An Shijin could only stop it by putting one foot on the outside of the court.
The powerful backhand stroke created a straight curve, but Lindstrom arrived at the landing point of the tennis ball in advance as if he had no idea.
"A Midsummer Night's Dream!"
This round it was Lindstrom's turn to make a move.
A dazzling white light instantly obscured everyone's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, the sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground was heard in the area opposite to An Shijin.
"Game, Sweden team, 15:30."
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"It appears! It's the General's Midsummer Night's Dream!"
Wilkins shouted excitedly.
Midsummer is a very important holiday for every Swede.
It is a day for every Swede to enjoy and soak up the sunshine.
During this time of year, Sweden's sunshine hours are extremely long, and accordingly their nights are also very short.
Lindstrom's Midsummer Night's Dream means the dream that only appears during that short night.
"interesting."
An Shijin smiled slightly, as expected the world is so wonderful.
The opponent's previous shot actually deceived him.
It's really amazing.
That white light means sunshine, and the real tennis ball is hidden in the night after the sunshine.
I didn't expect that the seemingly rugged Lindstrom could actually have such tricks.
...
Peng!
Peng!
"A Midsummer Night's Dream!"
There is another dazzling white light, which cannot be blocked even in the daytime when the sun is shining brightly.
An Shijin closed her eyes.
Facing this ball, vision is of no use anymore.
The blinding white light of A Midsummer Night's Dream renders vision completely useless.
Even if you force your eyes open to look for the tennis ball, it will only make your eyes shed tears.
winter!
There was another sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground.
After the light dissipated, An Shijin slowly opened his eyes.
"Interesting, really interesting."
He didn't feel the shadow of tennis just now.
Lindstrom used his mental power to hide the aura of tennis.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on An Shijin's face. This kind of competition is really enjoyable.
...
Peng!
Peng!
"A Midsummer Night's Dream!"
winter!
"The Swedish team scored in this game, and the score was 1:0."
"Both sides change sides."
The first game came to an end soon.
Who would have thought that Linstrom, who was in a state of bursting clothes, would eventually win his serve with such a move.
"madness."
Kimijima Ikuto chuckled, and he could only give this evaluation to Linström.
As a strong player, he plans to compete with Amuro Jin in terms of skills and mental strength. This is not stupid.
Kimijima Ikuto believes that Anshijin will soon figure out Linström's Midsummer Night's Dream, and what awaits Linström is an avalanche of defeat.
In fact, Linstem was still shocked by An Shijin's previous devastating blow.
In his mind, he subconsciously avoided the option of confronting An Shijin head-on.
However, Lindstrom had also calmed down during the change of field, and he also realized the problem.
A Midsummer Night's Dream can be used as a magic trick, but it will soon lose its effectiveness if used frequently.
If he wanted to win, he would eventually have to go head-to-head with An Shijin.
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After switching courts, it was Amurojin's turn to serve.
Since the opponent has already taken action, An Shijin will naturally not lag behind.
At this moment, if you use Lindstrom as your whetstone, you can master that move.
An Shijin held the tennis ball in his hand.
In an instant, golden light overflowed from between his fingers, and then the light became more intense.
Until a bright golden light shone with An Shijin as the center, everything around him seemed to become dark in an instant.
"This is!"
Kimijima Ikuto and others all widened their eyes, they had seen this scene before.
"This is the boss's light shot!"
Tohno Atsukyo also suppressed the laughter on his face at this moment, and the executioner showed the concentration he only had when executing people.
The young man in front of me is really surprising.
Coach Hawke in the stands was even more numb.
Dark ball, reserved light.
Now comes another light shot.
He really didn't know what else in the world could be rare for the junior high school student from the Neon Team in front of him.
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"Ding! Emotion points from Kimijima Ikuto +3487."
"Ding! Emotion points from Tono Atsukyo +3962."
"Ding!......"
A notification sound also sounded in An Shijin's ears.
Different from the previous Dark Shot and Reserved Light.
This was the first time that his light ball appeared in front of everyone in the first army.
Therefore, the emotional fluctuations brought to the entire army are severe.
Especially the appearance of the light ball reminded everyone in the First Army of Byodoin.
Many of them wanted to know what the Byodoin's expression would be like after seeing Anshi Jin's light hitting the ball.
An Shijin was smiling. This was the first time he put the ball on the table.
He is not afraid of anyone if he is brighter than Guanghui.
Light hitting!
Peng!
As a thunderous sound of hitting the ball was heard, the golden ball of light like the sun crashed down in the direction of Linström at an extremely fast speed.
The surging air waves instantly blew away the cloth strips around Linstrum's waist and abdomen. Linstrum, who was naked from the waist up, felt that his upper body was constantly being attacked by wind blades.
The ball of light hit the ground, and the ground seemed to be shaking.
Immediately afterwards, a terrible mental oppression struck Linström.
However, the more oppression there is, the more it will arouse Lindstrom's desire to resist. As the No. 1 player in the Swedish team, he also has his own pride.
"Go back!"
Linström's hand the size of a leaf fan held the racket and swept forward.
The moment the tennis ball and racket collide, the airflow around them becomes even more violent.
However, the ball was eventually knocked back by Lindstrom.
"He actually fought back! He is indeed the leader of the Swedish team."
Kimijima Ikuto also shook his head after seeing this.
No matter how much you resist, it's useless.
He still remembered An Shijin's angel from another dimension with wings on his back.
An Shijin hasn't even used the power of Asura Shinto yet. This is not An Shijin's full strength at all.
On the field.
An Shijin stepped forward quickly and stabilized his body with a sliding step.
Then he held his left hand out of thin air, and another round of "scorching sun" slowly rose in his hand.
After mastering the method of using Qi, An Shijin realized by analogy how to infuse his spiritual will into Qi.
He is already infinitely close to the second stage of light hitting and dark hitting.
Peng!
Smoke and dust were everywhere in the field, and the terrifying airflow caused by the light ball directly rolled up all the dust on the ground.
Soon the stadium was enveloped in smoke and dust.
The two cyclones were divided into two halves, one on the left and one on the right. Everyone could only vaguely see the two figures in the mist and hear the constant sound of hitting the ball.
...
Peng!
Peng!
"Game, Neon Team, 15:0."
...
Peng!
Peng!
"Game, Neon Team, 30:0."
...
Peng!
Peng!
"Game, Neon Team, 40:0."
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"This guy! This guy!"
Linström's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his face.
He could clearly feel that each opponent's light shot was heavier than the last, the pressure was more terrifying, and the light was more brilliant.
This is practicing on yourself!
Simply unforgivable.
The toes of Lindstrom's right foot touched the ground, and his left foot pressed against the ground to gain momentum.
The moment the dazzling ball of light flew towards him, his right foot suddenly moved forward.
Roar~
Linstrom sprinted forward like a wild beast out of its cage, and the terrifying impact even dispersed some of the surrounding smoke and dust.
Peng!
The brilliance of the light ball was cut off in an instant. This sprinting volley was filled with all Linstrem's strength and concentration.
Whoosh!
A strong gust of wind passed by An Shijin's side, and then there was an explosive roar behind An Shijin.
The ball left a deep mark directly on the ground.
"Game, Sweden, 15:40."
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"Huchi...huchi..."
The dust and smoke dispersed, and everyone could see the true appearance of the scene.
Linstrom was breathing heavily, and the shot just now was a big drain on him.
Linstrom now looks like an enraged beast, and his strong torso reveals the power of wildness.
"Ha...what a powerful sprint volley."
Amuro Jin smiled faintly, he saw the ball just now clearly.
The volley ball is inherently fast, accurate and ruthless, and Lindstrom added a forward thrust to it.
This greatly increases the power and speed of this ball.
But again, this goal cost Linstrom a lot.
...
Peng!
Peng!
"The score was scored by the Neon team in this game, and the score was 1:1."
...
Peng!
Peng!
"The Swedish team scored in this game, and the score was 2:1."
...
Peng!
Peng!
"The score was scored by the Neon team in this round, with a score of 2:2."
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Although he was very dissatisfied with An Shijin's behavior of using him as a whetstone, Linstrom was helpless in the end.
He can only attack during his own serving round.
In Amurojin's round, Linstrom could only passively withstand the pressure from the light ball.
As An Shijin became more and more proficient in mastering the light ball, Linstrem's mental oppression became more and more severe.
It was not so easy to hit back the light ball that was infused with Amuro Jin's own aura.
Even Linstrom, who was fully clothed, felt somewhat strenuous.
"What a hateful guy!"
Linstrem had a very bad impression of An Shijin. This guy actually dared to practice with him!
Whoa!
The small yellow ball was thrown by Lindstrom.
Linström, with the fire of ignorance burning in his heart, leaped forward and clasped his arms heavily.
The muscular arms poured all their strength into the ball.
An Shijin had already figured out Linstrem's strength.
This is a player with almost no obvious shortcomings. Whether it is strength, speed, skills, endurance or mental strength, he has reached a world-class level.
And his strength is particularly outstanding. In the entire training camp, only Byodoin, Oni Jujiro, and Duke Watanabe can overwhelm him.
But other than that, he didn't master many world-class skills. He only had one trick, A Midsummer Night's Dream, which he had already seen through.
This is also the reason why An Shijin dares to use the other party as his whetstone.
Making decisions and then taking action has always been An Shijin's strategic policy against the enemy.
But now An Shijin is no longer ready to fight with his opponent, and he has almost mastered the light ball.
The rest is no longer something Lindstrom can help him with.
Whether it is light hitting or dark hitting, the most important thing to achieve the second stage is to perfectly integrate your own spiritual will into it.
For example, the will of Byodoin to destroy everything, and the will of Amadis to assassinate everything.
The first stage of light hitting and dark hitting focuses on breath, while the second stage focuses on mental will.
This is consistent with the path of Asura Shinto, different dimensions and other paths.
After all, different paths lead to the same goal, and what you need to master if you want to step into the ultimate realm will probably not be too different.
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"Damn it! Damn it!"
Linstrem kept roaring in his heart.
It can be seen that he is a little impatient now.
Being unable to get rid of An Shijin's entanglement made him feel a little helpless.
"You're distracted. This is not a good habit."
An Shijin's voice came faintly, and Linstrom raised his head.
A beam of aurora hangs from mid-air.
An Shijin's volley directly killed Linstrom's footsteps.
winter!
"Game, Neon Team, 40:40."
The competition in this game is extremely fierce. Currently, both sides are only one goal away from winning this game.
Everyone in the Swedish team is particularly worried about this.
Once Lindstrom loses his serve first, the game is likely to fall to the Neon team.
"Calm down, I must calm down!"
Lindstrom kept forcing himself to calm down in his heart.
He knew that at this time, he couldn't let his concentration languish.
After taking a few deep breaths, Linstrom was about to take out the tennis ball from his pocket.
But his body suddenly became extremely heavy.
Even the simple act of taking out a tennis ball from his pocket took Lindstrom a long time.
"My body! My body!"
Linstrom looked at his hands blankly, and suddenly the sweat dripping from his forehead fell on his palms and splashed a trace of water.
Linstrem's eyes widened. Is this his own sweat?!
You must know that on weekdays, he can fight fiercely for three sets and still have plenty of energy.
what is it today!
Suddenly Linstrom thought of Westland from before.
Mental assassination?!
"It's you! You are also a spiritual player!"
Linstrom looked at Jindao Anshi with disbelief.
Mental players are not as simple as having outstanding mental power.
There are many players with outstanding mental power, but very few players know how to use this mental power.
Linstrom's words immediately caused an uproar.
Although mental players are rare, most of them are synonymous with being strong, and the Swedish team players know this very well.
And then they discovered that the amount of sweat on their general's body was somewhat unusual.
At the moment, not even a set of the game is over. In a game of this level, no matter how exhausted Linström is, it is impossible for him to sweat this much.
Westlander feels the same way.
He was like this at that time. When the pressure in his heart broke the dam, he couldn't stop sweating.
Coach Hawke in the stands was already numb.
Now any characteristics in An Shijin's body will not cause his reaction.
In Coach Hawk's opinion, An Shijin is even more terrifying than the young god king of the Greek team.
In the neon team.
"Ochi, how does Amuro's move compare with your mental assassination?"
Kimijima Ikuto asked the question he wanted to know most.
"It's not on the same level at all. He's much stronger than me."
Yuezhi Yueguang said coldly.
"What a monster!"
Tono Atsukyo spoke what everyone felt.
And An Shijin's ear sounded again.
Today is destined to be a fruitful day.
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"This player, please serve quickly."
The referee doesn't care whether it's mental or not, he only knows that if he doesn't serve, the point will be awarded to Amuro Jin.
"Okay...Okay, sorry, sorry."
Linstrom apologized quickly, and then his chest and abdomen kept shrinking and turning.
Peng!
This shot was obviously much softer than Lindstrom's previous heavy shots.
No matter how hard he tries, he can't change the status quo.
An Shijin's trial has been effective, and the perfect combination of it and the devouring of mental power is even more powerful.
Whoosh!
Running like the wind, An Shijin's speed has reached a world-class level thanks to the seamless blessing.
Peng!
The half-volley flew directly past. Even if this ball did not use the sword-drawing annihilation, it was not something that Linstrom could keep up with now.
Linstrom moved forward with difficulty, as if there was a huge weight on his back.
But no matter how hard he tried, he could only watch the ball pass in front of him.
For traditional players like Lindstrom, the most annoying thing is mental players.
Now he is the prey caught in the hunting net. The more he struggles, the tighter the hunting net is.
"General..."
It was the first time for Wilkinson and others to see Linstrom in such a miserable state.
They knew the game was over.
Lindstrom is still persisting only because of the team uniform and the badge on his shoulder.
At the end of the road, this is the best portrayal of Lindstrom right now.
For him, this game is already over.
If it weren't for the fact that he was burdened with the honor and responsibility of his country, Linström would no longer persist.
A few minutes later.
With An Shijin's big hit, the game finally came to an end.
"At the end of the game, Neon Team An Shijin won, with a score of 6:2."