darknovel #159 - Neon team wins
#159 - Neon team wins
“Execution Technique No. 5: The Columbia Necktie!”
With a bizarre laugh, Atsukyo Tono swung his racket!
Target: Heller!
At the same time, Heller had just shifted his body, and as he looked up…
Mirror-like pupils were instantly reflected in Heyman's eyes.
“Mental Assassination!”
“Puh!”
Atsukyo Tono returned to the net, laughing eerily: “It’s… not over yet!”
The tennis ball bounced back as it hit Heller’s neck!
“Execution Technique No. 3: The Burial!”
Standing at the net, Atsukyo Tono leaped and slammed the tennis ball down with all his might!
With a loud boom, the tennis ball, like a cannonball, turned into afterimages as it shot towards the opposite court!
“Aaaaaah!”
A shrill scream echoed throughout the U-17 training camp in America.
“The Execution Techniques are stronger than before!”
Phoenix Byodoin said calmly.
Seiichi Yukimura chuckled, a hint of strange color flashing in his purple eyes.
On the court, Atsukyo Tono began to bombard the opponents!
“Execution Technique No. 4: The Pear of Anguish!”
Boom!
“Execution Technique No. 9: Dismemberment by Five Horses!”
Boom!
“Execution Technique: Seppuku!”
Boom!
“Execution Technique No. 2: Firing Squad!”
Boom!
“Die! Die! Die!”
Atsukyo Tono's tyrannical, sinister, and excited voice kept ringing out.
Tsukimitsu Ochi didn't make any moves, standing still and watching quietly.
His eyes were cold, staring at the other side.
Mental Assassination, and it was a full-powered Mental Assassination!
Heller's mind was directly and completely suppressed, even on the verge of collapse!
Finally!
The Heyman brothers, Heyman and Heller, fell to the ground!
Their bodies were constantly twitching, with bloodstains on their mouths and faces.
“Did you see that?! This is my Execution Technique! Hahahaha!!!”
Atsukyo Tono saw the Heyman brothers and laughed bizarrely.
“Heyman and Heller, those two damned bastards!”
“You’re courting death!”
“Damn it, I will never let you go!”
“Bastard!”
Andrew and the others looked as if they had eaten shit; their expressions were awful!
As for the other high school students in the American U-17 team, they all glared at Atsukyo Tono.
In their opinion, Atsukyo Tono was the culprit!
America's U-17 strongest doubles team, beaten like this while in the synchronized state!
They're finished!
Only the top few in the first string knew.
The reason for this result was all because of that one sentence from Yukimura.
Just make the serve a little slower!
And you can achieve this kind of effect!
Even allowing Atsukyo Tono to attack so smoothly.
At the same time, they also felt the terror of the Thirteen Execution Techniques!
“Seiichi Yukimura… that damned guy!!”
Andrew muttered, one word at a time.
The referee looked and directly announced: “Because the American team’s doubles cannot continue the match, therefore!
The Japanese team wins! The Japanese team scores 1 point!”
Looking at the Heyman brothers being carried away.
Everyone in the American U-17 team knew that their doubles team was finished.
Moreover, being beaten to this extent, it would basically be impossible to fully recover in the future!
“Solved two.”
Reinhardt thought inwardly, looking at the two brothers being carried away.
Reinhardt was expressionless, not showing a hint of apology.
“Sorry! The current U-17 is too chaotic! I have no choice but to do this!”
Reinhardt took a deep breath and instantly calmed down.
Next is Doubles One!
The Japanese team.
The first string members.
“This is our first time teaming up for doubles, isn’t it!”
Kazuya Irie looked at Duke Watanabe and said with a smile.
“Then please give me your guidance!”
Duke Watanabe smiled innocently.
Kazuya Irie smiled and said, “However, let’s focus on this mission first!”
“Then I’ll leave it to you, Duke Watanabe!”
“I’ll be in charge of support.”
Hearing this, Duke Watanabe smiled and said, “Then I’ll leave the backcourt to you!”
“No problem.”
Kazuya Irie pushed up his glasses that had no prescription.
Yukimura looked at Duke Watanabe and Kazuya Irie and smiled: “This combination makes me look forward to it a bit.”
“Irie and Duke Watanabe, this doubles team is indeed something to look forward to.”
Jujiro Onii nodded and said.
Power is Duke Watanabe's strength.
After all, Duke Watanabe used to be known as the King of Destruction!
As for Kazuya Irie.
The first string members understood in their hearts, and there was no need to say more.
At this time, on the other side.
In the American U-17 team.
“Bill! Pete!”
Slut growled with a gloomy face.
Bill and Pete.
Ranked No. 7 and No. 8 in the American U-17, and the two are good friends. Besides the Heyman twins, their doubles strength is also one of the best.
Bill said in a deep voice: “Don’t worry, Captain! I will teach the Japanese team a lesson!”
Obviously, the two of them saw the doubles match, and the anger in their hearts could not wait to vent!
And the object of venting is this Doubles One!
“Match start! One game to decide, the American team serves!”
The referee announced.
Kazuya Irie, Duke Watanabe, Bill, and Pete stood in their respective positions.
“Cripple them for me!”
“And in the next match, cripple all of them for me!”
Slut almost roared it out.
One of the main doubles players was crippled, which greatly reduced the American U-17's combat power.
Moreover, the World Cup is still in the group stage. Without enough people, how can they participate in the competition?
He is the current No. 1, and such a thing happened to the American U-17.
Anger!
Rage!
Slut was extremely angry now, gritting his teeth, his eyes turning red with anger.
A terrifying aura continued to emanate, making some high school students afraid to breathe.
“Damn it! Damn it! You really deserve to die!”
Slut's teeth were gnashing, glaring at the Japanese team.
“What an idiot!”
Reinhardt shook his head, seeing Slut's appearance.
“How did this kind of person become No. 1?”
Yukimura shook his head and smiled, looking at Slut.
Although this Slut is No. 1, Yukimura thought he was not as good as Reinhardt at all.
If compared with Phoenix Byodoin, the gap is not ordinary.
So how he became No. 1 made Yukimura a little concerned.
Suddenly, the entire stadium vibrated violently.
A huge dent appeared on the wall.
Kazuya Irie was lying on the ground, his racket even shattered.
Kazuya Irie's face became extremely horrified.
“No… no way!!”
Kazuya Irie widened his eyes, looking at Bill and Pete on the other side, with an unbelievable look.
Bill and Pete stared at Kazuya Irie, their eyes saying, “Trash!”
Bill said with a cold tone: “The next ball! It won't just hit the racket!
I will return the pain you caused Heyman and Heller to you twice over!”
“You're kidding, right!”
Kazuya Irie's body was trembling.