binnovel Chapter 832: Clone Fusion
Chapter 832: Clone Fusion
Chapter 832: Clone Fusion
At this moment, his arm muscles were as tight as steel due to excessive exertion.
He is trying his best to resist this overwhelming force.
At this extremely critical moment, Kikumaru Eiji knew that relying solely on the help brought by the fusion of one clone was far from enough to deal with the current dilemma.
A sense of determination surged up from deep within his heart, as firm and unshakable as the surging waves crashing against the rocks.
"Since one clone is not enough, let's use two!"
Kikumaru Eiji muttered to himself in his heart. His eyes seemed to be burning with blazing fire.
It burst out with a blazing and dazzling light, locking onto another clone in the distance.
The clone seemed to feel the strong call from its master, and its figure began to become blurred.
Gradually, it turned into a wisp of ethereal smoke, which looked like a lively fairy.
It floated lightly in the scorching air, slowly drifting towards the direction where Kikumaru Eiji was.
When the wisp of smoke touched Kikumaru Eiji's body, there was no obstruction or pause at all.
Just like a drop of water merging into the sea, naturally and perfectly.
In an instant, Kikumaru Eiji clearly felt a new force.
Even more majestic and powerful force continuously poured into his body like a tide.
This force was like a wild horse running wildly, quickly spreading throughout his limbs and bones.
Every blood vessel trembled slightly due to the surge of this power, and every muscle became tense due to its infusion.
Finally, all the strength was gathered in his arms, filling his arms with explosive energy.
Kikumaru Eiji exerted force without hesitation and swung his arm forward with all his strength.
The huge rotational force that was originally almost irresistible was miraculously absorbed into his body at this moment.
And it turned into a powerful driving force for counterattack.
Suddenly, a deafening sound of breaking through the air was heard, and Kikumaru Eiji's arm was like a red lightning that cut through the night sky.
It crossed the air at lightning speed.
At the same time, the racket in his hand was flying away accompanied by the whistling wind.
The racket carried with it an overwhelming and terrifying momentum, like a ferocious beast with its bloody mouth opened wide.
He fiercely pounced on the tennis ball that was flying at high speed. This attack was earth-shattering and extremely powerful!
In the blink of an eye, the tennis ball collided violently with the racket.
For a moment, the entire stadium seemed to be swept by an earth-shattering storm.
The shock wave caused by this ultimate goal was like a violent tornado, sweeping through with devastating force.
The entire stadium was engulfed in astonishment. The audience was all dumbfounded, deeply shocked by this thrilling scene.
The tennis ball was like a flash of lightning across the sky, sweeping across the sky wherever it passed.
The air was torn apart in an instant like fragile paper, making an extremely sharp and piercing whistling sound.
Chitose Chisato was completely stunned, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move, and his eyes were wide open.
There was an expression of disbelief in his eyes.
Just as the tennis ball flew past him like a meteor, he felt an extremely powerful gust of wind rushing towards him like an invisible sharp blade.
The wind blade was so sharp that it scraped the exposed skin on his arm.
It brings waves of burning pain.
In an instant, faint red marks appeared on his arms, like the marks left by a tiny whip.
There was only a loud bang.
The tennis ball hit the ground with the force of thunder, then bounced high like a cannonball and flew straight out of bounds.
"Eiji Kikumaru, Eiji Kikumaru score, the score is 15:0!"
The referee's passionate and high-pitched voice resounded throughout the stadium through the loudspeaker, echoing continuously in the suffocatingly hot air.
After countless arduous efforts and struggles.
Kikumaru finally succeeded in using his unique clone fusion technique to win a valuable point.
At this moment, the huge stadium seemed to be cast under some mysterious and powerful spell, and suddenly became silent.
It was strangely quiet. So quiet that even the gentle rustling of the grass in the breeze could be heard clearly.
All the audience and contestants felt as if they were under a spell and their acupoints were pressed.
Everyone stared at Kikumaru Eiji in the center of the venue with their mouths wide open, with nothing but deep shock in their eyes.
There is no room for any other emotions.
At this moment, Tezuka Kunimitsu, Yukimura Seiichi, Sanada Genichirō, Fuji Shusuke and others who were originally calm on the sidelines.
The calm expression on his face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a look of astonishment!
They opened their eyes wide, their gazes fixed on the figures fighting fiercely in the field, with an expression of disbelief in their eyes.
You know, just having the ability to clone yourself is enough to make people astonished.
However, the scene before their eyes was far beyond everyone's imagination——
Those clones can not only merge with each other, but also greatly enhance their own counterattack capabilities!
Such incredible ability has completely broken their conventional understanding of tennis skills and tactics.
For a moment, the whole audience was silent, and everyone was frantically thinking about the same question:
Could the art of clones be used to such an astonishing degree?
Is this something that really happened, or is it just an absurd dream?
"I... why do I feel like I'm dreaming..."
Finally, one of the audience members could no longer suppress his inner shock and couldn't help murmuring.
His voice was trembling slightly, filled with deep confusion and endless amazement.
His companion standing next to him was equally dumbfounded, with his mouth wide open.
As if an egg could be easily stuffed in there.
After a long while, the companion came back to his senses and nodded hurriedly, "Yes, this clone can actually do this, it's really terrifying!"
At the same time, another audience member was so excited that he could hardly control himself and even spoke incoherently.
He waved his hands desperately.
It seemed that he wanted to vent the shock that surged like a tidal wave in his heart through this method: "This is basically the creation of a brand new system! Who would have thought that Kikumaru could reach such a pinnacle!"
"This this……"
The junior high school students of the Sakura team stared at the development of the situation on the field in amazement.
Their faces instantly turned as pale as paper, completely bloodless, as if all the blood in their bodies had been drained away by some invisible force.
At this moment, they were sitting listlessly on the bench, their bodies leaning limply against the backs of their chairs.
He stared at the fierce competition in front of him with dull and empty eyes, and his heart was already filled with despair.
In previous singles matches, several players including Kunimitsu Tezuka demonstrated amazing strength.
It was like an insurmountable mountain, suppressing Sakura Junior High School.
Every shot and every return was delivered with unparalleled power and skill.
The Sakura team members had no way to fight back and could only watch the score gap widen.
When it came to the doubles match, I thought the situation would improve.
However, they did not expect that the tacit cooperation between Jackal Kuwabara and Marui Bunta would make them feel extremely difficult.
The seamless cooperation between the two and their precise tactical execution made the Sakura team's defense ineffective and they could not find any chance of breakthrough.
What's worse is that at this moment, the duo of Kikumaru and Oishi appeared on the scene!
As soon as they came on the court, they attracted everyone's attention. Their flexible and changeable playing style, ingenious cooperation,
It was a visual feast. Facing such a powerful and innovative opponent, the members of the Sakura team felt as if they were trapped in a bottomless abyss, and no matter how hard they struggled, they could not escape the fate of failure.
At this moment, these young team members couldn't help but feel a deep despair in their hearts.
They began to realize that the German team not only had top players in singles, but also had many talented players in doubles.
In this way, the German team will undoubtedly continue to dominate future tennis tournaments and become a hegemon that is difficult for other teams to shake.
Thinking of this, they can't help but ask themselves painfully: Do we have to struggle for several more years under the shadow of the German team? This feeling of being suppressed for a long time is really too uncomfortable.
Just when everyone was feeling depressed.
On the other side, Borg, who had always been exceptionally calm and composed on the German team, couldn't help but nod slightly.
He was seen standing quietly on the sidelines, wearing a neat and clean sportswear, under the scorching sun.
A few tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
However, these beads of sweat did not affect his focused expression as he watched the game.
His deep eyes were fixed on every move on the court, and a hint of imperceptible admiration flashed in his eyes from time to time.
Finally, he slowly said: "This little guy is really interesting."
Although it was just a brief sentence, from his serious expression and earnest tone, we can tell that he spoke very highly of the contestant's performance.
boom--!
boom--!
boom--!
The crisp and rhythmic sound of the bouncing tennis balls, like a war drum, once again sounded passionately on the court.
Shuichiro Oishi held the tennis racket tightly in both hands, as if pouring all his strength into it.
He slammed the bottom of the racket hard on the ground, accompanied by a dull thud, as if the earth was shaking.
At this moment, Oishi's eyes were like a burning torch, staring firmly at Irie Kanata opposite him.
That look not only revealed an unyielding confidence, but also an aura of dominance that could not be ignored, as if he had already taken control of the entire situation in the arena.
"That's great. I can also serve. I wonder if you can return the ball."
Dashi's voice was deep and powerful, like bursts of thunder coming from deep in his chest, echoing continuously in the empty stadium.
Every word in this speech was like a bombshell, instantly igniting the enthusiasm of the audience.
The huge billboards beside the stadium swayed gently in the breeze.
They reflected the dazzling sunlight, and the light flickered, as if they were also infected by this exciting game and trembled involuntarily.
After hearing what Oishi said, the players from the Sakura team, the German team, and the Swiss team all showed puzzled expressions on their faces.
They were either whispering to each other or frowning in thought, as if they were racking their brains to decipher the deeper meaning behind Oishi's words.
At this moment, Niou Masaharu slightly narrowed his narrow eyes.
A cunning gleam flashed across his fox-like eyes.
Obviously, with his keen insight and accurate grasp of the game situation, he had instantly understood the mystery behind Oishi's words.
Then, a meaningful smile slowly emerged on Inui Sadaharu's face, which usually appeared calm and composed.
He just murmured softly, "It seems that Dashi's move has been successfully performed."
At this moment, Inui Sadaharu was sitting quietly on the bench, holding a notebook tightly in his hand, on which were densely recorded all kinds of complicated data from the game.
At this time, Inui Sadaharu gently closed the notebook in his hand and turned his gaze to the court.
As time went by, the smile that already existed at the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.
All I heard was a "Shua!" sound.
On the court, Hideichiro Oishi was like a shining meteor, throwing the tennis ball high into the air.
At this moment, the extremely strong sunlight shone directly on the tennis ball.
The surface of the tennis ball suddenly reflected an extremely bright light, so bright that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.
Oishi Shuichiro bent his knees slightly, and he looked like a bird about to spread its wings and fly high.
Like a nimble eagle soaring into the sky.
It seemed as if his body contained endless power, waiting for the right moment to burst out.
Immediately afterwards, Kikumaru Eiji began to swing the arm holding the racket slowly.
His movements were graceful, smooth and natural, as if he was performing a solemn and sacred ceremony.
Just as the tennis ball began to fall, Kikumaru Eiji suddenly swung his racket down.
Its speed was so fast that it was like a sharp lightning that cuts through the dark night sky.
In an instant, the racket and the tennis ball rubbed against each other violently, making an extremely loud and harsh sound.