binnovel Chapter 846: Confidence and Strength
Chapter 846: Confidence and Strength
Chapter 846: Confidence and Strength
What kind of look is that!
It is like a burning flame, full of endless passion and determination; it is also like a deep ocean, containing endless concentration and determination.
That look seemed to have a magical power that could penetrate layers of air obstructions, like a blazing laser, and reach the target ahead directly.
His eyes were like being attracted by a magnet, fixed tightly on the tiny tennis ball, refusing to let go for even a second.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, not missing any slight movement of the tennis ball, as if the whole world at this moment only had him and that tiny tennis ball.
There was a fearless light flashing in his eyes, which was the desire for challenge and the persistent pursuit of victory.
This light is like the brightest star in the night sky, so bright and dazzling that it cannot be ignored.
At this moment, his body was like a ignited powder keg, and instantly burst out with powerful force.
His muscles were tense, every fiber was screaming, and every drop of sweat was burning.
His racket was like lightning, and he pressed down with all his might at a speed faster than the blink of an eye. This pressure seemed to gather all the strength of his body, as if he wanted to inject all the energy in the world into this one strike.
In an instant, the racket and the tennis ball collided violently, making a deafening noise.
The loud noise was like a bolt from the blue, breaking the silent sky and seemed to overturn the entire venue.
It was like thunder, shaking the eardrums of everyone present and making people tremble.
The sound stirred in the air, forming invisible shock waves, like a powerful hurricane, sweeping across the entire venue.
The air around seemed to be torn apart by this force, making bursts of whistling.
This wonderful scene once again attracted the attention of all the audience like a magnet.
Their eyes were fixed on him on the field, afraid of missing any details.
At that moment, the whole world seemed to be quiet.
Everyone's eyes were drawn to the rapidly spinning tennis ball, as if it was the center of the universe, eclipsing everything else.
The audience's breathing became rapid, and they didn't even dare to blink, for fear of missing any moment.
Some spectators were so excited that they stood up, leaned forward, and unconsciously clenched their fists, as if they were also in the fierce confrontation.
Their faces were filled with tension and excitement, and every expression revealed their extreme concern about the outcome of the game.
The entire auditorium seemed to be shrouded by an invisible force, filled with a tense and exciting atmosphere.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment; people forgot everything around them and were completely immersed in this wonderful tennis match.
They were all praying silently in their hearts, hoping that the fast-spinning tennis ball would bring a surprising result.
On the spacious and lively tennis court, the sun shines down, creating patches of mottled light and shadows.
The cheers and discussions of the crowd intertwined, rising and falling like surging waves.
However, in this noisy ocean, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky - the tennis ball seemed to be endowed with endless energy and appeared in everyone's sight at an astonishing speed.
The tennis ball seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious force, speeding away at an unimaginable speed.
It was like lightning, rushing across the field and whizzing straight towards the corner.
The speed is so fast that it is jaw-dropping, as if it has transcended the limitations of time and space.
In the air, the tennis ball left an incredible trail.
The trajectory was like an invisible thread, so fast that people could hardly see its shape.
It left only a vague afterimage, like a ghost, flashing past people's eyes.
The audience stretched their necks, widened their eyes, and tried their best to capture every moment of it, but the speed of the tennis ball was so fast that it was impossible to keep up with its rhythm.
The moment the tennis ball touched the ground, the whole scene was shocked to the extreme.
The scene was like the end of the world, it was jaw-dropping.
It exploded like a small bomb, making a deafening "boom".
The sound was like muffled thunder rolling underground, and instantly exploded in the silent air, as if to tear the whole world apart.
The powerful impact caused the dust on the ground to be splashed high into the air, forming a diffuse dust cloud.
The dust fog was like a giant yellow python, circling and twisting in the air, shrouding everything around it in a haze.
The dust cloud was so thick that it was almost impossible to see the rest of the field through it.
Dust was flying, as if lifted by an invisible force, and some tiny grains of sand were thrown into the air like dancing elves.
They dance freely in the air, interweaving with the sunlight, forming a dreamlike picture.
Under the sunlight, the gravel sparkles with golden light, like bright stars inlaid in the vast sky.
At the same time, the dazzling light bursting out from the tennis ball was like a scorching sun suddenly rising in the night sky, emitting endless heat and light.
The light is so strong and so dazzling that it seems to illuminate the whole world.
It instantly enveloped the entire stadium, making the already bright stadium even more dazzling and almost impossible to look directly at.
The light was so dazzling that the trajectory of the tennis ball was completely hidden in it. The audience could only guess the direction of the ball in their hearts based on the blurry light and shadow.
Some spectators frowned, their eyes revealing a hint of nervousness and doubt, as if they were worried that the ball would go off course;
Some of the audience opened their mouths wide and exclaimed in amazement, obviously shocked by this magical scene;
Some spectators excitedly waved their flags, as if cheering for this magical scene, their faces filled with excitement and joy.
"This is not enough, it's too clear!" Echizen Ryoma thought to himself.
His dark green eyes revealed an extreme desire for higher challenges.
That deep gaze was like a burning flame, as if it could penetrate all obstacles and reach the core of the target.
His body leaned forward slightly, his feet firmly rooted in the ground, closely connected to the earth, as if he had become a part of the earth.
This stable posture allows him to burst out with amazing power at any time, like a volcano about to erupt, containing endless energy.
His hands were tightly gripping the tennis racket, his knuckles turning slightly white from the excessive force.
The tennis racket in his hand was like an indestructible weapon, waiting to unleash tremendous power at the critical moment.
Just as the ball bounced, Echizen Ryoma's figure was as fast and agile as a ghost shuttling through the dark night.
His body jumped lightly, as if breaking free from the constraints of gravity, and drew a graceful arc in the air.
This leap not only demonstrated his excellent physical fitness, but also his precise grasp of timing and exquisite control of space.
Every movement he made in the air seemed so natural and smooth, without any delay or hesitation, as if all this was a gorgeous performance he had rehearsed long ago.
His speed is as fast as lightning, it's jaw-dropping!
In the blink of an eye, he suddenly appeared in front of the tennis ball like a ghost.
His movements were smooth and natural, as if they had been rehearsed countless times, and every subtle movement was precise and accurate.
His hair fluttered freely in the wind, and the dark green hair shone with a unique luster in the sun, like a meteor across the night sky, adding a mysterious and charming aura to him.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, always fixed on the rapidly spinning tennis ball, not at all disturbed by the surrounding environment.
In his eyes, the only thing left in the world seemed to be the tennis ball and the fierce challenge that was about to come.
When he rushed to the front of the ball like a gust of wind, he squatted slightly and bent his knees at a perfect angle, as if he was an elegant dancer dancing gracefully, or a well-trained athlete making final preparations for a crucial shot.
His arm swung out as fast as lightning, and the tennis racket drew a sharp arc in the air, bringing up a whistling sound in the wind.
The sound of the wind was like a roar from deep in his heart, a reflection of his ardent desire and unremitting pursuit of victory.
His wrist trembled slightly, a seemingly unintentional movement, but it contained endless power.
This power surged and gathered in his body like a raging wave, and finally concentrated on the tennis racket like a volcanic eruption.
At this moment, time seemed to be frozen.
The entire stadium was so quiet that only the sound of heartbeats could be heard, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Ryoma Echizen as if attracted by a magnet.
He is the focus of the whole game and the key figure in deciding the outcome of the game.
On this spacious tennis court filled with a warm atmosphere, the sun shines through the thin clouds, casting patches of golden light.
These lights and shadows fell on Echizen Ryoma's body like pieces of gold, covering him with a layer of golden battle armor.
His steps were light and swift, like a nimble cheetah galloping on the grassland.
Every step you take is like stepping on a drum beat, making a crisp and rhythmic sound.
The sound seemed to contain a mysterious power, reminding people of the ancient war drums, whose every beat could arouse the fighting spirit of the soldiers.
Every step he took seemed like a race against time, and every step seemed like crossing the obstacles of space.
There seemed to be an invisible ripple on the ground, which spread outward with his steps, as if his footsteps could shake the entire world.
A gentle yet powerful breeze also blew around his body.
The breeze gently blew his hair and blew the corners of his clothes, as if cheering him on.
The breeze was like a gentle hand, softly caressing the black bangs on his forehead.
It was as if he was carefully carving a piece of art, making him look more casual, unrestrained and elegant.
At this moment, the expression on Echizen Ryoma's face was unusually calm, just like the calm surface of a lake, without the slightest ripple.
He seemed to be completely immersed in his own world, oblivious to all the noise and tension in the outside world.
However, beneath this seemingly calm appearance, there is a confidence that cannot be ignored.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, outlining a faint arc. Although the arc was tiny, it exuded an ultimate confidence and calmness.
This kind of calmness is not something that can be achieved through deliberate cultivation, but comes from the innate pride deep in his heart.
Under his straight nose, the lines of his lips were firm yet graceful, and that faint smile was like the brightest star in the night sky, shining brightly and illuminating the entire arena.
In his eyes, it seemed that everything in the world was under his control.
No matter every subtle movement of the opponent or every change in the atmosphere of the arena, they cannot escape his eagle-like sharp eyes and keen perception.
He raised his chin slightly, and his high posture made him look like a king who was dominating the world and overlooking his vast territory.
Every move he made seemed so confident and domineering, as if the whole world was under his control.
He scanned the entire audience with his sharp, hawk-like eyes.
The look revealed not only indifference, but also a hint of undisguised disdain.
In his eyes, the opponents in front of him were as insignificant as ants and could not be compared with him at all.
This sharp gaze, like an invisible sword, pierces straight into the hearts of every audience member.
The oppressive feeling it brought made people feel awe, and some viewers even lowered their heads unconsciously when they looked at him, not daring to meet his eyes.
He seemed to be announcing to everyone through this look: this game is just his stage, a place for him to fully display his strength.
Here he will display his skills to the fullest in the most gorgeous way, making everyone cheer and applaud for his wonderful performance.
Sure enough, after seeing this scene, all the spectators at the scene instantly ignited the emotions in the originally relatively quiet stadium.
The audience erupted in a deafening uproar as if they were a powder keg that had been lit.
The sound was like rolling thunder, echoing over the entire stadium for a long time.
Amid the thunderous noise, there were also some gasps of shock.
These sounds were short and sharp, as if they were the instinctive reactions from deep within people's hearts when they saw scenes beyond their imagination.
From time to time, low murmurs could be heard from the crowd, as if everyone was full of doubts about the scene before them.
Some spectators began to whisper to each other, discussing Echizen Ryoma's confident posture and powerful aura, trying to find some secret of success from him.