"Unbelievable. "

"The Lord General Amadeus was actually suppressed. "

"No, I remember that the skill of the master has reached 9 points, and with the strength that is not weak, as well as the superb foot speed, in the World Cup skills, it is completely indiscriminate, and the master will not play seriously?"

"Seriously, don't you see? Lord General Amadeus is still in a trance. "

"Irie Sotado, where is he sacred!!".

The entire Swiss team was going crazy, and many people looked crazy, and their eyes looked at Irie Kanta in disbelief.

Even....

Albert No. 3, Randy No. 4, Ranbir No. 5, and the top ten of the First Army.

The brain has a feeling that it is not reacting.

I don't even know what to do with the expression on my face.

A man who can technically suppress the main commander Amadeus.

It's the first time they've met!

Neon team, there are still such monsters.

Tarsta took a deep breath and said with an awe-inspiring face

Sure enough, he is not a simple character, but I didn't expect him to be so simple. "

He was able to surpass Amadeus in skill.

It's incredible.

Because even the other main players in the top four in the world.

I don't dare to say that I can win Amadeus in terms of skill.

Not to mention suppressing the other party.

But Irie Sota did it.

What the hell is going on with this neon U-17?

It's Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!!

The other side.

The Neon team was also surprised.

The ice-blue pupils that opened Fuji were filled with disbelief:

"The skills of Irie-senpai ... Isn't it up again!".

"I feel like it's a little bit stronger than it was yesterday. "

Yukimura said.

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

You can all see the shock in each other's eyes.

I couldn't help but gasp.

Yesterday's skill in entering the river was strong enough, but I didn't expect him to be stronger, it's really a monster.

But when it comes to the most complicated mood, it's still the Onijujiro who is no longer able to close his eyes and recuperate with all the people in the First Army, Shuji Tanejima.

This is the first time Tono and others have seen the strength of Irie Sota.

But even if I've heard it countless times.

They saw it with their own eyes.

I was still wrapped in a mood called horror.

This strength, this skill, is amazing, isn't it?

in the crowd.

Autumn garden red leaves remembered the past, and Irie was no different from him.

I couldn't help but feel bitter in my heart.

He's too clown, isn't he?

"Into the river. "

Taneshima showed a touch of helplessness on his face: "Sure enough, I still can't force your full strength!".

The ghost's eyes were open with a dull color.

And on the pitch.

Amadeus had almost regained his composure.

"Whew... Whew..."

He kept taking deep breaths.

Ultimately.

Adjust to the full force of playing in the professional league normally.

His eyes were sharp and serious, and a cold aura came out of his body.

He took the tennis ball from the hand of the caddy, who was shivering.

His eyes looked coldly at Irie Sotado.

Threw up the tennis ball.

He said

"I'll admit it, you're very skilled, and you're even better than me. "

"But...... Tennis isn't all about skill. "

"Dark !!

".

Bang.

Amadeus racket dunk.

Suddenly.

The crowd couldn't see the trajectory of the tennis ball at all.

But soon.

but they saw it all.

I couldn't help but stare at it.

"It's coming!".

In front of Irie, a huge dark ball appeared, turning like a millstone and impacting, giving people an unparalleled shock.

"It's... The darkness of Amadeus!".

Neon team, Tokugawa was a little surprised: "I heard that this move is the most ordinary dark of Amadeus, but it actually has a destructive power that is not inferior to light hitting!".

Taneshima's eyes sank: "His darkness is even higher than me, and while it has the effect of disappearing and then appearing, it also has the power to destroy the light of the ** courtyard!".

But.

The Neon crowd is not worried.

Even.

Still looking forward to it.

Irie will erupt into one of seamless, asura, Shinto, and other dimensions.

Suppression of Amadeus.

"Into the river... Come on!".

Tono, Kaji and the others stared wide-eyed in anticipation.

"Bang-".

But Irie didn't look at it, he waved his backhand at will, and the racket was like a grasshopper shaking a tree, which was ridiculous.

But the impact instantly.

Amadeus is huge dark.

Bang.

Directly exploded.

The whole stadium was filled with smoke and dust.

"What ?!!

".

The neon crowd was stunned.

The Swiss team is no different.

They were already expecting Irie's embarrassed expression under the ball.

But... But actually!

That's it.

"I didn't expect that. "

Amadeus' brow furrowed.

Deep under the eye.

There is a trace of jealousy that cannot be suppressed.

He has realized.

The strength of this opponent is not simple.

Just when he wanted to fight back.

Amadeus' eyes widened, "This... This, impossible!!".

"Poof-".

The smoke and dust were broken.

appeared in front of him.

It's exactly the same.

But even bigger dark shots.

The pressure of terror.

Instantly pressed on Amadeus's body.

Amadeus was even able to see.

Smoke, air, stones, everything.

It wasn't thrown out.

Rather, it blows away at the same time.

Scattered scattered, shattered shattered.

It's the same dark shot usage as he did.

But the power is even greater than his!!

Amadeus subconsciously swung his racket.

Boom!

The next moment.

His racket was blown off.

Wow.

Amadeus retreated.

Every step back.

will emit a huge vibration.

Apparently.

He was trying to hold himself steady.

And the smoke, gravel, and grass clippings stirred up by the war.

obscured his view.

But Amadeus still looked straight in one direction from the middle.

When everything flies away from you.

Only then did he see the ...... of his coat slowly fluttering

There are many songs in the river.

Amadeus was shocked by the strength of the other party.

For a moment, he was stunned in place, in a trance.

The footsteps were unsteady, and he knelt down on one knee with a fee.

But he stared at Irie with a lot of eyes.

The tone is extremely depressing:

"Who the hell is he? "

......

This doubt.

Accompanied by Amadeus in the ensuing battle.

He's now.

is playing with Irie to play a lot of dark bombardment.

"Ahhh!!h

Facing a huge dark shot from Irie Sota.

Amadeus roared.

Lean forward.

The gray racket in his hand was lightningly attached to the tennis ball.

Suddenly.

An astonishing current of air rushed in all directions like an arrow from the roots.

"Drink!".

In the incredible gaze of the Swiss team.

Amadeus shouted, wasting a lot of energy.

Only then did he hit the ball back with a lot of Irie.

Whew!

But there are many Irie songs.

But he jumped up like a demon god.

The racket slammed down towards the incoming tennis ball.

"Whew-".

A second of stagnation.

It's like a suction fan with full power.

Evacuate the air directly from all directions.

"Boom-".

And when the ball body is detached from the racket.

Amazing white air currents rushed out.

The next moment.

Huge dark.

It's like a star.

Slammed down at Amadeus' feet.

Boom.

The entire ground was smashed to pieces.

Large pits are formed.

Amadeus's whole body was swept away.

I don't know how many times it turned.

before falling under the wall.

Tread!

Entering the river and landing on the ground, the coat is raised high.

Black smoke and waves of air drifted past him.

Coupled with amazing momentum.

In addition, the posture of holding the racket is like lifting a knife.

There is a sense of déjà vu that came out of the sea of fire in the midst of war.

And the crowd became more sluggish as a result.

There are stunned, and there are shocked.

The referee's eyes were amazed:

"Game, Irie Sota, 0-2!".

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