bookrebus Chapter 728: The Ultimate 7 Kills at Full Power, Reinhardt's Resistance
Chapter 728: The Ultimate 7 Kills at Full Power, Reinhardt's Resistance
The next moment.
Beichuan stood in the center of the court, sweat slid across his Adam's apple and into his wet collar, leaving dark stains below his collarbone.
His slightly drooped eyelashes cast a shadow, but could not hide the deep dark currents surging in his eyes, like the sea before a storm.
There was a sharp "swish" sound, like a sharp blade cutting through the sticky air.
Immediately afterwards, a suffocating aura suddenly erupted from Beichuan's body.
The aura was filled with the scent of burning aged pine resin, like the sudden arrival of darkness, swallowing up the world.
The aura centered on him quickly spread to the entire stadium like a black wave.
The originally bright sunlight dimmed under the impact of the aura, and the light seemed to be absorbed by an invisible force, and the stadium fell into a strange darkness.
An oppressive chill filled the air, and time seemed to stand still.
The next moment, Beichuan suddenly opened his eyes.
At that moment, it seemed as if two rays of bright starlight shot out from his eyes, flashing with ethereal brilliance.
The depths of his pupils seemed to contain countless stars, or like endless void, making people dare not look directly at them.
His eyes swept across the audience, causing many to shudder involuntarily and their hearts to skip a beat - someone noticed that the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye flickered in the shadows, like a lonely star about to fall.
"Seven kills!"
Beichuan's deep and powerful voice echoed in the air.
The voice was like the whisper of a god in the distant sky, or the judgment of Hades in the abyss of hell, with a terrifying majesty and solemnity.
Every word is like a heavy hammer hitting the heart, which is shocking.
The fluorescent light of the electronic scoreboard on the sidelines flickered slightly under his voice, as if it was also trembling under the pressure.
With this shout, the calm stadium suddenly became turbulent.
The air seemed to be stirred wildly by an invisible giant hand, forming a huge vortex and making a "whooshing" sound.
The wind was mixed with fine dust, which gleamed in the sunlight, mixed with a few grass seeds, and was blown into the air and then fell to the ground.
Just behind Ralph Reinhardt, a "gate" made up of seven torii gates suddenly appeared.
The Torii gate has a simple and mysterious shape, exuding an ancient and vicissitudes of life atmosphere.
Each torii gate has a different color, as if representing a different mysterious power:
The greedy blue is like a deep ocean, with a cold light in the twilight;
The pink of jealousy has a strange aura, like a crushed neon tube;
The red of gluttony is as bright as blood, flowing like a living thing in the darkness;
The lazy dark green is dull and depressing, like the rotten leaves at the bottom of the rainforest that never see the light of day;
The arrogant yellow is bright and dazzling, with a cold metallic luster on the edges;
The purple of lust is mysterious and alluring, like an organ soaked in potion;
The furious light green carries a terrifying rage, and the veins in the leaves seem to be flowing with magma.
The seven colors of light intertwined and collided, casting strange light and shadows on the stands, forming a gorgeous and strange picture that stunned everyone present.
Their breathing was rapid and their heartbeats were quickening, as if they were not facing a tennis match but a war from ancient mythology.
Someone accidentally knocked over the iced soda under the seat, and the "sizzling" sound of bubbles was particularly harsh in the silence.
yah~
With a series of subtle and sharp sounds, all seven gates of the Torii gate slowly opened.
From the deep portal, bursts of aura as powerful as that of a prison emanated.
This smell carries the taste of antiquity and vicissitudes, mixed with the sweet smell of rust and mold, as if it has gone through endless years, and carries the eerie horror of hell.
The next moment, figures slowly walked out of the portal.
The seven statues of gods from other dimensions, namely [Night Raid], [Tomb Guardian], [Tianba], [Immortal], [Abyss], [Endless], and [Underworld], all appeared.
At this time, Beichuan moved as fast as lightning.
He suddenly threw the tennis ball high, and the ball drew a beautiful and short arc in the air, like a meteor across the sky.
Then, Kitagawa gripped the racket tightly with both hands and made a sword-drawing and slashing move with a fierce posture.
His body was as tense as a fully drawn bow, every muscle glowing bronze in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the brand logo on his sports shorts was soaked with sweat and wrinkled.
Sweat slid down his forehead, dripping onto the ground, splashing a small cloud of dust.
His eyes were fixed on the tennis ball about to fall from the air, his gaze focused and determined, revealing his immense confidence in this shot.
The faint sound of church bells can be heard in the distance, and in this frozen moment, it sounds like the drumbeat of a countdown.
When the tennis ball fell in front of him, Beichuan suddenly exerted force and swung the racket like a cheetah ready to pounce.
The racket and the tennis ball only touch for a moment, but this seemingly light blow produces an effect beyond imagination.
Visible ripples spread rapidly around the contact point.
The ripples were like waves caused by a huge rock thrown into the lake, but they carried a terrifying power.
Wherever it went, the air felt like it was being cut by a sharp blade, making a hissing sound. The entire space seemed to be distorted, and the audience seats in the distance were deformed by the ripples like reflections in the water.
Suddenly, light and shadow appeared.
At that moment, the entire stadium seemed to be shrouded in strong light, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.
The billboards on the sidelines reflected a dazzling light in the strong light, and the logo of a certain sports brand looked particularly hideous.
Then, seven statues from other dimensions quickly and neatly formed a circle, surrounding Ralph Reinhardt opposite them.
Their huge figures completely enveloped Reinhardt, forming an airtight encirclement. In the shadows, veins bulged on the back of Reinhardt's hand as he clenched the racket.
call out!
The tennis ball flashed past, shooting straight at Ralph Reinhardt at lightning speed.
The speed is so fast that people have almost no time to react.
In a blink of an eye, seven statues from other dimensions simultaneously stretched out a hand towards Reinhardt, their fingertips skimming across the grass, plowing out seven dark brown marks, and the fragrance of grass juice mixed with the smell of soil exploded in the air.
Seven kinds of light shot out from their palms, occupying one side, and then enveloped Reinhardt like a giant net.
"The Sword of the King!"
"Heavenly Wings!"
"Heavenly glory!"
"Seventh Heaven!"
"The Holy Covenant's Last Words!!!"
In a flash, many strange phenomena appeared on Ralph Reinhardt's body.
The Sword of the King, the Wings of Heaven, and the Glory of Ascension continued to bless him, making the eight-winged angel behind him more majestic and sacred.
Until the eight-winged angel held the sword of the king, waved the wings of heaven in the glory of ascension, and then raised his arms to point to the seven heavens with determination and fearlessness.
Everything becomes his final mystery.
In an instant, the Testament's Last Words and the seven statues of gods from other dimensions collided completely.