bookrebus Chapter 724: Transformation! The Growing 8-Winged Angel
Chapter 724: Transformation! The Growing 8-Winged Angel
"Quite decisive."
Beichuan stood at the edge of the court, staring intently at the area shrouded in light.
There was a barely perceptible trace of admiration between his brows, as if facing a chess game that was about to cause a storm, the opponent had made a crucial move without hesitation.
The wind and waves rose slightly, blowing a few strands of black hair in front of his forehead, revealing a pair of deep eyes——
There was no emotion in those eyes, but there was a faint flash of cold and sharp light.
He held the racket very steadily in his hand, and his palm with distinct knuckles was covered with calluses from long-term swinging of the racket, which were the marks left by countless duels and hardships.
During this period, the breath in the air gradually condensed, like a crystal clear pearl left after the tide receded.
A cocoon of breath slowly took shape, with a faint golden glow flowing on its surface, just like the first ray of sunlight falling on the lake at dawn.
Faintly, a figure could be seen emerging from the cocoon—
Her long golden hair fluttered in the wind, like flowing sunshine;
Eight wings spread out behind him, each feather seemed to be composed of divine flames;
The cross sword held tightly in his hand exudes endless majesty, as if it can cut off all illusions and chaos.
That figure was gradually overlapping with Ralph Reinhardt, as if their souls were merging and resonating with each other.
The so-called master level is not just an improvement in strength.
It is not simply the sublimation of skills.
It means a complete transformation of the entire system of existence.
It is the ultimate refinement of basic skills.
It is to polish every movement and every breath to perfection.
This is not a height that ordinary people can reach.
Even a legendary figure like Echizen Nanjiro would not dare to let anyone step into this situation lightly.
The reason why Ralph can do this is because he possesses an almost supernatural ability - constantly correcting himself.
Like a self-improvement machine that never stops.
Every failure will become nutrients for his growth.
Every game is a step for him to become stronger.
Kitagawa couldn't help but feel curious: What method made Echizen Nanjiro dare to let him try to break through to the master level?
Let’s not talk about these thoughts for now.
It seems as if time has stopped at this moment, and it seems as if time has passed in just a moment.
Throughout the entire stadium, the sound of heartbeats could be heard quietly.
It was faint at first, like thunder coming from deep in the mountains.
But it soon turned into a deafening roar, as if thousands of thunders exploded in the sky at the same time.
Then, the cocoon of breath suddenly burst open, emitting golden light, like the sun rising in the east, dispelling the haze of the night.
The figure of the eight-winged angel finally appeared completely.
She slowly spread her wings, and every feather exuded a heart-pounding sacred aura.
The aura was like an endless flood, sweeping in all directions, as if to wash away all mundane things.
The next moment, the darkness that had shrouded the battlefield completely dissipated.
In its place was pure and dazzling light.
It was a kind of radiance that did not belong to the human world, as if it came from a higher dimension.
With an inviolable majesty.
Ralph Reinhardt slowly walked out of the light.
The footsteps are light but full of oppression.
Behind him, countless white feathers fell like snow.
Each one seemed to contain divine power, spinning gently in the air, reflecting his handsome yet indifferent face.
He slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of eyes as bright as rubies.
There was not a trace of human emotion in those eyes.
It was as if the whole world was just a chess game waiting to be played in his eyes.
“Although it’s temporary.”
He spoke, his voice low and ethereal, as if coming from the other side of distant time and space.
"But next I will definitely satisfy your fighting spirit."
"Similarly, you must also be prepared to become the nourishment for my growth."
If the first sentence still carries a hint of human warmth, the second and third sentences are completely stripped of emotion.
It's like just mechanically stating a fact.
"An eight-winged angel that can grow."
Beichuan murmured softly, an excited smile appearing on his lips.
There was a fiery flash in his eyes, as if he saw something that he desired extremely.
"It's really exciting."
As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his racket suddenly, pointing it directly at the sacred Ralph Reinhardt opposite him.
The action was quick and decisive, as if it had cut off all hesitation and indecision.
Beichuan began to be shrouded in an ancient and desolate atmosphere.
That aura seemed to come from ancient times, carrying the weight of time and irresistible pressure.
The entire stadium became quiet and even the air seemed to be frozen.
The players of the Free State U-17 team stood on the sidelines, their expressions suddenly becoming stern.
As if feeling some invisible pressure, even breathing became cautious.
The next moment, a sharp edge burst out from Beichuan's body and pointed straight to the sky.
The light was like the first ray of dawn when the world was first created, and also like the roar of a god when he descended to the world, shocking people's hearts.
The air waves rolled and boiled all around, as if the entire space was cheering for the upcoming peak showdown.
It's like surrendering to this irresistible force.
"bring it on!"
Beichuan's voice was calm, yet it carried a suffocating sense of oppression.
Echoing throughout the stadium.
As he growled, waves of ancient aura wrapped around the racket.
Those auras were unpredictable, sometimes like knives and swords, sometimes like thunder and lightning, as if containing infinite changes and murderous intent.
Dark clouds had quietly gathered in the sky without anyone noticing.
Rolling thunder and fire roared in it, as if responding to the upcoming showdown.
A blood moon was looming, emitting a strange and mysterious red light, adding a solemn and murderous atmosphere to the battlefield.
"Night attack!"
A low and ancient cry came from Beichuan's mouth.
It seems as if it came from time immemorial.
In an instant, endless darkness completely enveloped this world.
The day was swallowed up, the light was driven out, and only darkness dominated everything.
In an instant, the world fell into deathly silence.
There was no sound of wind, no heartbeat, and even breathing was suppressed to the limit.
In the boundless darkness, a figure wrapped in black netherworld fire slowly emerged.