God Of Tennis Novels & Stories

And then one thought came through clearly above everything else. Nobody knows I am here. Her phone was off. She had switched it off herself. There was a man the world called the War God. It wasn't just a nickname; it was a name earned through years of hard battles. His skills in a fight and his inner strength were beyond anything most people could imagine. His name was so well-known and so feared that just hearing it was often enough to end a conflict before it even started. Alexander Kane. He was thirty years old and stood six feet seven inches tall. He was built like someone who had spent his life doing things that required both great power and careful precision. He had short black hair an

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

“It’s… Power of Almighty?” Alan was still a little educated. When he saw the star, he knew Tigris’ identity. He gulped, and he felt frightened. Although the Academy of Social Sciences was totally unrelated to Power of Almighty, Alan still knew about Power of Almighty’s dignified reputation, especially when he heard that a new God of War had recently been elected. He was so dignified that nobody could afford to offend him. Naturally, a small character like Alan was not qualified to meet the God of War. But, he had been hearing about the God of War, so he also knew Power of Almighty.

He’s the leader of one of the sacred martial arts training grounds! ‘He became the God of War ten years ago! He’s a true expert! ‘And yet, he was defeated by a single slap?! ‘Even TV shows aren’t written in such a ridiculous way!’ “Impossible! This can’t be! Mr. Layton’s a God of War! How did he even lose? Gods of War are invincible! “Harvey’s just a young man! Surely he’s not a God of War! Even if he is, he’s definitely no match against Mr. Layton!

Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos looked at León de Fuego, the God of Fire, still smiling. "Aren't you already in love with her?" The God of Fire León de Fuego still acted as if nothing had happened, playing with the branch in his hand, replying: “I have practiced for more than seventy thousand years, can I be so weak? For her, I only pity and apologize… I hope she can return to her original life and destiny.”

They immediately surrounded Tenzel. Soon, Tenzel was enveloped in black smoke. Seeing this, Angeline shouted heartbreakingly, “No!” Prajna laughed arrogantly, “You people forced me to do this.” Levi was also dragged by the undead and could not move. He called out to Angeline, “If you want to decipher this formation, you need to find another one of Tenzel’s souls.” As long as the soul returned to its owner, no one could lay a hand on him. He was the unparalleled God of War, after all.

Vis sighed and put his hand on his forehead, styling his messy hair. " You caught me, man. The God system is in fact the system conferred by the Gods to make the chosen users to become a participant of the God system tournament — the God system tournament is a tournament which includes the participants, ahem! — The users of the god system, to indulge themselves into fights. The last man standing will be granted any three wishes — even it is a wish about being the man of immense wealth or even being a God or a man with a harem or even becoming the king of all beings. So which one of these do you want to choose? " Magixtio replied reluctantly.

Why does the concept of me getting to know him, seem like torture to him? “For starters, when were you going to tell me you were cursed by the God, Jartre?” I hear a plate shatter on the ground as his heart begins to pound in his chest. “How…” I roll my eyes, “Don’t insult my intelligence. I was nearly struck down by lightning by someone who cursed you and because they hate you, want me dead. It’s simple deduction. Jartre is the only God with the power to shatter worlds and harness the power of lightning. A God who can rip a hole through the very fabric of existence, which is why he’s called the God of Gods.”