The Rebirth of the Net King

Chapter 217 Fierce Battle

The third game was Taneshima's serve, and Taneshima kept hitting the ball to Tristan.

With one enemy against two, Tanejima had to adopt some strategies.

Compared with Johnson, the current French handsome Tristan is still a bit too young.

boom!
"Game, Neons, 15:0."

……

boom!
"Game, Neons, 2:1."

"Both sides change game!"

Kimishima Yuto stretched his waist on the sidelines. It turns out that being a bastard is such a happy thing.

He didn't do anything in the round just now, just stood aside and watched, and Taneshima scored the score by himself.

What a pleasure!

"Tristan, in addition to receiving the serve, you should also go aside!"

Johnson patted Tristan on the shoulder. Although it might hurt Tristan's heart to say this, he had to do it.

The opponent's white-haired boy in the first year of high school was obviously much stronger than Tristan.

Although this is doubles, I and Tristan are not a fixed doubles combination, and there is no tacit understanding and cooperation at all.

Bringing Tristan is entirely to let the opponent feel the oppression of world-class competitions in advance.

But now the opponent is obviously using Tristan as a breakthrough, and he has no good way to support Tristan, so he can only be like the opponent and forcefully turn this match into a singles match.

"I understand!"

Tristan nodded. He also understood that he had become a burden to Johnson. For the victory of the French team, he could only stand aside like Jundao.

Tristan tosses the ball high up, and at the moment the tennis ball hits the high point, the wrist trips forward, the forearm slightly internally rotated.

Bang!
Aim the ball straight at the center of the racket face, and snap it forward forcefully.

The tennis ball shot forward like a cannonball. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Tristan, who had served the ball, went straight to the outside of the court.

Pressing the palm of his hand on the racket, he stood gracefully on the sidelines.

"Interesting! Is this going to forcibly turn doubles into singles?"

Dudu Obando said with a smile.

He and Ralph had originally come to watch the best match, but he didn't expect such an interesting thing to happen to them.

"The real game is about to begin!"

Ralph smiled slightly, his eyes narrowed, he was a little surprised by Shuji Taneshima's strength.

In particular, Ji Mie Wu, whose move is very similar to Fuji's Return to the Market, made Taneshima invincible.

Jundao ran quickly towards the landing point of the tennis ball, then bent his left leg and squatted sideways, with his right foot tipped in, and the racket moved forward from the high point with the force of sliding.

While pressing the ball deeply back to the opponent's backcourt, Kimishima pressed his legs to get up and quickly ran out of the field.

His mission has been completed, and the rest is up to Taneshima.

Johnson turned back and ran, turned sharply, lowered his body slightly, rolled his right hand inward, and then swung upward.

The tennis ball flew high into the air, and then fell quickly.

After bouncing at an extremely low angle, he quickly rushed towards the outside of the court.

However, a racket was lowered, and the tennis ball was swung upwards.

Johnson looked up and knew that at this height, he couldn't jump up and smash before it fell.

Take a few steps back slightly, lead the racket behind you, raise your left hand obliquely to the sky, and swing the racket forward violently when the tennis ball falls on the top of your head.

Simple and violent straight hits, the most prominent is the word "fast".

"wild!"

Hikaru Sanada watched from the sidelines and could feel the violence of the ball.

That astonishing ball speed, even his dynamic vision born out of kendo can only see a rough idea.

Taneshima focused his eyes slightly, feeling the oncoming air waves, he took his time and raised his racket to meet him.

There was a heavy pressure from his wrist, and Taneshima raised his eyebrows, and threw the racket vigorously.

The forehand topspin ball dropped sharply across the net, reaching the sideline with a very short arc like a rainbow.

Johnson ran towards the sidelines non-stop, and the short slide caused by an emergency stop on the red soil made Johnson slide out of the court.

Even the French who are familiar with clay courts cannot avoid such unexpected situations when they stop and return in a hurry.

boom!
Johnson raised his right hand high, and the tennis ball flew high into the air.

Bottom line lob!
Johnson understood that since Zhongjima pulled himself out of the court, he must be ready to volley himself in front of the net.

So he chose to hit a lob that flew to the bottom line, trying to suppress Tanejima back to the bottom line.

However, to his surprise, Tanejima predicted his own prediction.

boom!
A volley leap, precise volley.

The moment the tennis ball just took off and flew over the net, Taneshima's figure had already appeared in the air.

The golden beam shot towards Johnson's unguarded area on the other side. Although Tristan stood there, it was too late to fight back with his racket.

"Game, Neons, 15:0."

To everyone's surprise, the Neon team took the lead in scoring the first point in a one-on-one fight with France's main player, Johnson Clemenceau.

"Is this a world-class duel!"

Atobe took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands.

The confrontation between Zhongjima and Johnson just now made his palms sweat.

The layout and competition between the two sides just now made Atobe feel a strong sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart.

"Be stronger! I must become stronger!"

Atobe's heart kept roaring.

boom!
"Game, France, 15:15."

……

boom!
"Game, Neons, 30:15."

……

boom!
"Game, Neons, 3:2."

On the court, the game seemed to be in a panic all at once, with both sides coming and going, and the score kept rising.

"How is this possible, this guy can be inseparable from the main general?"

Everyone in the French team was a little hard to accept.

"Never underestimate any opponent!"

Camus gently stroked his racket and said lightly.

Johnson's chest rose and fell slightly. Although the opponent was slightly behind him in terms of experience and strength, the gap was not that big.

It's a bit tricky!
Johnson squeezed the tennis ball tightly with his left hand, threw it away vigorously, and then bent his knees and bent his body backwards sharply.

boom!
Under Taneshima's surprised eyes, the ball bounced violently after landing, and flew out of bounds with an extremely irregular trajectory.

"ACE, France, 15:0."

Johnson made a surprise move and directly scored the first point of the game.

"Here it is, it's the leader's bouncing serve!"

Everyone in the French team looked happy, and the main general finally started to be serious.

Seeing the opponent put on that exaggerated serving posture again, Taneshima knew that the opponent was planning to repeat the old trick.

His sharp eyes stared straight ahead, and the sweat dripped down his cheeks.

boom!
Johnson hit a bouncing serve again, and Tanejima's engine raced to the limit, appearing like a ghost at the landing point of the tennis ball.

He opened his posture and fixed his eyes on the tennis ball that was about to hit the ground.

boom!
Volley at the foot!

No matter what kind of changing ball, as long as you hit it back the moment it bounces, you don't need to care about the change of the opponent's backhand at all.

Johnson was not surprised when his serve was returned. After all, it was a trick that could only be used once.

If the opponent will be scored consecutively by this move, he will not be in a stalemate with the opponent.

The toes of the left foot are firmly pressed against the ground, and the right foot slides forward with friction against the ground, leaning over, and it is also a super half-volley.

The moment the tennis ball bounced, it was struck back by Johnson with a thunderbolt. The strong topspin caused the tennis ball to fall across the net, and Taneshima flew to save the ball.

Johnson had already jumped into the air, volleyed high, and dunked a ball.

"Game, France, 30:0."

Johnson finally bared his fangs!

boom!
"Game, France, 3:3!"

The score was tied again!
(End of this chapter)