Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 124 Tannhauser's Crack, Unreasonably Powerful
"Sure enough, just like the street tennis court before, my judgment has gone wrong." Ajibu, who had lost two rounds, looked extremely ugly.

These few rounds of sparring have awakened the memory of the street tennis court before.

Shendailan is still the same as in memory, it seems to be full of flaws, but in fact there are no flaws.

"As expected of Atobe, Atobe's insight ability can see blind spots, and this is his only reliance in this game, but Goddai Ao keeps giving Atobe various illusions, and the blind spots and weaknesses that Atobe sees are all what Atobe thinks. Let Atobu see it." Qian swallowed his saliva solemnly, and said slowly: "This requires his own foundation to be so terrifying that he ignores his own habits."

"Or, with Atobe's current level, it is impossible to test the true playing habits of the Age of Gods. In other words, the current foundation of the Age of Gods has no weaknesses at all at the national level."

Exchange venues.

"My ice world is completely restricted, and I can't see through dead ends. The ice world will never be constructed." When Atobe and Ai Kojiro passed by, they were still thinking about countermeasures.

Whether it's a frustrating fugitive or a disillusioned waltz, there is a prerequisite, which is to be able to beat the opponent's beat.

And he couldn't find any flaws in God's Generation Blue.

That is to say.

His skills were completely blocked.

In the third game, Keigo Atobe served.

"Papa." Atobe slapped the tennis ball with stern eyes.

"Hey, Atobe, I haven't seen a gorgeous game until now." Komyo Lan said with a smile.

"Damn it." Atobe grabbed the tennis ball, his eyes changed.

Tossing the ball, bending the knees, and dunking the racket, a set of movements is done in one go.

"Whoosh." Tennis headed towards Shendailan's half court with a fierce momentum.

"Oh?" Jindai Lan frowned. He noticed a slightly weird spin on the tennis ball, and a guess came to his mind: "It can't be that serve, right? Has Atobe already touched that skill?"

"Bang." The tennis ball hit the ground, bounced at a small angle, and flew out of the court.

"Out, 15-0." The referee announced the verdict in time.

"Failed?" Atobe rubbed his right hand, frowning and thought.

Tannhauser's serve is the Phoenix flashback of the serve version, and it is also a skill that Atobu has always wanted to master this year.

It's a pity that this skill is too difficult, and his chances of completing it are not high, and the success rate is about the same as Hochotaro's one-goal into the soul.

"Shua." He tossed the ball again and dunked it.

"out, 30-0."

After two serve mistakes, Atobe's expression sank, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

In this kind of key game, the psychological pressure of serving twice in a row and going out of bounds is enormous.

"Are you going to use that, Atobe? You were forced out of that serve in just the third round." Yushi Ninzu had a solemn face, with shock in his eyes.

He knew that Jindai Lan was very strong, but he didn't expect it to be so strong.

Atobe is a little stronger than him, but he has no power to fight back against Jindai Lan.

The speed of the speeding tennis ball was so fast that even Ren Zuzu's eyes were a little stinging.

"What kind of serve does Atobe want to play? Judging from the number of times he made mistakes, he hasn't mastered it yet." On Qingxue's side, Fujisuke opened his eyes, revealing a pair of blue eyes.

"It seems that Atobe is almost at the end of his rope, so he will come up with skills that he has not fully mastered." Taocheng scratched his head and said.

"He's trying to open up the situation and find the weakness of Jindai." Tezuka said in a deep voice: "Only by showing insight can Atobe use his skills."

"Shua." Atobe's eyes regained focus, he tossed the ball, and stared at the falling tennis ball.

When the tennis ball falls to a certain height, the powerful wrist cuts out from the height to the bottom.

"Whoosh!"

The tennis ball flew over the net, and the spin on it was strong. At the moment it landed, it did not bounce, but flew close to the ground.

"Oh, it's actually finished." Lan Jindai frowned slightly, letting the tennis ball shuttle out of bounds.

"30-15."

Atobe finally scored a valuable point.

"How many times can you hit this kind of serve?" Shen Dailan teased, and grabbed the snap line.

"Oops, Atobe is in danger." Gan said with a serious face: "Atobe consumes a lot of energy with this skill, and wants to rely on this serve to get more information about the Jindai, so as to gain insight into the weaknesses as soon as possible, but the Jindai did not fight back. , because he knows that such a serve will not last a few times.”

"In this way, next time, Atobe, who finally took the initiative, will be forced to become passive."

"Kindai this guy." Atobe pursed his lips, his eyes seemed to be able to stab someone.

He clenched the racket tightly, but he could feel a slight numbness.

"Tannhauser exhausted my arm too much." His heart sank.

"Hey, Atobe, how many times can you use this kind of serve." Komoyo Lan said with a light smile while carrying the racket.

The one who responded to him was Tannhauser of Atobe who served.

The tennis ball hit the ground and flew close to the ground. This time the completion was not bad.

"Since you want to find a flaw, then I'll give you a chance." Under the incredulous eyes of everyone, Shendailan stepped on the ground lightly. Printed on tennis balls.

"Tat Tat Tat. "Are you kidding me? How could the ball on the ground fly up suddenly? Atobe looked shocked, moved his legs to catch up with the ball, and hit the ball back with a forehand.

He had seen before that when Shendailan stepped on the ground, a ripple seemed to appear and flew up with the tennis ball.

"What kind of superpower is this?" Atobe was a little messy.

"Bang bang bang." The two immediately started a fierce confrontation. This time, Jindailan didn't use any special skills, and Atobe was getting better. Threats to fight back.

The tennis ball flew between the two, leaving the audience dumbfounded.

No one expected to see national-level sparring at the small metropolitan conference.

"Atobe is stronger than last year." Kan's thick glasses flashed: "I remember last year's Kanto competition, he won 7-5 against Tezuka." Kan looked at Tezuka.

"I may not be his opponent now." Tezuka Makoto said, subconsciously touched his left elbow.

Now his injury has just healed, and it will take some time to resume training. If he was dragged down by Atobe's physical tactics last year, this year Atobe will improve all aspects of attributes, while Tezuka's improvement is not great. In the first half of the year Basically, they are running around for the treatment of elbows.

The gap will naturally widen.

"Just kidding, Ice Emperor's minister is so strong." Dashi looked disappointed.

This year's Qingxue is quite strong, but it is very difficult to advance to the national competition.

"Yuta, watch the game carefully, even if you can't keep up with the ball, you have to find a way to keep up." Fuji Shusuke looked at Fuji Yuta seriously.

The hope of Seigaku this year is Fuji Yuta.

As long as Fuji Yuta progresses fast enough and reaches a level close to the national level as soon as possible, then Qingxue still hopes to enter the national competition this year.

Now Fuji Yuta is replaced by the original Echizen Ryoma.

But in comparison, Fuji Yuta's potential is still a little bit worse.

"I know, brother." Fuji Yuta clenched his fists and nodded vigorously.

After watching these few games, he has deeply realized his own shortcomings.

At this moment, the sparring on the field is still going on. With the increase of the number of sparring rounds, Atobe gradually gets familiar with the current speed of the ball, but the tired eyes are still a hidden bomb.

At this moment the score came to "40-30, the match point of Shendailan."

"Wheeze." Atobe panted slightly, these few rounds of sparring had exhausted a lot of energy.

Even many viewers saw something was wrong.

In contrast, Shendai Lan was too calm, still standing loosely, breathing steadily.

"Tanwhisper serves!"

Atobe threw the ball suddenly, and the racket in his right hand was slashed from top to bottom.

"Hey." The tennis ball landed on the ground, spun at a high speed, and walked close to the ground.

"Tap Tat Tat." This time, Lan Jindai took steps and came to the landing point in the blink of an eye.

"Tannhauser serves, close to unsolvable, but only close"

"Tennis sticks to the ground, but not all the way. When it rubs against the ground, there will be irregular ups and downs. Maybe the ups and downs are less than one centimeter! But it's enough."

Shendailan took a step back and pulled the racket with his right hand under him.

"Crack." The racket made a sound as it rubbed against the ground.

"He wants to return my Tannhauser's serve without his skills?" Atobe's eyes turned cold.

Atobe is still a little confident in his Tannhauser serve. In his opinion, this skill is unsolvable without relying on some weird means.

Jindai, you are indeed strong, but you are too arrogant.

At this moment, many of the main candidates on the sidelines also saw Shendailan's intentions.

"Does Jindai want to hit back this ball without relying on Kido?" Chitose frowned: "It's not easy to hit back with a simple swing of the ball."

Shendailan quickly used actions to give everyone an answer.

At one key point, the bottom end of the racket flicked lightly.

At the same time, the ball that walks on the ground is slightly adjusted up by a few millimeters.

That is, these few millimeters became the key to fighting back.

"Shua." The racket suddenly scooped up the ball, and the tennis ball trembled slightly as it crossed a beautiful high arc.

"He actually used an ordinary counterattack to crack Tannhauser." This scene made everyone lose their minds.

"Although you cracked Tannhauser, don't forget that smashing is my strong point. Jindai, I have already seen through you." Atobe's legs exploded with amazing strength, and he jumped towards the tennis ball in the air, his eyes flickering .

"A fugitive song towards frustration."

(End of this chapter)