Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 22 Basic tennis is crushed

"I won this point." The corner of Baishi's mouth subconsciously twitched.

However, the next moment, the smile froze.

In sight, Kandai Lan, who was originally on the baseline, appeared in the first half in the blink of an eye, and hit the ball back with a freehand swing.

"30-0." When the ball passed through and the breeze blew up his sleeves, Baishi suddenly realized that the point had been lost.

"Hey, do you feel your own powerlessness? It's like watching the breeze."

Seeing Lan Jindai smiling at him while closing the film, Shiraishi felt an indescribable pressure rushing towards his face, as if he was suffocating.

"It's so strong." He whispered softly, subconsciously grasping the racket, his veins bulging.

"It's too fast, what kind of pace is that? I didn't see it at all." The star of Shitenbaoji Nanizu Ken couldn't help but make an incredible sound.

As he was growing at a fast speed, he couldn't figure out how Shendailan appeared in the opposite corner.

"This is not Okinawa. To be precise, Okinawa is not that fast."

If it is a shot in the front and back half, Okinawa's fast pace can create the illusion of teleportation.

But Shiraishi hits the ball diagonally in the front and back halves, and even if he runs fast, he is unlikely to catch up.

After all, there is a limit to human speed.

But all this was broken by this ball.

"That's a pace I've never seen before, but I believe that this pace consumes a lot of energy, and it shouldn't take a few times in a game." Watanabe thought.

"Now if Baishi wants to break the game, he must show the skills to deal with that pace, otherwise his rhythm will always be suppressed."

For a tennis player, rhythm is crucial.

Those who master the rhythm can play stronger balls with less physical exertion.

The opponent often needs greater consumption to fight back.

"What should I do?"

Shiraishi bent his knees, staring at the freehand and relaxed Jindai Lan.

My foundation is not as good as his, and I can't catch the rhythm. If I continue to play like this, I will lose.

For the first time in his life, Shiraishi felt powerless and frustrated.

This feeling was never felt when he was defeated by Yukimura.

Because the opponent has crushed himself in the field he is best at.

It even gave him the idea of ​​"whether my tennis philosophy is correct".

For a tennis player, the consequences of a loss of self-confidence can be severe.

"Drink!" Baishi's eyes narrowed, and he tossed the ball again, still in a perfect posture.

"Bang." The speed of the tennis burst was the same as before.

Obviously, Shiraishi's psychological adjustment ability is also top-notch.

"Facing the same basic tennis, there are too many ways to deal with it." Shendai Lan raised his mouth slightly, and hit back with the same perfect forehand. At the same time, he used one foot to jump to the other side.

"Using magic to defeat magic, this is my favorite routine." With a chuckle, Shendailan slammed the ball to the other side of Shiraishi's half.

"So fast!" The sudden increase in speed caused Baishi's breathing and steps to become a little messy, and even his perfect posture was flawed.

Under the continuous accelerated offensive, Baishi obviously had difficulty parrying.

Although his basic tennis is round and perfect, he can handle a ball in the most perfect way at any time.

but.

Shiraishi's biblical tennis appeared cracked after Jindai Lan used one-footed broken steps to speed up.

"It's also the use of one-legged steps, but Baishi can't stand it at all. This minister of Fudo Peak is so strong." The funny duo who had been giggling put away their smiles.

"Although Baishi's foundation is very solid, the opponent obviously has a stronger foundation. For Baishi, this is definitely an extremely painful match." Chitose couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"This is the flaw of the bible tennis. When the opponent's foundation is much higher than your own, there will be a series of disadvantages. Shendailan's tennis is too strong. He has surpassed the field of junior high school students and has moved towards a higher level. For Shiraishi, the importance of this game is not the result, but whether he can understand his future path in the process of suffering." Watanabe pressed the straw hat on his head, Showing a rare dignified expression.

"40-0."

Baishi stopped, turned his head to look at the point where he lost points, and quietly clenched his racket tightly, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"Damn it, at least one point must be scored." Before Baishi realized, his goal had quietly changed to scoring one point.

He served the ball again, and the magnetic voice of Shendailan resounded in the court.

"Using a solid foundation to play perfect tennis, regardless of the balanced development of speed, strength, stamina, spirit and technique, this style of play can ensure that you have all-round abilities and will not have obvious weaknesses, but" Shendai Lan said. In the words, he has already run to the landing point, raised the racket, and his arms bulged with smooth muscles.

"You don't have the ability to kill a game. Being too balanced means mediocrity."

"Your bible tennis is too mediocre, Shiraishi."

"Bang." Under Shiraishi's shocked gaze, the ball turned into a beam of light at a speed that the naked eye could hardly catch, piercing the half court in an instant.

"Chi Chi Chi." The tennis ball was firmly embedded in the barbed wire, and plumes of smoke came out, and a scorched ball mark was left on the tennis court.

"Game, 1-0, Shendailan leads."

"Is my tennis mediocre?" Shiraishi wiped the sweat off his head, his eyes were a little confused, and he exchanged courts like a puppet.

"Have you lost your fighting spirit? Then sink into failure and step back." Kandai Lan served the ball mercilessly.

"15-0."

"If you feel sad, you can unseal the seal on your arm, maybe you can lose a little more decently." Shendai Lan calmly said softly.

"30-0."

Shiraishi stood where he was, letting the ball slide past him.

"It's too much, he doesn't know how hard the minister is." The main election of Sitianbao Temple couldn't stand it anymore, they didn't want to just watch Baishi being humiliated, and even wanted to rush into the venue.

"Shut up, don't affect the game." Watanabe's eyes turned cold, and he scolded: "This is a game that may affect Shiraishi's life. I am optimistic about it. The game is not over yet!"

Under Watanabe's rare sternness, the candidates suppressed their inner anger.

Watanabe looked at the game solemnly, and muttered to himself: "This feeling is very uncomfortable, let him see, your tennis, Shiraishi!"

"Facing a more powerful opponent, my tennis is totally vulnerable." Baishi closed his eyes, feeling pain in his heart.

"In order to embark on this path, I worked hard for several years, but was it completely rejected today?"

If the foundation of his accumulation is now the river, then the foundation of Shendailan is an endless sea.

"However, my tennis is not mediocre." Shiraishi opened his eyes and raised his head slowly.

"40-0." The tennis ball passed by, and Ai Kojiro scored again, but Shiraishi's expression was calm.

Others could also see that something had changed in Baishi at this moment.

"There is no problem with a balanced and all-round tennis style, but it is too rigid." Baishi's eyes flashed with enlightenment.

"Make effective adjustments according to the situation, gather the advantages of other people's styles, and gather them in yourself."

Shiraishi's eyes lit up, and his momentum soared.

"Have you regained your fighting spirit? Interesting, I hope you can persist for a while." Seeing the change in Baishi, the corners of Shendai Lan's mouth slightly curled up, and smiled lightly.

(End of this chapter)