Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 52
His eyes caught the ball, but his unaccustomed right hand failed to follow.

"Echizen, you'd better go all out, or you'll lose ugly."

"Tch." Echizen shifted the racket to his left hand, with an evil smile on his lips.

"Well, you're still a long way off."

"Heh." Yiwu's high-speed serve arrived.

Yiwu's tennis pays attention to technique and low consumption.

Mainly adopt the most simple posture to hit the most effective ball.

No matter how you behave, Yi Wu's expression will not change much because of this, and his mood will always remain stable.

If Yiwu was given special fishing training, he would have no problem sitting by the river all day.

It can be said that the state of mind that Ibu currently has is Akutsu's goal.

Facing such an opponent, Echizen didn't know what to do.

In the past opponents, he could always find the opponent's flaws, but in the current sparring, he has been forced to use his left hand, and the opponent's information is basically unknown.

"What's the matter, Echizen, where was your momentum before?"

Yiwu did not forget to stimulate Echizen Ryoma with words during the fight.

"Damn it!" The furious Echizen paused, tapped his toes, jumped lightly, and pulled the tennis ball back the moment it hit the ground
"Crack." The tennis ball cut across the yellow light like a dagger, precisely pierced through the dead corner of Yiwu's turn, and popped out of the court.

"15-15."

"Not bad." Yi Wu rubbed his wrist.

Because he still carries a part of the weight, his body is relatively stiff.

After Echizen's full firepower, Yiwu began to lose points.

"30-15."

"40-15."

"Game, 1-0, Echizen Ryoma leads."

With the score announced, the first round ended.

"As expected of Echizen, the first grader has such strength. If it was 20 days ago, I might not be able to win." Yi Wu said with a look of conviction.

"Hey, Yiwu, stop playing, let's finish it soon." Kamio said indifferently.

Echizen watched this scene calmly, pressed his hat, and walked towards his own half.

He knew Ibu Fukaji wasn't going all out.

To be precise, he is still in the layout state.

Through the back-and-forth sparring time and time again, Echizen can clearly feel that the back-hitting has become more and more strenuous.

Seeing Yiwu's calm and deep face, Echizen's expression became serious.

"A person who does not move the peak is not simple."

"Crack." He switched the racket to his right hand and slapped the tennis ball vigorously.

"External spin serve?" Seeing this familiar posture, Yi Wu immediately understood.

Echizen tossed the ball high, jumped up slightly, and with a light shout, he dunked the racket heavily.

"Chila." The tennis ball spun crazily when it hit the ground, and then bounced towards Ibu Shinji's face.

"Shua." The breaking wind brought by the tennis ball skipped over his cheeks, and the tennis ball flew out of bounds.

"15-0." Echizen read the score confidently.

"Even though I know it's an external spin serve, it's not as easy to hit back as I thought when I actually faced it. The spin attached to the ball is very strong, and it's not easy to hit back in my current situation." Yi Wu rubbed his wrist.

The impact of the load on him is still relatively large.

"30-0."

"40-0."

"Game, 2-0, Echizen Ryoma leads."

In the blink of an eye, Echizen won the serve.

"It seems that this first-year student still has some skills, and Yi Wu was actually suppressed."

Kamio outside the arena said solemnly.

"Hmm." Akutsu squeezed out a syllable from his nose.

"However, this is only under the premise of carrying weight." Kamio smiled easily.

"Why is he still so calm after losing two rounds?" Echizen stared closely at Ibu Shinji who looked calm, and thought to himself.

He obviously has the advantage of two rounds, but he has a kind of pressure to be chased.

"boom."

"15-0."

"30-0."

"30-15."

Next, the two fought fiercely back and forth.

The strange feeling in Echizen's heart became stronger and stronger.

"Every ball he hits is aimed at my uncomfortable place." Echizen wanted to break the deadlock by changing the quality of the ball returned, but all failed.

"Game, 3-0, Echizen Ryoma leads."

When Echizen won the next game again, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

This round took far more time.

"It's almost over, Echizen, I'm not curious about you anymore." Ibu Shinji's calm voice sounded.

"Hey." The racket that was originally held in the forehand was turned by him backhand, and it was cut out suddenly at the moment the ball hit the ground.

"My hand!" Echizen ran to the landing point as usual, but his body froze at the moment he swung the racket.

Tennis balls pass by.

"15-0."

"Did you find that you can't move your body?" Iwu Shenji said without any waves.

"Although I don't know much about Qingxue, being able to have such strength in the first grade is enough to be proud of."

"Damn it!" Echizen held the ball tightly, his inner frustration made him angry.

"Bang." He jumped high and hit a perfect outspin serve.

"Ka Ka Ka." When the ball hit the ground, it spun wildly and bounced up suddenly.

"This trick is useless to me!" Yiwu Shensi took a step back, and gently pulled his right hand from bottom to top.

"Crack." The tennis ball was hit precisely and flew towards the half-court in front of Echi.

The ball took an arc in the air and fell towards the baseline.

"Deliberately hit the ball in the front 1/3 of the racket to enhance the rotation. Once it is hit back, the shots with different rotations are already in place. This first-year kid has completely fallen into the trap." Yakujin snorted coldly, His eyes were full of contempt: "It takes so much effort to beat a rookie."

"Iwu Shenji." Echizen's eyes flickered with coldness.

This year's Fudo Peak is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

The Yiwu Shensi in front of him is not outstanding in strength, speed, reaction, etc., and has no actual shortcomings.

But there was a strong sense of insecurity playing against him.

From Yiwu Shensi's previous words, it is not difficult to draw a conclusion: Yiwu 20 days ago may not be as good as himself.

But 20 days later, he had such a transformation.

why?
Is it.
A guess emerged in Echizen's mind.

But it was immediately denied.

impossible.

There are limits to how much progress can be made in as little as 20 days.

"Try again, outspin serve."

When the ball landed and spun and rebounded, Ibu Fukasa shook his head in disappointment: "As I said, Echizen, this trick is useless to me."

"It's too early to say these things." Echizen retorted not to be outdone.

The tennis balls bounced between the two, and the two who refused to give in made the game more and more anxious.

"Damn it, why is it so difficult!" Echizen saw a tennis ball galloping towards him with air currents.

"Give me a score!" With firm belief, he swung his racket sharply.

"What a strong backspin, too bad, my hand!!" Echizen's expression changed the moment the racket touched the ball.

"Whoosh." The tennis ball went out of bounds.

"Game, 3-1, Echizen Ryoma leads."

"Okay, let's end it quickly." Yiwu looked at Echizen who was rubbing his wrist, and showed a meaningful smile.

"Let me show you the skills the minister taught me."

(End of this chapter)