Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 82

"It's been a long time, Kawamura." Akutsu returned to the second half and posed, his eyes were only on Kawamura.

"Senior Kawamura, can you still serve?" Taocheng asked worriedly.

"No problem!" Takashi Kawamura took a deep breath, his right hand holding the racket still couldn't help shaking.

"Shua!!" The tennis ball was thrown up, and the moment he swung the racket, the pain came from his right hand, and he swung the racket empty.

"Faulty serve."

"It's over, his right hand can no longer continue the game." Sanada shook his head.

"But he hasn't given up yet, has he?" Nioh said respectfully on his face: "This is a game that blocks the future of tennis! I don't understand. Why are they fighting so hard? It's just a regional competition!!"

"Qingxue fired the coach before, and the performance in the regional competition is very important to them. They urgently need to prove that their strength has not declined because of the coach's departure, and they must prove that the choice they made is correct."

"Now they are fighting with the entire tennis club on their backs!" Sanada said emotionally: "This is a responsibility and a mission."

Hearing this, the others fell silent.

Tezuka was under pressure to impeach Ryuzaki Sumire. If Seigaku performed poorly in the regional competition, the follow-up public opinion would definitely overwhelm Seigaku.

That's why Kawamura worked so hard.

At least.

Even if he loses, he can win some respect for Qingxue.

What a silly idea.

But let me ask everyone here, if they were them, would they be able to do this?
"Burning!!" With a piercing cry, Kawamura successfully delivered the ball.

The speed of the ball is fast, but Akutsu has come to the point.

Stride forward, stretch your right hand behind your back, and bend your knees at [-] degrees. This is a posture similar to a snake ball, but more awkward.

"Crunch." The tennis ball was stopped by Taocheng before it passed the net, and he wanted to share the pressure on Kawamura as much as he could.

"It's so powerful!!" Taocheng held the bat with both hands, struggling to hit the ball towards Akutsu's right half.

"Tat Tat Tat." Ya Jiujin lowered his body and quickly caught up with the ball like a cheetah.

"It's useless to have a lot of fighting spirit but not to improve." When Ajiujin rushed forward, he stretched his right hand, stretched his body, stepped on the ground with his left foot behind him, and swung his racket suddenly with the help of momentum. , the other right foot stepped forward, slammed on the ground, exerted strength on the bare foot, counteracted the force of the forward rush and twisted the body suddenly.

"Bang." The tennis ball crossed the half court.

"30-0." No one expected that Akutsu would strike back with this posture.

"Are you kidding, won't his ankle be broken?" This non-human posture is like a pendulum in the football world. It is ornamental, and at the same time, it will cause huge damage to the body parts.

"Shua." Akutsu tossed the ball up again and served with a nearly perfect posture.

"Bang!" Kawamura's wrist pain has eased, and he swung his arm vigorously.

Akutsu lowered his body and pulled his arms behind him. After the ball was ejected, his right hand shook, and the angle of the racket was slightly lowered.

"Bang." After the crisp sound, the tennis ball went out of the net with a side spin.

"Out of bounds? No! Such a strong spin!!" Under Taocheng's misjudgment, the ball suddenly made an extreme turn when it crossed the net, and headed into the bounds, with a track similar to that of a snake ball.

"Don't worry, I'm here, Burning!!" A passionate voice sounded, and Kawamura appeared in the right place, agitating his arms.

The moment he received the tennis ball, his brows furrowed, and his body paused for an instant.

"Bang." The spinning tennis ball was hit straight towards Akutsu.

"Huh!" Yakujin's figure flickered, his body leaned back slightly, this time the angle of the racket was slightly upward, and his arms were pulled upward.

This is a move similar to a moon volley.

"Shua." The tennis ball skimmed over Taocheng's head, and when it was about to go out of bounds, a huge spin caused it to fall downward.

"Burning!!" Takashi Kawamura saw the opportunity, and when the tennis ball fell to a suitable angle, he held the racket with both hands and hit it hard.

Akutsu immediately started a fierce sparring with him.

"No, the situation is very wrong." Many people watching the battle have already seen the problem.

"At the net, Momoshiro's range of receiving the ball is limited. Akutsu has been using technical balls such as high balls, side spin shots, or balls close to the baseline to completely make Momoshiro an outsider. Kawamura is forced to catch all the counterattacks. .”

"Kawamura's hands can't hold it anymore."

Gan adjusted his glasses: "I suggest abstaining now."

"It's so despicable. You can win in a normal fight, but you have to target your arm." Kaitang Kaoru clenched his fists angrily, his veins bulging.

"He probably wants to force Kawamura to give up. This is an overt conspiracy."

"Kawamura, since I met you, you have always looked stupid. To be honest, I think you really like to meddle in other people's business." Yakutsu stared at Kawamura, who kept swinging his racket vigorously, and thought to himself.

"But today, I have changed my opinion of you!"

"I see a flame in you! A flame that can burn me!"

"I will not let anyone interfere with our game, this is a game between me and you!!"

"Shua!" Yakujin's body leaped into the air, showing his powerful ability to stay in the air, and then twisted his body. In mid-air, he waved his right hand and buckled down hard with the weight of his body.

"40-0."

"Huchihuchi." Kawamura stared at Akutsu, panting heavily.

He seemed to sense Yakutsu's mood somewhere.

With Yakutsu's strength, he can easily defeat himself.

However, he was fighting with himself.

Is this an expression of recognition for yourself? !
The body is already on fire! !

"Burning!!"

Another round of sparring began.

Taocheng can only worry on one side.

Originally, he also thought about exchanging positions with Kawamura, but Kawamura directly rejected them.

"Burning!!" Every time Kawamura swung the racket, the burden on his arm was increased.

"Once again, just hold on a little longer!!" Kawamura's will supported his body.

Ever since he met Yakutsu in the past, he has never caught up with the opponent's pace, and even his favorite tennis is easy to handle in front of the opponent.

Now, after finally having this platform and this opportunity, he wants to prove himself with all his strength.

"Burning!!!"

"Senior Kawamura can't go on anymore!! His wrist can't take it anymore."

"We're going to abstain!" Kikumaru shouted.

"Crack!" A tennis ball skipped over Kawamura's face, and slammed into the barbed wire fence in front of Kikumaru.

"40-15."

"Hey! That guy with the bandage on his face, shut up, this is a match between me and Kawamura."

Yakutsu's ferocious voice sounded.

"Hey! You idiot."

"Everyone!" Kawamura held the racket firmly with both hands, and said in a strong voice, "Please let me and Akutsu finish this game."

Everyone saw unprecedented determination on Kawamura's face.

"Akutsu! Come on!!" Kawamura roared.

"As you wish! Kawamura!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Bang!" Takashi Kawamura kept burning himself!

Even the blood in Yakujin's body boiled.

"game, 2-0."

When the sun fell on the ground, when the young players couldn't hold the tennis rackets in their hands, the game came to an end.

"Since Takashi Aigaku Kawamura abstained, this match was won by Fudomine."

Fudo Peak got off to a good start and won the first game, and the audience gave Takashi Kawamura applause.

(End of this chapter)