Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 90
When the score was announced, Fuji Shusuke stared at the ball mark and fell into silence.

The disappearing serve is his serving stunt. Even if he can't win this game, he can still win a point.

But it actually shows that it is not effective in front of Shendailan.

"Breathing, wind, airflow, there is actually nowhere to hide your serve." Shendailan's magnetic voice rang in Fujisuke's ears.

"Really? It turns out that my trick is such an easy shot in your eyes." There was a bitterness on the corner of Fuji Zhousuke's mouth.

He took a deep breath again, calmed down, and slapped the tennis ball solemnly.

Can the ball really disappear?
Whether it was the previous Shenyin or the current disappearing serve, they have all been done.

But what is even more unbelievable is that Shendailan still easily fought back.

"Breath, wind, airflow, can these really be the factors to see through the serve?" Mamoru Inoue chewed these words carefully, his eyes hard to hide his astonishment.

"No, for top players, these are really not difficult." Mamoru Inoue seemed to think of something, and looked at Nanjiro with an inexplicable expression in his eyes.

"I think, I understand why Mr. Nanjiro came to watch the battle."

"Being able to use so many unnoticed elements is beyond the reach of ordinary tennis players." Fuji Zhousuke patted the tennis ball lightly.

"But I still want to try."

"Shua." The tennis ball was turned, and when it fell to a certain height, the tennis racket in Fuji's right hand exerted all its force.

The afterimage of the tennis ball appeared again during the flight!disappear into the sun.

"I've already seen the trace of this ball." Shen Dailan closed his eyes, smiled, stepped forward, and lightly scooped it with his right hand.

"Bang." The tennis ball flew towards Fujisuke precisely.

"Sure enough! He abandoned his eyes and used his hearing and the flow of air to perceive my ball." After confirming what he thought in his heart, Bu Er's eyes narrowed: "That's the case."

"Bang!" With a wave of his arms, the tennis ball headed towards the bottom line of Shendailan's right half at a high speed.

"He has his eyes closed?!" Amidst the exclamation of the audience, Shen Dailan closed his eyes, ran to the landing point, and hit the ball back with precision.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, and the body did not experience any stagnation at all due to the loss of vision.

"He can do this? Is there really anyone who can play without relying on eyesight?" The main candidates of all schools have already been stunned.

"Theoretically speaking, the sound of each ball after hitting it at different angles and strengths is different. Based on the feedback of the sound, the rotation exerted by the ball returned by oneself and the fluidity of the air, it should be possible to judge the direction and angle of the ball. .” Qian’s voice stuttered a little, but it was obviously shocking.

"No matter what, what the Age of Gods is showing now is the pinnacle of technology."

"It's a height that many tennis players can't reach in their lifetime."

For a player with such technical expertise as Bu Er Zhou Zhu, he worked hard to hone his skills, only to find that the skills possessed by others are far superior to his own, and he may even be unable to catch up with him in his entire life.

The pain is deep.

"Brother, come on." Fuji Yuta clenched his fists anxiously and muttered to himself.

"Drink!" Assistant Fujio stopped, swung the racket, and applied the spin he was good at to the tennis ball again and again.

"Crack." The tennis ball bounced to an irregular place in an instant. Although the speed is not fast, it can force the opponent to fine-tune their posture and cause greater consumption.

"Bang." However, Shendai Lan was standing there, without any lag in his swing, and he hit the ball back without any hesitation.

"Whether it's rotation, strength, or any other factor, he can't make a slight change in his posture. Before the ball arrives, he has fully understood the trajectory of the ball."

"When you try your best, but find that the opponent is not troubled by your offensive, this kind of pain is despair."

"Such an opponent is like a god, no, coupled with the despair and oppression like death, he is like a god of death!!" Sanada muttered to himself, his pupils were full of fear, and there was even a trace of fear.

"No matter where the ball is hit, it will fly back at a faster speed in the next moment. There must be no slack at all, otherwise the ball will be lost."

"This kind of pressure, this kind of despair, why does my body have a feeling of boiling blood?" After running, Fuji Zhousuke's eyes were full of inexplicable meaning.

"My body seemed to be telling me that he was enjoying the thrill of being frightened and pushed to the limit."

"God Generation Blue!"

"You are really strong." Fuji Zhousuke's eyes changed completely.

If in the past he seemed a little more serious when he opened his eyes, but was still lazy in the deepest part, then now, everything about him has been taken up by seriousness.

He is dignified, serious, and wants to give full play to all of himself.

"I remember, it's like this!!" Facing the oncoming tennis ball, Buer's eyes were bright, he turned his bare feet, and the shoes rubbed against the ground violently. out.

"Whoosh." The tennis ball quickly skipped the net, did not bounce when it landed, and flew directly to the ground, leaving a shallow trace.

"Phoenix flashback? Interesting." A look of surprise flashed in Shendai Lan's eyes.

Bu Er's talent is even more amazing than he thought.

No.

To be precise, Buer, who went all out, would have been able to play Phoenix Flashback, but he didn't know it.

"Whether it's the flying swallow returning to the nest or the phoenix flashing back, it doesn't work for me." Shen Dailan walked lightly, and when the tennis ball flew to the ground, he softly chanted: "The eighth of the binding way. Rebuke."

When the racket was swung, a wonderful airflow condensed, pulling the tennis ball up and falling into the racket.

"Bang." The tennis ball turned into a stream of light and headed towards the other side of the court.

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"Da." The crisp sound told everyone that the quality of this ball's counterattack was extremely poor, and it was not like a skillful shot at all.

The ball slowly flew high into the sky and fell towards Shendailan.

This is the perfect smash opportunity.

"That's right! The brown bear was caught!!" Horio and Katsuro from Seigaku's side couldn't hold back their cheers.

"Heh." Lan Jindai jumped up and buckled the racket.

"Shua." A few breezes blew by, the midsummer breeze was so light, but strong enough to support a speeding ball.

"Bang." Buer stepped forward with his right leg, knelt down on one knee, clapped with both hands, and cut towards the right side of his body with the sound of breaking wind.

The tennis ball flew into the sky like a beam of light, and then headed towards the second half of Jindailan.

"The second of the triple counterattack, the unicorn landed on the ground." Fujisuke's flat tone resounded through the audience.

"Is it going to score? Now that Jindai has just hit the ground, the ball is already going?" Atobe, who was still hugging his chest and pretending to be a master, muttered to himself without straining his expression.

In sight, Shendai Lan teleported to the second half, waving casually.

"Bang." The tennis ball hit Bu Er's half court and bounced out of the court.

"30-0." The audience was silent.

It took a long time before someone tentatively said, "Did he teleport?"

"Yes, brother, you read that right, he really teleported."

"Is he Superman?"

(End of this chapter)