The black bishop of the net king

Chapter 329 The Choice of Digging Your Own Grave
"This is the data, did Hiroshi Hiroshi use the imitation tennis ball at the Saitama County Conference?" Inoue Mamoru stroked his chin with a thoughtful look on his face.

Although I have already seen the material of Hiroshi Wakato imitating tennis, but after seeing Hiroshi Wakato's transformation with his own eyes, Mamoru Inoue still showed a hint of interest on his face.

"The aura of Shonan players has changed, can such a big change happen just by wearing a hat?" Shiba Saori murmured.

During the period of working with Mamoru Inoue, Shiba Saori's vision is no longer what it used to be.

"This is probably a kind of self-hypnosis, just like a hypnotist's tool pocket watch. The hat should be a switch for Hiroshi Wakato to enter the hypnotic state." Mamoru Inoue explained.

"but."

"How much strength can be displayed in this state ultimately depends on the player himself!"

……

in the stadium.

"Ruoren, let them see your tennis!" Aoi Huamura, who was sitting on the bench, regained her previous self-confidence after seeing Hiroshi Ruoren's current state.

Ruo Renhong was considered a player with no characteristics when he was in the first grade.

Later, Aoi Huamura discovered Ruo Renhong's ability to imitate (professional tennis players), and began to train him in this area, and only then did Ruo Renhong build this appearance step by step.

After Ruorenhong entered the transformation state.

He first chose to imitate the object that Sendechen imitated through data in the previous game, Outlook.

"However, it's nothing more than an imitation!" Keiji Makihara glanced calmly at Hiroshi Wakato.

In [The Prince of Tennis], there are not a few players who are good at imitating tennis, Nioh Masaharu, Kaji Takahiro, Ichishi Yuji...

but.

Even Masaharu Nioh and the others took the road of imitating tennis, and they have also stepped out of their own style, while Hiroshi Wakato's imitating tennis is purely superficial.

And even if it is imitation, it is only called imitation when the ability is similar.

A mouse imitates an elephant.

This is not a parody, but a joke.

call out!
on the tee line.

Ruo Renhong threw the tennis ball in his hand towards the sky, and then moved the racket with his arm to hit the tennis ball sharply.

boom!
Henry serve!

Hiroshi Wakato raised his hand, and it was still a fierce high-pressure ball roaring towards Ota Ansai.

"Huh?" Feeling the power of Wakatohiro's serve, Ota Ansai's expression changed slightly.

but.

This is not because Ruo Renhong's serve is too strong, but too weak.

When the tennis ball flew over the net, Ota Ansai's body suddenly started, and then chased after the tennis ball!

boom!
Raise your arms back!

With the crisp sound of a racket and tennis ball colliding, the tennis ball turned into a stream of light, quickly rewinding back to Chengcheng Shonan's half court.

"Did you break my serve so easily?" Ruo Renhong's pupils shrank, and his body didn't hesitate at all.

Tread!

Ruo Renhong's footsteps, after catching up with the tennis ball at a steady pace, swept his arms, and the racket made a large arc towards the tennis ball.

boom!
The high-speed spinning tennis ball fell back towards the opposite corner of Ota Ansai.

"What a parody!"

"I have already seen through the angle of your attack and your thinking!" Ota Ansai said coldly.

When Hiroshi Wakahiro finished his counterattack, Ota Ansai appeared in tennis at some point, with the racket in his hand rolled.

A net smash!

As Ota Ansai's voice fell, the tennis ball flew out of the court from Shonan's half court.

"Fudomine Junior High School Ota Ansai scored, the score is 15:0!"

"how is this possible!"

When the referee's whistle sounded, Ruo Renhong's heart trembled suddenly.

Before, Ota Ansai easily broke his Han style serve, but now he easily broke his counterattack.

but.

What Ruo Renhong didn't know was.

During the period when Ota Ansai was studying with Sendekchen.

For the understanding of Otto Luke who is active in professional tennis, Ota Ansai is still above the imitator Hiroshi Wakato.

Ota Ansai has already seen through all of Wakatohiro's counterattack.

……

boom!
"Fudo Peak Junior High School won, the score is 1:0!"

……

boom!
"Fudo Peak Junior High School is leading, the score is 2:0!"

After Ota Ansai saw through his imitation of Altruk, Hiroshi Wakato changed the object of his imitation several times, from Kazenga to Ayala...

just.

No matter how Hiroshi Wakato changed his imitation object, it was easily deciphered by Ota Ansai.

"Speed, strength, stamina... these most basic things are not comparable to Ota!" Keiji Makihara shook his head and said in a low voice.

"In this case, no matter how much you imitate the movements and styles of those professional tennis players, it will not be of any use to Ota!"

"And since Ota has enough information about these professional tennis players, this rigid imitation will become a huge flaw instead."

"more importantly."

"The seeds planted by Sende in the No. [-] doubles are starting to germinate now!" Keiji Makihara said while sweeping his eyes from Sendechen beside him.

"This game is over before it starts!"

……

"How could this be?" Huacunkui looked at the two Ruorenhongs in the field with a shocked expression.

Huamura Aoi never thought that Hiroshi Wakahiro's style of imitating superstars would have no effect on Ota Ansai.

"hateful!"

In the stadium, facing Ota Ansai's continuous offensive, Wakatohiro's figure became more and more embarrassed.

Wakahiro's every move was within Ota Ansai's expectation.

"Game! Fudomine Junior High School Ota Ansai wins, the score is 3:0!" As Ota Ansai's short ball volley scored, the referee's whistle sounded.

"Swap venues!"

……

"hateful!"

After the exchange of venues, Ruo Renhong stood on the serving line again, panting heavily, his eyes full of irritability.

"Since the playing style of professional tennis players like Ayala is of no use to you, then just use another method!"

"Transform!"

Snapped!
After Ruo Renhong raised his arms and snapped his fingers, he flipped his hat over, his eyes and posture changed again.

"This is?"

Sen Dechen and others suddenly felt a sense of familiarity on Ruo Renhong.

"Did this guy choose to imitate Ota?" After watching Ruo Renhong's serve, Sendechen shook his head and smiled coldly.

"How stupid to choose this most unfavorable course of action!"

In such a short time.

No matter how strong Wakahiro's ability to imitate is, he can imitate Ota Ansai to some degree.

Moreover, Ota Ansai's tennis style is the kind of steady and steady style of play that is based on physical strength, strength, and speed.

With strength, speed, and stamina inferior to Ota Ansai's, Wakatohiro's reckless imitation of Ota Ansai's style of play can only be said to be digging his own grave!

15 minute later.

Following Ota Ansai's leap into the air, the racket in his hand smashed down heavily on the tennis ball!

boom!
The tennis ball exploded at Ruorenhong's feet in an instant, and then flew out of the court quickly!
"The game is over! Fudomine Junior High School Ota Ansai won, the score is 6:0!"

"In this round of competition, the winning team is from Fudomine Junior High School in Tokyo, with a total score of 3:0!" The referee blew the whistle to end the game.

(End of this chapter)