The black bishop of the net king

Chapter 37 Fudo Peak VS Qing Xue (4)

beep!
When the referee blew the whistle, the score between Fufufeng and Qingxue had reached 3:1!

"Is this the real genius Coach Muyuan mentioned?" Terui Yota gasped heavily.

In Fudo Peak, there are quite a few geniuses. Tachibana Yoshihei, Ibu Fukaji, and Kamio Akira. Among them, Ibu Fukaji and Kamio Akira, even Yota Terui watched them improve bit by bit. grew up.

Facing Tachibana Yoshihei, who is out of reach, and Ibu Shinji, who has already caught up with him, Terui Yota's pressure can be said to be the greatest in Fudo Peak.

It's different from Tachibana Jiping and others.

Terui Yota is already in the third grade, and this year's national competition is Terui Yota's last year in Fudo Peak.

Even if Fudo Peak failed to hit the national competition this year, Tachibana Yoshihei and the others still have next year and the day after tomorrow.But I have no time.

With Tachibana Yoshihei, Ibu Fukaji, and Kamio Akira present, Terui Yota has no doubts about whether Fudo Peak can enter the national competition this year.

It’s just that Terui Yota wants more. Terui Yota wants to enter the national competition with Tachibana Yoshihei and others, instead of being dragged to the national competition by Tachibana Yoshihei, Ibu Shinji and others.

"Senior Terui! Come on!"

"Senior Terui!"

The voices of Akira Kamio and others suddenly exploded in Terui Yota's ears.

"Kamio! Fukaji..." Yota Terui looked from the worried faces of the first-year juniors like Akira Kamio, and then patted himself on the cheek vigorously.

"Really!"

"Don't underestimate the dignity of seniors! You bastards!" Terui Yota's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

In Seigaku's half court, looking at Yota Terui's Fuji Shusuke, his squinted eyes finally opened, revealing those blue eyes.

"Senior Terui's momentum has changed!" Tachibana Yoshihei fixed his eyes on Yota Terui in the stadium.

At the moment just now, Tachibana Yoshihei also caught the completely different aura of Terui Yota.

"Yeah!" Keiji Muhara nodded, with a slight smile on his face.

In the world of The Prince of Tennis, the attribute of spirit can be said to be crucial, even surpassing the other four dimensions.

The realm of selflessness, Shura's divine way, and different-dimensional ball skills.

These skills are all at the level that only players with strong mental power can develop, and mental power is also the most difficult link to improve.

in the stadium.

Terui Yota gently threw the tennis ball in his hand into the air. Unlike the previous serve, Terui Yota threw the ball closer to the front court this time.

At the moment when the tennis ball was about to fall, Yota Terui moved instantly. With a few steps of sprinting, he jumped up towards the tennis ball like an eagle, and the racket fell towards the tennis ball like a war hammer...

next second!
boom!
The sound of hitting the ball, like the sound of thunder crackling, suddenly sounded in the stadium.

In mid-air, when Yota Terui's racket collided with the tennis ball, the tennis ball was directly squeezed and dented under Yota Terui's terrifying force.

A circle of white air flow exploded along the tennis ball, and the green tennis ball shot towards Fuji Shousuke's half court like a bullet.

The high-speed flying tennis ball disappeared directly from Fuji Shusuke's sight. Even with Fuji Shusuke's amazing dynamic vision, he only saw a green afterimage.

boom!
An explosion sounded in Fuji Shusuke's half.

The tennis ball bombarded on the court changed from a spherical shape to a bowl shape with terrifying force, causing a gust of wind howling, rushed out of the court, and slammed into the net of the court.

"Yota Fudomine Terui scored, the score is 15:0!" The loud voice of the referee resounded directly through the entire stadium.

"Ahhh!"

Terui Yota, who scored the serve, waved his hands vigorously, and let out a roar!

All the eyes of everyone present were attracted by the roaring Yota Terui.

"Fudo Peak, third grade, Terui Yota!" The camera in Mamoru Inoue's hand outside the field hastily captured the scene in front of him.

When watching Fudo Peak's game before.

Mamoru Inoue's attention was all on Tachibana Yoshihei, besides Tachibana Yoshihei, there were two newcomers, Ibu Fukaji and Kamio Akira.

To put it bluntly, Mamoru Inoue paid far more attention to the doubles team of Fudo Peak than Yota Terui.

But when Yota Terui hit the ball, Mamoru Inoue found that he had underestimated Yota Terui a little too much.

……

Qingxue's player seat.

Gan Sadaharu's arm, which was recording the data of Fujisuke and Terui Yota, also subconsciously stopped.

"This kind of serve?" Gan Sadaharu stared at Terui Yota in the field, wondering what he was thinking.

Tezuka Kunimitsu, who was sitting in the corner, couldn't help but glance at Terui Yota in the field. For Tezuka Kunimitsu, Terui Yota's serve is very strong, but it can only be said to be very strong.

What attracted Tezuka Kunimitsu was Terui Yota, or Fudomine's special aura.

This kind of momentum is useless for Qingxue.

……

After a moment.

The game continues.

There was another explosion, and Taiyo Terui's second round of serve was released outrageously, still roaring towards Kiyoyuki's half court like a cannonball.

Snapped!
When Fuji Terui Yota served the ball, Fuji Shusuke made a judgment one step in advance. The moment the racket came into contact with the tennis ball, the tennis ball directly broke through Fuji Shusuke's racket and rushed out of the court.

"Huh..." Fuji Zhousuke exhaled softly, his flowing hair fluttered slightly with the wind.

30: 0!

……

"One more ball!"

"That's it, Terui-senpai! Let's get back the points in one go!" On the rest seat of Fudo Peak, Kamio Akira and others shouted loudly to Terui Yota.

After Yota Terui calmed down his breathing slightly, he served the third serve of the round in one go.

boom!
The same action, the same sound of hitting the ball like an explosion.

The moment the tennis ball flew out from Yota Terui, the tennis ball roared and bombarded Fuji Shusuke's half court.

"Senior Fuji!"

Looking at this ball, Takeshi Momoshiro and the support team of Qinggaku subconsciously grasped their palms. Terui Yota just served twice in a row, which left a deep memory on Takeshi Momoshiro and others.

boom!
Fujisuke once again caught Terui Taiyo's counterattack, but the rebounded tennis ball once again brutally knocked away Fujisuke's racket and landed on the ground.

"Fudomine Terui Yota scored, the score is 40:0!"

Hearing the referee's voice again, the expressions on the faces of Takeshi Momoshiro and others couldn't help but froze again.

(End of this chapter)