Net King: Starting from Li Hai as a substitute

Chapter 9 The Son of God

"The semifinals of the Jr. Conference will be played between Izumi Amamiya and Seiichi Yukimura. The match will begin and the winner will be decided in one set."

"First set, Izumi Amamiya's serve."

Amamiya Izumi stood half-bowed behind the baseline, holding a tennis racket in his right hand, holding a tennis ball in his left hand and beating it on the ground, staring at Yukimura opposite him from the corner of his eye.

"Let me see how strong the leader after Rikkai is now."

Whoosh!
The tennis ball was thrown high in the air, and Amamiya Izumi jumped high and swung the racket quickly to the upper right side of his head.

boom!
The tennis ball turned into a stream of light and quickly passed through the half court.

"An off-spin serve? It's a good serve, but it doesn't work for me."

Yukimura made this judgment from Amamiya Izumi's serving posture, so he ran a few steps towards the landing point of the tennis ball, and then turned sideways to prepare to catch the ball.

But when the tennis ball hit the ground, Yukimura realized that his judgment was wrong. This serve did have some similarities with the external spin serve, but the two were not at the same level in terms of spin intensity.

boom!
The tennis ball landed heavily on the ground and began to spin violently, then bounced up at lightning speed and flew towards Yukimura's head in a huge arc, like a flying fish leaping from the water.

Yukimura didn't expect this. He turned sideways and the tennis ball flew over his head before he could twist it. When he wanted to turn around and chase the ball, the tennis ball had already flown out of the court.

"Ace, Izumi Amamiya scores, 15-0."

"flying fish."

"What?" Yukimura was stunned for a moment.

"I said the name of this serve is Feiyu. How about it? It's not bad, right?"

Amamiya Izumi looked at Yukimura's stunned expression and raised his eyebrows.

Yukimura frowned, and his expression returned to calm in an instant, "I am indeed a little surprised, but it is impossible for you to defeat me with just this serve."

"Really? I'll wait and see."

Amamiya Izumi continues to serve.

Whoosh!
Throwing the ball, jumping up, and swinging the racket are still the same set of actions as before.

flying fish!

boom!
But this time when the tennis ball flew out of Amamiya Izumi's racket, the ball speed was much faster than before.

The tennis ball turned into a stream of light and left a trail of afterimages in the air. After landing in the opposite corner, it quickly popped out of the court.

Yukimura thought that Amamiya Izumi's serve this time would have the same low ball speed, high bounce speed, and wide arc as last time, but he did not expect that the characteristics of this serve were completely reversed.

So much so that he was shaken by the high speed of the tennis ball and failed to react in time to catch the ball.

"Ace, Izumi Amamiya scores, 30-0."

"Can you actually hit two completely different serves with the same serving posture?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Yukimura's eyes. He didn't expect Amamiya Izumi's skills to be so good.

Amamiya Izumi smiled somewhat complacently. If he had been careless in advance, anyone who encountered his two modes of "flying fish serve" would have been slapped.

"However, if I guess correctly, the complete version of your flying fish should be a super-fast, high-bounce, and large-arc serve? It's just that you can't mix these skills together now, so you divided this serve into Two modes.”

Yukimura's words made Amamiya Izumi's expression stiffen instantly: Is your observation and analysis ability so strong?

The fact is exactly what Yukimura said, because Amamiya Izumi's technical and physical fitness have not yet reached the standards, so he can only split the technical composition of Feiyu into two modes.

"It seems I guessed it right."

Yukimura couldn't help but laugh when he saw Amamiya Izumi's expression: "If your flying fish is a complete body, it will indeed cause a lot of trouble to me, but now it's just these two modes. It won't trouble me."

"Really, let's try it." Amamiya Izumi was still a little unconvinced. I fooled countless fools by swinging the serve with this hand. Even if you are Yukimura Seiichi, you still have to eat at least one game first. Is it a loss?
Amamiya Izumi once again served in the same posture as before.

boom!
Flying Fish One Style!
The tennis ball flew halfway across the court at normal ball speed and fell straight to the opposite corner.

But this time Yukimura, who was well prepared, would not be stumped by the serve again. He swung his racket sideways, intercepted the tennis ball the moment it bounced, and hit the ball back with all his strength.

The tennis ball turned into a yellow beam and flew towards the bottom corner of the court on the other side of Amamiya Izumi.

"Tsk~ It really can't be difficult for him?"

Thoughts flashed through Amamiya Izumi's mind, and he quickly chased the tennis ball. He tightened his grip on the racket and tilted the racket surface toward the lower left.

boom!
The tennis ball flew back again with a violent spin and fell close to the height of the net.

"Beautiful backspin in front of the net, and strong ability to control his own rhythm." Yukimura couldn't help but show a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"But this is not enough!"

Yukimura arrived at the net in the blink of an eye and intercepted the tennis ball with his racket before it hit the ground.

A sharp beam of light refracted from Yukimura's racket, leaving a faint trace at Amamiya Izumi's feet.

"Yukimura Seiichi scores, 15-30."

"Even the physical fitness and reaction speed are at the monster level?" Izumi Amamiya looked up at Yukimura, who looked calm across the way, and frowned, "I can't see any shortcomings at all at the moment. I have to collect data first. "

So Izumi Amamiya began to slow down the pace of the game, try to extend the time of each ball, and started a tug-of-war with Yukimura.

boom!
"Yukimura Seiichi scores, 30-30."

……

boom!
"Game, Yukimura Seiichi, 1-0."

……

boom!
"Game, Yukimura Seiichi, 2-0."

10 minutes later, Yukimura won two games in a row.

Although the process was long and drawn-out, the results were overwhelming, which made the spectators in the stands find it extremely boring.

"Oh, why are you crushing us in the semi-finals here? It's so boring!"

"It seems that the final should be between Yukimura Seiichi and Sanada Genichiro."

"How come the finals are all from Kanagawa Prefecture? This guy Amamiya Izumi really embarrasses us Tokyoites! I thought he could win before."

"Oh, you actually still think highly of Izumi Amamiya? Don't you know that he just lost to Toshiya Yoshida, who has been practicing tennis for two and a half years, yesterday afternoon? His undefeated streak has long been broken!"

"Really? I don't know about that. If I had known earlier, I should have asked Yoshida Shunya to attend the Jr. Conference. Maybe he could defeat Seiichi Yukimura."

"It's difficult. The Son of God in Kanagawa is invincible, even if Jun Yoshida comes."

"Huh, at least Yoshida Shunya will definitely perform better than Amamiya Izumi. Look at this score, if this continues, he will get a clean sheet!"

The stands are far away from the stadium, so Yukimura and Izumi Amamiya cannot hear what those spectators say, but the mentality of the two people on the court is completely different from what the spectators imagined.

Yukimura was neither complacent because he was ahead by a big score, but always had a bit of caution in his eyes; Izumi Amamiya was not downcast because he was behind by a big score, and still looked energetic and full of fighting spirit.

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