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The next moment.

"How did you... do it?"

Echizen Ryoma was a little bit unbelievable for a moment, frowning and speaking in a deep voice.

He had given the tennis ball a very strong spin.

But in the end, the tennis ball froze in place after landing.

It was as if all the spin and all the kinetic energy disappeared in an instant.

Hearing this.

Kitagawa showed a harmless sunny smile.

"This."

"It's very simple, a high-hanging extreme topspin ball."

"You can't see it, can you?"

Echizen Ryoma froze in an instant.

"......"

How could he not know that this was a high-hanging topspin ball.

But this high-hanging extreme topspin ball was not an ordinary high-hanging topspin ball.

It's really difficult to achieve this step!

Not only must you accurately judge the direction and magnitude of the tennis ball's rotation in a split second.

Then you have to give it a rotation that can offset the existing rotation and the total downward kinetic energy before landing.

This is simply a perverted way of dealing with it!

"Huh..."

After a long breath, Echizen Ryoma tried to calm himself down.

Returning to the serving area, ready to continue serving.

There is no ball that cannot be hit back in this world.

There are only people who cannot hit back successfully.

If he can't return this ball to the opponent.

Then it means that his level is too low.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The game is still going on.

But there is no doubt that facing Kitagawa's Jinyan, Echizen Ryoma has no way to hit back successfully.

In the end, he completely lost his serve.

"Huh... Huh... Huh..."

Facing Kitagawa's impeccable offense and defense, Echizen Ryoma is getting more and more tired.

In the heavy breathing, he stared at Kitagawa on the opposite side with a complicated look.

Such a strong man of the same age is not only a strong rival, but also the one I admire!

"Oh! I almost forgot to thank you."

As Kitagawa walked to the serving area, he suddenly remembered something, turned around, and said to Echizen Ryoma very seriously.

"Thank me for what?"

Echizen Ryoma adjusted his breathing while thinking about how to face the strong rival in front of him next.

"Sports skills!"

"Thank you for letting me complete this barely acceptable skills."

"There is even a preliminary framework of the skills."

After tapping the tennis ball in his hand a few times, Kitagawa replied sincerely.

Snap!

As he caught the tennis ball again, he continued.

"Well, although the samurai Echizen Nanjiro senior personally taught you the authentic outspin serve, it is really far from it."

"As a return gift."

"Let me show you the real authentic outspin serve."

The voice fell.

The tennis ball in his hand was also thrown into the air.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the slowly rising tennis ball.

Every movement of his seemed so calm, yet full of power ready to go.

Then.

His body began a dazzling dynamic transformation.

Starting from a stable standing position, Beichuan quickly started, facing the net sideways, with his legs slightly bent, accumulating energy that was about to explode.

As the ball reached the ideal throwing height, Beichuan's right arm was like a released spring, swinging upward quickly and powerfully, and the racket head drew a beautiful arc, pointing directly at the tennis ball that was about to fall.

At the moment of hitting the ball.

Beichuan's body coordination reached the extreme.

From the lower limbs to the torso, and then to the arms, every inch of muscle played a role at the right time, continuously transmitting energy to the racket head.

At the moment when the racket face touched the ball, it was precisely adjusted to a subtle angle, so that the contact between the racket string and the ball surface produced a strong lateral friction.

His wrist showed amazing flexibility at this moment, and quickly turned over, further enhancing the side spin effect of the ball.

As the racket head collided with the ball.

A crisp "click" sounded in the air.

The ball drew an incredible arc in the air and flew to the opposite court with a strong side spin.

Whoosh!

The strange trajectory gradually disappeared, and the tennis ball appeared in the opposite position.

ACE!

15-0!

"Is this... an outspin serve???"

"This arc is simply perfect!"

"Who is this Asian boy? Why was he unknown before?"

"......"

After a moment of silence.

The audience present suddenly heard a burst ofA commotion.

Incredible high-hanging spin ball, perfect outspin serve, ridiculous high-speed flat shot, always able to make accurate judgments in the first time...

Every point is impossible to associate with a 12-year-old boy.

As for Echizen Ryoma.

At this moment, he stood there in a daze, his heart was in turmoil.

For a long time, outspin serve has been his specialty.

Even adults rarely play it.

But the opposite side, Kitagawa, was able to show it so perfectly.

The original unyielding was actually shaken at this moment.

"Monster...?"

Echizen Ryoma has been regarded as a rare genius, the next "samurai" since he was a child.

But now compared with Kitagawa, those praises instantly turned into a silent mockery.

"Hey!"

"Echizen, you don't want to surrender, do you?"

In an instant.

Kitagawa's eyes fell on Echizen Ryoma.

"Give up?"

"How could I lose?!"

It was as if a sharp needle pricked his self-esteem.

The original wavering unyielding instantly turned into a passion.

At this moment.

He had another goal in his life.

That was Kitagawa!

Silently returning to the receiving area, Echizen Ryoma seemed to have turned into a bloody warrior who was ready to stand alone against thousands of troops.

"Are you going to wake up?"

A smile appeared at the corner of Kitagawa's mouth.

He saw the rekindled fighting spirit and the unparalleled desire to become stronger in Echizen Ryoma.

On the road to becoming strong, not only the weak are needed, but also the opponents.

Only in this way can there be a way to sing and move forward.

Bang!

30-0!

Bang!

3-0!

Bang!

4-0!

......

Although Ryoma Echizen's heart had undergone a qualitative change, and he also burst out with stronger strength, speed and reaction.

But he still couldn't get a point from Kitagawa.

His chest rose and fell quickly, like a fish struggling desperately without oxygen.

However, the chaotic breathing rhythm not only did not bring any help, but also increased the consumption of physical strength.

"The little one lost."

In the crowd outside the court, Ryoma Echizen pulled the hood of his sweater and said softly with an expressionless face.

"Whether it is skills, physical fitness, reaction ability, or learning ability, the little one lost to the opponent."

"There is no room for maneuver in this game..."

Just as Ryoma Echizen thought.

Half an hour later.

As the tennis ball fell to the ground.

"The game is over!"

"6-0!"

"Kitagawa wins!"

The referee on the podium announced the result loudly.