Net King: Obtain Kise Ryota’s ability at the beginning

"What a tough guy!"

Chiseki came to the bottom line on the right side and gently patted the tennis ball, he almost forgot that there was still a serve that would disappear with this move. But fortunately, he has just noticed a hint of doorway, and the rotation of the second cut serve is actually a trace.

Sou!

Chiseki threw the ball away, then bent his knees and bowed to lead the racket, and the moment he kicked his legs and spread his shoulders, the racket made a large arc swing from the top of his head.

Bang!

The flat-hitting serve that hangs straight down still maintains an amazing ball speed, and Chishi's restraint of his own power has become more and more perfect.

Buji opened his eyes, instantly judged the landing point of this ball, and then stood sideways with his feet, opening the posture in advance. With a wave of his hand, he intercepted the bouncing tennis ball, and after a slight stalemate, he quickly pulled the ball out.

Trample!

Thousand stones stepped on the ground on tiptoe, moving like an elf.

Bang!

The rapid whistling sound generated by the topspin ball made Buji's brows frown slightly, and here it is again!

Strong spin pump!

The dual attack of strength and rotation made Fuji's hands a little numb now, and it was not so easy to constantly return such heavy hits.

Qianshi's feet jumped on the ground, and he adjusted his position in a broken step.

Bang!

It's still a powerful forehand topspin draw, and the speed of this ball Chiseki's swing has become faster, and the same force and spin have become stronger.

Fuji suddenly closed his eyes, and his heart was as calm as water.

After losing to Kimuraji, he clearly realized his shortcomings and realized the gap between himself and Kimuraji. Since then, I have had a desire in my heart, a desire to become stronger.

National Competition! If there is a higher realm, a higher stage, then he must step on that realm to see the higher scenery.

For this reason, it is impossible to do this with only three returns.

"The fourth kind of return ball!"

When he opened his eyes, a strong momentum rose up, and his azure eyes were also full of determination and determination.

"The fourth kind of return ball?!"

The eyes of the young scholars' eyes widened, they didn't know when they developed the new trick.

"Go ahead, show everyone your genius side!"

Tezuka's eyes were like water, and at this moment he was very happy for his friend. After he single-handedly facilitated the match between Fuji and Kimura, he had already noticed that Fuji had gradually changed, and now it was finally time for the melon to ripen and fall.

"Shrouded in mayflies!"

The ball that arced into the racket that hit the racket in the arc quieted down with a gentle shake of his wrist, and then Buji pumped his arm, and the ball hit the net straight under everyone's gaze. Under the strong impact force, the ball bounced back into the air, slowly crossed the net and fell in front of Chishi's net.

"Touch the tennis ball! How is this possible! Minami

Kentaro looked shocked, how could someone be able to hit such an accurate touch tennis ball against Chishi's counterattack!

"The rotation of Qianshi's ball was eliminated!"

Kimuraji chuckled, it was remarkable. In such a short period of time, progress has been made, and although the three return balls have not yet completed their evolution, they have begun to take shape, and more importantly, they have developed their own fourth type of return balls.

"Spin ... Eliminated?! Dongfang

Yamei and the others looked at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes. It sounds simple, but it is extremely difficult to be able to neutralize such a powerful rotation of Chishi.

"It's really worthy of it, you can actually wrap all the powerful rotation and then, dissolve all the rotational force and then hit it back."

Kansadaharu kept recording in his data book, and he had to write down this trick well.

Qianshi's brows furrowed, to be honest, now he admired the other party a little.

"The fourth kind of ball? Then come on! "

At this point, Qianshi can only give it a go.

"Drink!"

Buji, who was getting better, let out a soft sigh and raised his hand to draw the ball diagonally to hit Chishi's serve back.

Boom!

Chishi's shoulders were slack, his arms were hanging at his waist, and the muscles of his whole body worked in unison to play a lightning-fast topspin pump.

"Shrouded in mayflies!"

Fuji's soft whisper seemed to stop the irritable tennis ball, and the racket slid in front of his eyes with a clear glow.

Boom!

"Here it is again! Touch tennis again! "

Minami Kentaro's face sank, but this guy's ball control is really strong!

"It's okay, this ball can catch up with Senshi !"

Dongfang Yami said in a deep voice, in his line of sight, Qianshi had already taken a smart step to the front of the net.

"You rest and succeed!"

Chiseki slid in front of the net in a flying fluttering position, and leaned forward to provoke the falling tennis ball dangerously and dangerously.

Boom!

There was a crisp sound above Qianshi's head, and when he looked up, he saw that Fuji was still maintaining the posture of putting the ball.

"Game, no two weeks suke, 30:0."

Qianshi, who got up from the ground, sank to the bottom in his heart, and he knew that the rhythm of the game had completely fallen into the hands of the chestnut-haired boy in front of him.

Bang!

Bang!

"This game is scored by the Youth Academy no two weeks, the score is 6:5."

With a surprise fourth return, it was the first time since the first two games of the game that one broke serve.

Shout!

The tennis ball that fell lightly from the second hand was flown by a crescent moon, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes when it was about to fall to the ground.

"Disappeared again!"

Yamabuki and everyone were very heavy, and now they could only hope that Chiseki could complete the reversal.

But Qianshi's heart was already in turmoil at this moment, and the calm judgment that had already seen the first clues seemed to have been cut off.

"The game is over! Won by Seishun Gakuen Fujishuke, the score is 7:5."

In the end, Chiseki still failed to crack the serve that disappeared, and the match ended with a whistle from the referee as a mustard ball hit the wall behind Chishi.

Fuji let out a breath of turbid air, a summer breeze blew, and the cool feeling behind made Fuji smile bitterly and shake his head.

I haven't sweated so much in a long time.