Shiraishi Kuranosuke of the Net King

"The limit of a thousand trials and tribulations!"

Outside the venue, the eyes of everyone in Qingxue couldn't help shrinking.

This is the deep level of the realm of no-self, and it is a top-level skill that can only be learned after a thousand trials and tribulations.It was also the first time that Tezuka used his magical skills against Sanada, who was facing the sea, in the Kanto finals.

"This is……"

Unlike everyone in Qinggaku, Sakurabukiyukihiko Maro has never seen a thousand tempers, but he knows that the guy named Tezuka is in a very unusual state at the moment.That little radiance made him, who didn't understand tennis, feel a bit of pressure.

"Long Ya he..."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help looking at the young man representing his side, and heaved a sigh of relief: "This guy, there should be a solution, right?"

"This trick... it's really interesting!"

On the court, Long Ya's eyes flashed slightly.

The change in Tezuka was what he expected.But he didn't expect that it was this trick that made him very familiar with the unique trick.

In a trance, the figure of the opponent in front of him actually overlapped with someone.

"Old man, this...is it really the school you used to stay in?"

Thinking of that person, Long Ya's eyes gradually condensed, and a faint terrifying aura came out.

"Be careful!"

He looked at Tezuka and said solemnly, "I'm going to go!"

Bang!

The voice fell, and a strong storm spin was played.

Whoosh!

After the tennis ball hit the ground, the angle of the ejection was deflected by [-] degrees.

"It's faster!"

Fuji's expression was solemn, and this change made his scalp feel a little cool.

"No!"

Beside him, Echizen shook his head and said, "Minister, he is faster!"

His excellent dynamic vision captured a blurry afterimage, and upon closer inspection, he could see that it was part of the outline of Tezuka.

fast!

The speed of their ministers, after the increase, surpassed the change in the rotation of the tennis ball.

boom!

With a loud bang, Tezuka's silver-white racket, the net line hooked a tennis ball with great momentum and a terrible spinning speed.

caught!

In the stands, the audience's eyelids jumped.

Can't see clearly!

They just didn't know what happened, just in the blink of an eye, the tennis ball that was shot like a cannonball was caught by the young man wearing glasses.

chi chi...

Looking down at the tennis ball that was desperately slamming into the racket line like a beast, Tezuka was slightly shocked: "What a strong force!"

The guy on the opposite side doesn't seem to be strong, but his tennis is no worse than Kawamura's wave ball.If it were someone else, the racket would have already been released at this moment.

However, Tezuka's skills are top notch.

The arm shook lightly, instantly dissipating part of the impact on the tennis ball.Immediately, he shrugged his shoulders, and pushed his arms forward with the help of his waist strength, and he slammed the smash directly, abruptly smashing this storm outspin serve.

"So strong!"

Off the field, Echizen's eyelids jumped.

This change in speed, and timing, is more precise than when dealing with his outswing serve.Thinking about it now, in the game under the bridge, Tezuka probably didn't use [-]% of his strength.

"Not only that."

Beside him, Fuji stared at the tennis ball that flew out.

He can see clearly that the spin on it is twice as much as the opponent's serve, and the speed and strength have also produced the same change.At first glance, he almost misses the trajectory of the tennis ball.

The limit of a thousand trials and tribulations!

This is one of Sanadaguchi's three gates without self. It can hit opponents with double speed, double destructive power, and double rotation. one of the reliance.

"It's really fast."

However, the opposite Long Ya laughed.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was not sarcasm, nor was he looking down on this trick, but out of some kind of bad taste.

"Old man, try my new trick."

On the court by the sea, the slightly green Long Ya raised the racket in her hand. A milky white cyclone was wrapped around her arm, exuding a little light, mysterious and powerful.