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"Is this the real talent of the genius Fuji?"

Hyotei.

Atobe had a troubled look in his eyes.

He was actually defeated so completely by Fuji, who was not serious.

Akuto said: "This Fuji is really not simple."

Bupo was a little surprised.

"This guy is strong enough to fight even Akuto, right?"

Although Fuji has never understood Akuto, Fuji can definitely compete with Akuto.

That Yukimura... can do that too!

The strength of these two people is between equals.

But in terms of psychological warfare, Fuji is obviously better.

nearby.

Irie said: "Fuji Syusuke's psychological warfare is better than Seiichi Yukimura's, but..."

"Fuji's more tricks led to this, right, Kanata."

Tanegashima added with a smile.

"Um.

Irie smiled slightly.

The two looked at the court again.

call!

at the same time.

Yukimura swings the racquet.

But it's empty.

He looked down.

The tennis ball actually went through his racquet.

In his peripheral vision, he saw a faint light and shadow appearing outside the front end of the tennis ball.

"The afterimage of a tennis ball?"

"I see, the serve disappeared?"

Waiting Yukimura is still distracted.

The tennis ball has been rolling behind me for a long time.

When he came to his feet.

He just came back to his senses and looked at Fuji solemnly: "This person doesn't have many tricks."

"Game! Fuji Syusuke, 1–0!"

"Fuji, he actually changed the disappearing serve into a disappearing return ball?"

Everyone was shocked.

A unique trick that originally could only be used by serve.

Now...it can be used anytime.

And coupled with Fuji's golf skills.

It may be difficult for Yukimura to fight next.

When exchanging courts.

Yukimura and Fuji, one is serious and the other is smiling.

But after Fuji passed by, his expression became solemn in vain.

"That aura just now"

Fuji couldn't help but turn around and glanced at Yukimura's back. It was obviously the same as before, but now it gave him a very domineering feeling.

"He hid his strength before!"

A sharp light flashed in Fuji's eyes. He tightened his grip on the racquet, stepped forward, took out a tennis ball from his pocket, and started to pat it gently.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Immediately.

When he saw Yukimura taking a defensive stance, he put the tennis ball down and whipped it out.

Bang!

Disappeared serve.

But this ball.

Yukimura just swung the racket away without looking at it.

"What a fast cracking speed."

Qian didn't know when he took out his notebook and tapped it with the tip of the pen. He was a little surprised, but he couldn't help but sigh.

"After all, I have to start serving. No matter how much Fuji's strength increases, he can't improve this serve to a qualitative level.

While talking,

Fuji catches up with the tennis ball that Yukimura hits.

Take the "Phoenix Flashback" downward cut stance.

Bang!

The tennis ball crossed the net at extremely fast speed, but as it fell, Yukimura's racquet swept forward and hit the ball.

"His speed...is really not that fast!"

A flash of surprise flashed in Fuji's eyes.

seem.

Faster than the last time I saw him in the indoor court!

Yukimura seemed to know what he was thinking, and explained: During this period, I have been increasing my speed, and your three counterattacks no longer work on me. "

"It's a psychological attack tactic."

Seigaku, Lin Bei had a faint smile on his face: "He wants Fuji to be shaken."

Unfortunately.

Fuji's expression did not change.

He waved backhand.

Bang!

-8#!

This time White Dragon.

It's not the kind that flew directly over the net before the ball rose.

But in Fuji's court, I flew up.

Yukimura raised his head and jumped up.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, he blocked (Wang Zhao)'s ball with a racquet.

"Even this White Dragon...can intercept it?"

Even Atobe, who is better at smashing, is in trouble.

Yukimura's jumping ability is really not simple.

"His force is different from Atobe Keigo's. It is more superb. His technique also has the effect of exerting maximum power with minimum force."

Fuji witnessed the whole process, solemnity flashing in his eyes.

When the tennis ball came flying, he reacted promptly.

He ran to the tennis ball that fell on the ground and whipped it with his backhand.

"What?"

But tell him immediately.

Fuji was more shocked than anyone else.

The tennis ball actually went through his racquet. .