The Eye of the Emperor of Net King

At this time, among the crowds watching the battle around, there was a strangely dressed existence, and the unique height, which made the others around as if they had become the people of Lilliput.

From a distance, this person is at least more than 210cm tall, with long hair tied behind his head, wearing a white coat like a researcher, and a T-shirt underneath, the devil knows how he endured such a hot day.

If Akaji sees it, he will definitely recognize him as the spiritual coach of the U17 training camp, Saito Yuki, who seems to be gentle and will actually ruthlessly eliminate players who are not strong and are always looking for players who are persistent in winning.



U17 spiritual coach - Saito Zhi

should not have appeared here, junior high school students are not his main observation target, but because Mitsuya brought U17 intelligence, their coaching staff noticed that there seem to be many talented players in this year's junior high school class, Especially one person specially pointed out by Mitsuya - Seijuro Akaji!

In addition, the people of Fudo Mine and Tachikai Dai also aroused their interest, so in this Kanto tournament, Saito, who is a spiritual coach, plans to see with his own eyes whether what Mitsuya said is true.

In the doubles match just now, Saito did not get close, but stood by a large tree to watch, so even Akaji did not notice his presence, and this time because Akaji personally played, he was closer.

But to be honest, the game just now did shock him, just two first-year middle school students, there was actually a trace of a different dimension aura flashing on his body, and the special ability resonance also made him very interested.

In addition, Yakuzu has a physical talent that far exceeds ordinary people, and Saito believes that if Takumi Ryuji sees it, that guy will be extremely excited.

At this time, Yamato was standing on the bottom line, his left hand rubbing on the right hand of the pat, although he had been recuperating for a while, Yamato himself knew in his heart that his arm had not fully recovered, and once it exceeded the limit, it might recur.

But he will not give up easily because of this, even if he really relapses, just recover part of it before the national competition, Qingxue finally entered the national competition this year, he has no regrets, even if he fights to scrap his right hand, Yamato will take Qingxue even if he goes one step forward.

Yamato took a deep breath, threw the tennis ball in his hand high, made an imperceptible strange movement when swinging the racket with his right hand, and the tennis ball flew straight towards the wooden hand in the left backcourt, just when the wooden hand was about to catch the ball, the tennis ball suddenly disappeared like a bubble, and there was a sound of a tennis ball landing on the right side.

"Dreams!"

However, the wooden hand reacted extremely quickly, a trace of essence crossed his eyes, and a flash appeared in the bottom right corner, as if teleporting, quickly intercepted the tennis ball that was about to fly out of the court, and then a diagonal whip back.

"Isn't it really that simple?" Yamato whispered, quickly running to the receiving point, he tried to delay time for Kansadaharu as much as possible for the first two rounds, so that he could collect data.

And Akaji, who had been in the front court, did not move much, but the huge spiritual power had begun to slowly surround the wooden hand, and this scene made Saito jump out of the corner of his eye.

In the intelligence of Mitsuya, Akaji is not a mental power player, but as a mental coach, he will definitely not feel wrong, and now the huge spiritual power on the field has even far surpassed that of ordinary high school students.

However, what makes Saito a little curious is that in general, mental power is used on himself or his opponent, but it is really rare for Akaji to act on teammates.

The game continues, and although Yamato's five dimensions are very low, his resilience is not comparable to ordinary people, desperately chasing the tennis ball, and Kansadaharu is also collecting data while helping Yamato fight back.

On the other hand, Akaji basically did not move much, and occasionally when the ball flew towards him, he would fight back at will, most of them were wooden hands alone catching the ball, and the wooden hand figure constantly flashed back and forth in his own half, stunned the spectators who watched the Fudofeng game for the first time.

“0-15！"

In the end, Mu Shou still relied on a slap to win this first point, and at this moment, Mu Shou suddenly felt that something was guiding the power deep in his body.

Remembering what Akaji said before the match, he didn't have any thoughts of fear or resistance, and still bent down seriously, waiting for Yamato's serve on the opposite side, and Akaji on the side burst into a reddish arc in his eyes at this moment.

Yamato still played a fantasy, but faced with the wooden hand with the all-round land shrinkage method, it had little effect, not only that, but even Akaji, who had just seemed to have been touching a fish, also moved, which doubled the pressure on Yamato and Kansadaji.

Of course, Akaji didn't do his best at all, and he didn't even use 50% of his strength, and his main purpose in this game was to guide the potential in the wooden hand body and let him break through the national level, so he would only assist the wooden hand to fight back.

The wooden hand feels smoother and smoother, and even Yamato's illusion dream can be perceived in advance, which is Akaji's spiritual power guiding his sensory function, enhancing his observation power, and laying the foundation for the subsequent dark shot.

“0-30！"

“0-40！"

“GAME！ Fudo peak! 1-0！ "

As the wooden hand moves faster and faster, the attack also becomes more and more fierce, making Yamato and Kansadaharu difficult to parry, plus Akaji fills in from time to time, and soon wins the first game.

"Is this using mental power to guide your teammates? It's so interesting, sure enough, Mizuya-san said well, this Seijuro Akaji should focus on! Saito whispered outside the venue.

When it was Akaji's turn to serve, it was just a simple flat blow without even much strong spin, which made Kansadaharu, who had been observing Akaji, frown, which was completely different from the Akaji he predicted.

It can only be said that the spiritual power of Kansadaharu and Yamato is too weak to sense the terrifying spiritual power that pervades the field, otherwise they would not be so puzzled.

Even so, Kite's one-man attack overwhelmed them, especially the return ball with the added sweet zone technique, which made their arms numb, and even Yamato's racket was knocked off several times.

But slowly, Kansadaharu also collected the data of wooden hands, and Akaji did not mean to take the initiative to attack, but made him temporarily relieved, but he would not relax his observation of Akaji.

“GAME！ Fudo peak! 2-0！ Akaji

and Kite won the game again, but Kigo knew that Kansadaharu on the other side should have collected his data, and it might not be so easy next.

Sure enough, at the beginning of the third game, Sadaharu Kansadaharu gave Akaji and Kite a surprise, but it was not a data tennis ball, but his serve, and I saw Sadaharu Kansadaharu throw the tennis ball high, the muscles on his forearm and waist bulged, and he hit the falling tennis ball hard, and the tennis ball flew to the opposite half with great speed.

Akaji could see at a glance that the speed of the ball was at least about 190 kilometers, which was not much different from the previous serve of Takahisa Kajimoto, and the wooden hand was also a little surprised, but he still used the shrinking method to dodge to the drop point.

"Is this serve the prototype of a waterfall? It seems that you have put in a lot of effort in private, Kansadaharu~" Akaji said in a low voice with a chuckle.

The tennis ball was quickly struck back by the wooden hand, and Sadaharu Kan was not surprised at all, this was already within his calculations, quickly ran to the receiving point, his brain was running at high speed, calculating the occurrence of various probabilities.

"With the ground shrinking method, the probability of receiving a straight ball is 90%! The probability of hitting a bottom corner whip is 86%! As

he spoke, he directly returned a straight ball, and at the same time signaled Yamato to run towards the bottom corner, and the wooden hand appeared at the drop point in an instant, and hit a bottom corner whip.

"Oh? Is it the same data tennis as Mitsuya-san? In Qingxue, it seems that he is Qian Zhenzhi, a good boy! Saito said with some appreciation, maybe in two years, they will have another staff officer in U17, and tomorrow they should also pay attention to the Tachikai big player named Liu Lianji.

As early as before coming to the Kanto Grand Prix, Mitsuya had already predicted the two sides of the final according to the schedule, and the probability of Fudomine and Tachikai was 94%, so Saito was the first to observe Fudomine's match today, and Tachikai Dai was never too late to wait for tomorrow's final.

Yamato, who had already run to the bottom corner in advance, held the racket with both hands, fought back the ball, and the tennis ball flew straight to the half of Akaji and Kite.

"Akaji has an 81% probability of catching the ball and an 87% probability of topspin!"

However, just as Kansadaharu was about to run in advance, the tennis ball was intercepted by a racket just after passing the net, and the wooden hand appeared in front of the net at some point, and a light short ball made neither Kansadaharu nor Yamato react.

“0-15！"

"Is the data skewed? Wrong! The wooden hand is constantly surpassing my data! How is this possible! Kansadaharu said with some surprise.

At this time, if you look carefully through the glasses of the wooden hand, you will find that there is a faint reddish light around the pupil, and the state of the wooden hand is constantly improving, which means that his potential is constantly being guided out by Akaji.

"The probability of a baseline ball is 97%... What the! It's actually a rice spoon! "

“0-30！"

"Straight-line ball probability 82%, data correction 3%... This is a corner kick, how is it possible! "

“0-40！"

"The probability of a rice spoon is 89%... Wrong! The rotational flight angle of tennis balls has been increased by 6%! "

“GAME！ Fudo peak! 3-0！ Exchange venues! "

Four goals in a row, all of Kansadaji's data is wrong, or it shouldn't be said that it is a mistake, but the wooden hand is constantly strengthening his strength, so that Kansadaji's data cannot be updated in time.

"Through mental power to constantly guide the potential of your teammates, let them inspire more powerful strength, can you actually achieve this point?" Saito said with some emotion.

During a short break, Yamato inquires about the state of Sada Kan, and he also found that the data tennis ball that had just been taken by Sadaju Kan seemed to have failed.

"Don't worry, Minister Yamato, although it is incredible, the strength of the wooden hand is indeed constantly improving, which makes the data I collect unable to keep up with in time, but then I need to increase the speed of data correction!" Kansadaharu said with a firm face.

Yamato didn't say anything more after hearing this, but just glanced at Akaji, who was still smiling on the other side, and he had an intuition that the change in wooden hands was most likely due to Akaji doing something they didn't know.

After swapping venues, the game begins again, this time it is the turn of Kitoe to serve, and both Sadaharu Kansadaharu and Yamato retreat behind the bottom line, because they know that Kogo will definitely serve with a big explosion.

Sure enough, with an explosive hit, the tennis ball flew straight to the half of Qingxue with strong kinetic energy, and after rebounding from the ground, it still went unabated and flew towards the bottom line on the right.

Yamato held the racket in both hands and used all his strength to face the tennis ball swing, but unfortunately he didn't even hold on for a moment, the racket was knocked out, and the tennis ball also flew out of the court.

“ACE！ 15-0！

"This ball is 9% more powerful and faster than the previous stats!" Kansadaharu said as he lifted his glasses.

“ACE！ 30-0！ "

“ACE！ 40-0！ "

“GAME！ Fudo peak! 4-0！ "

Three more big explosion serves, even though Sadaharu Kansadaharu and Yamato tried everything they could to unload their strength, they couldn't escape the end of the racket being knocked away.

You must know that the wooden hand who has mastered the technique of the sweet area, the power of the big explosion serve is stronger than in the original book, and with the current Kansadaji and Yamato, it is simply impossible to deal with it.

Coming to Yamato's serve again, without hesitation, he still made a dream, although Yamato also knew that it might not work, but all he could do now was to do his best.

The wooden hand also did not hesitate to use the ground shrinkage method to catch up with the tennis ball in the opposite direction, and quickly shot back, and Kansadaharu kept correcting the data in his mind, which caused a slight tingling pain in his temple.

But Mute's strength at this time is already infinitely close to the national level, and the gap in strength dooms Kansadaharu to be in vain, even if Yamato fights again, it is useless, and some things can not be made up by desperately.

“0-15！"

“0-30！"

“0-40！"

Soon came the end of the game, at this time Yamato and Kansadaharu were under extremely great pressure, and the wooden hand alone made them unable to resist, not to mention an even more unfathomable Akaji on the side.

Yamato sent out the tennis ball again, and Sadaharu Kan was also quickly calculating the data, when Akaji suddenly felt the aura on the wooden hand suddenly increase by a section, and it seemed that he had finally temporarily broken through to the national level.

And the wooden hand also felt the change in itself after hitting the serve back, but did not have time to think about it, Kansadaharu had already played the tennis ball back, and the wooden hand did not hesitate to pump the tennis ball, and at the same time attached a complex rotation along the feeling.

After the tennis ball flew over the net, a dazzling flight trajectory appeared in the air, which made both Sadaharu Kansadaharu and Yamato stunned, and then the tennis ball flew directly out of the court after landing.

"Big rice spoon Qian!"

“GAME！ Fudo peak! 5-0！ At

this moment, the wooden hand's eyes shot the same reddish lightning as Akaji, and officially entered the state of "pseudo-ZONE"!