The Eye of the Emperor of Net King

After the match, Akaji returned to the coach's dugout, allowing Tezuka to return to the audience first to digest the feeling of being seamless, believing that Tezuka's talent would soon be able to open on his own.

After Akaji was in the dugout for a while, the feeling of dizziness subsided a lot, this feeling was not good, Akaji no longer planned to use this trick in a short time, anyway, now all the main selections have almost found their own tennis path.

He can also return to singles, and at the same time, he can focus on improving his strength, at least before touching U17, he must have the strength to compete with Byodoin and Ghost.

The singles three-way match was about to begin, and Yakuzu had finished warming up and came to the sidelines to prepare for the match, and Akaji didn't tell Yakutsu anything, he believed that Yakuzu knew what to do.

On the other side, Yukimura's heart relaxed a lot after seeing Yakuzu's appearance, it seems that the plan has not shifted too much, originally Yanagi Lianji speculated that Yakuzu should appear in the singles third position, but now it is true.

Yukimura turned his head to look at Maori who looked helpless, and said a little cautiously:

"Maori senior, you should know that this match will determine the final victory to a large extent, so I hope you can do your best to win!"

"I know~ Little Minister, you really make people!" Mao Li still had a helpless expression, but there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

With the announcement of the referee, Yakuzu and Maori came to the net, Maori generously stretched out his hand, ready to shake hands with Yakuzu, although Yakuzu was a little unhappy, but still gave Maori this face, stretched out his hand and touched it.

"Oh~ It's a really scary expression!" Maori said with a smile.

"Cut!" Yakuzu took a sip and didn't say anything more.

The guess was quickly completed, Yakuzu won the serve, and Mori shrugged his shoulders, not caring about it in the slightest, and went to the back court to prepare to receive the serve.

Yakuzu stood on the bottom line, remembering the retelling of the rabbit seat just now, did not hesitate, after throwing the tennis ball, the arm muscles bulged, and against the falling tennis ball is to swing the racket fiercely, the tennis ball instantly crossed the net, landed and flew directly out of the court.

“15-0！"

Mao Li's pupils froze, and the serve just now made him not react for a while, 'It seems that he can't be careless', Mao Li thought secretly.

"Ball speed 199 km! It seems that Yakuzu's strength has improved again, and he is really a monster! Liu Lianer said with some surprise.

"Don't worry, Renji! Maori seniors will not lose! Sanada, who had finished applying ice, said.

Yakuzu once again made a super-high-speed serve, this time Maori was fully focused, and quickly rushed to the drop point to knock the tennis ball back.

Yakuzu was also undeterred, full of wild movements, which surprised some first-time viewers, and the fierce confrontation between the two did not last long, and soon Yakuzu had the upper hand.

Although Maori and Yakuzu are both national players, Yakuzu's unusual movements make it difficult for people to adapt in a short time, so Maori did not pay attention to the flaw, and Yakuzu seized the opportunity to win another point.

“30-0！"

Akaji looked at Maori on the sidelines, and he also had some emotion in his heart, saying that Maori's style of play is actually closer to Shiraishi, but he is not as extremely balanced as Shiraishi, but there is nothing particularly outstanding.

The only thing that makes an impression on Maori in the original book is the two tricks of sleeping and forcibly dislocated, which belong to players with amazing perseverance and excellent balance in five dimensions, but without any strong ball skills.

Such a Maori is easier to deal with for Yakuzu, pure tennis against the attack, Yakuzu has not been afraid of anyone, sure enough, in the face of Yakuzu, who can always make some unexpected returns, Maori is quite difficult to deal with.

“40-0！"

“GAME！ Fudo peak! 1-0！ When

it was Maori's turn, Maori standing on the bottom line took a deep breath, the cynical expression on his face had completely disappeared, replaced by incomparable solemnity, and after quickly sending out the tennis ball, he rushed to the net.

For Mao Li, intercepting in front of the net is better, his left and right movements are very outstanding, but the relative front and back movements are not so flexible.

And Yakuzu is also a guy who only knows how to attack, and after returning the attack, he also rushed to the front of the net without saying a word, and the two began to attack at high speed again in front of the net, but Maori has begun to gradually adapt to Yakuzu's way of playing, so Yakuzu can no longer score as easily as before.

“15-0！"

“15-15！"

“15-30！"

“15-40！"

“30-40！"

But overall, it was still Yakuzu who had the upper hand, and before he knew it, Yakuzu's body rose with a black-red aura and entered a wild state.

“GAME！ Fudo peak! 2-0！ "

Yakuzu, who is in a wild state, has raised both reaction and explosiveness to a level, which makes it difficult for Maori to cope for a while, but Maori does not have a panicked expression on his face.

In the third game, Yakuzu still played a super-high-speed serve, and with the blessing of wildness, the ball speed has exceeded 200 kilometers, surpassing the heavy cannon serve of Phoengaro in the original work.

In the face of such a high-speed serve, Maori closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, when the tennis ball flew in, Maori instantly opened his eyes, his pupils turned purple, and the body instinctively drove to quickly catch up with the tennis, that kind of action has an indescribable beauty.



sleeping Maori is very different from Cilang's, Cilang is because of physical reasons, so Maori teaches him how to let the body rely on instinctive action, while Maori himself is a method of accumulation, the body falls into sleep to accumulate strength, but greatly improves concentration, It can distinguish the opponent's movement and ball type in an instant.

And the body falling into a short sleep accumulation can burst out stronger strength, can be said to be Maori unique special state skill, once he uses this move, often means that he is completely serious.

Sure enough, the sleeping Maori appeared to be comfortable with Yakuzu's attack on the opposite side, and although his eyes were closed, it did not affect his return ball in the slightest, making Yakuzu slowly begin to get cranky.

“0-15！"

“0-30！"

“15-30！"

“15-40！"

“GAME！ Lihai Daifu High School! 2-1！ Exchange venues! Maori

won the third game by sleeping, and Yakuzu looked at Maori with his eyes closed, and his heart became more and more unhappy, but Maori immediately sobered up and returned to the coach's dugout to rehydrate.

"How are the Maori seniors? Can it still cope? Yukimura asked Mori with a smile.

"Barely~ After all, the other side is not a simple opponent!" Maori replied seemingly casually.

On the other side, Akaji looked at the somewhat irritable Yakuzu, and slowly spoke:

"Calm down, Yakuzu!" Your strength is not below your opponent, don't be swayed by your own emotions!

"Got it! Don't command me! Yakuzu said impatiently, but his breathing became steady.

After the exchange of venues, the two sides began to play again, again fiercely clashing, and the aggressive offensive of Yakuzu contrasted sharply with Maori's highly aesthetic movements.

Akaji, who was on the sidelines, took out a racket and put it on his leg, and then continued to look at the field, the two did not give in to each other, and the score was constantly rising.

“GAME！ Lihai Daifu High School! 2-2！ "

“GAME！ Fudo peak! 3-2！ "

“GAME！ Fudo peak! 4-2！ Exchange venues! "

“GAME！ Lihai Daifu High School! 4-3！ "

“GAME！ Lihai Daifu High School! 4-4！ "

Soon the match was tied at 4-4, which was actually beyond Yukimura and Yanagiji's expectations, originally in their plan, Maori should have been able to suppress Akuzu, but now it seems that it is clearly a close match.

At this moment, Yakuzu, who was standing on the bottom line and preparing to serve, saw Akaji who took out the racket on the side, and made up his mind in his heart, without hesitation, the tennis ball in his hand suddenly emitted a golden light, and a tennis ball like a cannonball blasted towards the Maori half, but Akaji could clearly feel that Akutsu still took some of his strength.

"Light shot!"

Maori also opened his eyes instantly after feeling this serve, and then actually directly held the racket in both hands to prepare to catch the ball, and after the tennis ball blasted a dense crack on the ground, the trend flew to the rear Maori without abating.

The moment Maori received the ball, there was an incomparably huge impact on his arms, but he gritted his teeth and did not let go of the racket, and finally saw a scorched black tennis ball slowly fall to the ground, and Maori had broken most of the racket line.

“15-0！"

"Oh? Can you barely block a light shot of this level? It's really amazing~ Mori Shouzaburō! Akaji said softly.

The referee announced the suspension of the game, Maori went to the sidelines to change the racket, and Yukimura asked with some concern:

"Are you okay with Maori senior?" Are there any injuries?

"I'm all right, little minister! But this game may need to be desperate! Maori said with a wry smile.

Yukimura frowned and fell silent, although he had seen Yakuzu's half-finished light strike before, and Yanagi Renji had also heard about the match between Fudomine and Josei Shonan, but he didn't expect that even Maori seniors could not completely block it, and this time it was difficult.

The game resumed, Yakuzu did not have any worries, and played a light shot again, while Mori used all his strength to fight back, although it was a little better than just now, at least the racket was not damaged, but just blocking it had exhausted his strength and was no longer able to hit back.

“30-0！"

"It's really troublesome~" Maori said in distress.

Akaji glanced at Yakuzu with a strange look on the sidelines, he didn't expect that Yakuzu would actually suppress the power of light battering, originally he had planned to intercept it, so as not to accidentally hurt the audience, all powerful light shots are definitely not something that Maori can resist now.

Then, as before, Yakuzu still played a light hitting serve, although the opposite Maori was very desperate, but unfortunately there was no effect, and it was already good to be able to block it.

“40-0！"

“GAME！ Fudo peak! 5-4！ Exchange venues!

Maori looked at his hands that had begun to tremble and smiled wryly again, the odds of him winning this game were already very slim, unless he could find a way to deal with the light shot.

It can be said that if you don't know the super sweet zone technology, it's a fool's dream to want to hit the light shot, even if the power is incomplete, you must know that this trick is in the hands of the Byodoin ghost used a different dimension ghost.

It was Maori again's turn to serve, and although Maori thought that the odds of winning were no longer great, he still wanted to fight and just gave up on that too little.

At this moment, Maori couldn't help but think of Sanada, the deputy minister who is usually extremely harsh on himself, today would rather have his legs injured than fight to win the game, but what about himself? Usually training can escape or escape, the game can also hide and hide, do you really love tennis?

But there was no time to give him more thought, the referee was already urging him to serve, Maori shook his head, forced himself to stop thinking about it, and then quickly sent the tennis ball out.

Yakutsu did not come up and use the light shot this time, but fought with Maori again in front of the net, and he also had his own pride and wanted to win over Maori in ordinary opponents.

However, Yakuzu soon found that Maori had fallen into a deep sleep again, and he slowly began to fall into the downwind, and Yakuzu gritted his teeth without hesitation and hit the light shot again.

“0-15！"

“0-30！"

“0-40！"

In the face of Yakuzu's light shot, Maori has no way but to watch his continuous loss of points, and the surrounding audience is also stunned at this moment, although the power of light hitting is not fully exerted, but just the light tennis ball is enough to break their cognition.

The match has reached the end of the game, and it can be said that Maori has almost lost now, but he still tries hard to send the tennis ball out, and still unfolds his attacking stance.

Yakuzu looked at such a Maori and showed a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, but it was fleeting, and then played the last light shot, and Maori did not hesitate to meet the ball with both hands in his hands, and even roared in his mouth!

"Give it to me! ........ Get back! Maori let out a hoarse cry.

The tennis ball was spinning wildly on the racket, and at the last moment actually let Maori play back, but the quality of the ball can be said to be quite poor.

And Yakuzu looked at the slowly flying hanging high ball, and his face showed an excited expression, and Akaji knew that things were not good when he saw this expression of Yakuzu, and quickly picked up the racket and stood up.

Yakuzu jumped high, and the strength of his body converged on his right hand, and it was a violent smash against the tennis ball, and the tennis ball bloomed with a dazzling golden light the moment it was hit by the racket, almost making people unable to open their eyes.

"This is the real light shot!" Yakuzu shouted excitedly in the air.

After flying over the net, the tennis ball turned into a golden tennis ball the size of half a court, wrapped in a momentum of destruction and bombarded towards Maori with a momentum of destruction!

"Get out of the way! Māori senior! Yukimura shouted from the sidelines.

At this moment, Mao Li's brain did not fully react, looking at this huge golden tennis ball, he didn't know what to do, and even began to play back the marquee in his mind, but the sleeping body instinctively saved his life, and quickly pounced to the side.

The tennis ball flew over the Maori and smashed on the back court, and suddenly a huge roar came, the ground was instantly knocked out of a huge crater, and the dust flew all over the sky, but the tennis ball still emitted golden light after bouncing and flew towards the outside court.

The audience watching behind Maori immediately prepared to scatter, but unfortunately it was too late, and just when they were desperate, Akaji's figure suddenly appeared on the flight path of the tennis ball, and the racket in his hand directly met the light shot.

A violent force frantically hit Akaji's racket, but it was resisted by Akaji, and slowly the power on the tennis ball became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared into invisibility, and a completely deformed tennis ball lay quietly on Akaji's racket.

“GAME！ 6-4！ The game is over! Winner, Fudofeng Middle School! "