The Prince of Tennis Perfect Tennis

"It's really a pity that I can't confront a man like you head-on!"

Ishida Gin thought slowly, and at the same time the racket crossed in front of Kawamura's sprint wave ball, and then...

"boom--!"

With a soft and crisp sound, there was no powerful hitting sound like the wave ball, Kawamura's sprint wave ball was completely invisible under Ishida Gin's swing——

"All swing balls are useless to me!"

Ishida silver said softly, as if everything he had done before he pronounced Kawamura had been rendered useless.

And his change also caused an uproar at the same time!

"Master Patriarch actually gave up head-on confrontation?" Someone in the cheerleader team at Sitianbao Temple exclaimed in an incredible way.

"It's normal, isn't it? After playing so many types of undulating balls in a row, even if it is Patriarch's arm, there is a lot of burden?" Some bright-eyed people can understand.

And Taocheng among the Qingxue people was even more incredible and exclaimed: "Then in this way, isn't Senior Kawamura doing completely useless work?"

Hearing such a sentence, everyone in Qingxue felt the same, and a strong sadness began to spread.

However, at this moment, Fuji suddenly said, "Perhaps this is not the case?"

"Ok?"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, a little unclear, but seeing that Fuji had been looking in one direction, they immediately followed Bu's gaze, and Wei Yilin stood there straight there.

Upon seeing this, Wei Yilin smiled slightly and said, "It's time!"

"It's time? Is it?"

After comprehending Wei Yilin's meaning, everyone in Qingxue was overjoyed, and they couldn't wait to look at the scene, where a posture that everyone was very familiar with was being skillfully presented by Kawamura.

"this is......."

Seeing this scene, Bai Shi in the Sitianbao Temple was slightly taken aback, his face was a little difficult to look, because he had recognized that this posture was clearly the start of the man from Qingxue.

At this time, Kawamura was also a rare opener and said: "You can invalidate all wave balls, I wonder if this trick is possible?"

"This trick?"

Ishida Gin recalled it carefully, and then he didn't know what he thought of, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Gonza?"

We must know that with Wei Yilin’s reputation, all of his skills have been promoted, which naturally also includes the existence of Gangshi, so Ishida Gin also knows, and it is because he understands that he will show that expression. , Especially the scene when Qingxue fought with Bingdi last time, he clearly experienced the power of Gang style once, and that terrible power still left his heart lingering.

So for the first time, he didn't have any idea of ​​underestimating his opponent.

"boom--!"

Suddenly, just as Ishida Gin’s heart turned sharply, Kawamura finally waved the tennis racket in his hand. His every move seemed simple, but there was an incomparably special rhythm in it, and it formed an inexplicable power to make anyone Still dare not look down upon.

"come yet?"

Ishida Gin took a deep breath and watched Kawamura's move.

Fortunately for him, Kawamura's Gang style seemed to be the kind of power that Wei Yilin had just learned and didn't have, otherwise he wouldn't have to play this game!

Thirty style...

Forty style...

Fifty styles.....

Sixty style.....

Seventies!

Ishida Gin took a breath. He didn't expect that Kawamura's semi-rigid pose could achieve the same power as his seventies wave ball. He was shocked and he didn't dare to be careless. At the same time, his right arm began to accumulate strength again. .

At this time, Watanabe Osa’s prompt not to use the wave ball has long been forgotten by him. After all, the rigid style is not a wave ball. He has no way to make it invalid. The only way is to play a stronger wave. The ball comes to resist!

But in such an urgent time to accumulate more than seventy-style wave balls, I have to say a word!difficult!

Fortunately, Ishida Gin deserves to have the title of Patriarch. Even so, he still accumulated his strength before Kawamura's Gang style arrived. Although this would cause a great burden on his arm, he couldn't manage that much!

"Seventy-five style wave ball!!!"

Ishida Yin shouted loudly and sternly. After all, it is a wave ball of 70 or more, and the energy required is definitely not comparable to the previous one.

However, is the Gang style really as simple as it seems?

When Ishida Gin’s tennis racket collided with Gossi...

"Boom——!"

A weird sound suddenly rang in the huge stadium, and then all the spectators present were extremely shocked to find that a small hole in the center of Ishida Silver's tennis racket was dangling on it. His racket was unexpectedly caught by Kawamura’s. Gang style broke!

"hiss----"

Ishida Gin took a breath, but when he carefully recalled the scene just now, he suddenly understood Kawamura’s Gosana. Although the power is only seventies, it was because he was in tennis when hitting the ball. With the addition of spin, the penetrating power of the tennis ball has reached the level of his ninety wave ball!

"Is it possible to contend with a 90-style wave ball?"

Ishida Silver murmured softly, looking at Wei Yilin inexplicably.

"Did you find it?" Wei Yilin smiled slightly, not paying too much attention.

The game continued, but the rest of the game seemed to return to the state at the beginning of the game. The determined Ishida silver actually hit a 90-type wave ball at the beginning, and this powerful wave ball is obviously It's not just that you can contend with a half-staggered rigid pose, so Kawamura once again became a "flying man", and he must go further than before!

Helplessly, Wei Yilin had to take over the important task of catching Hecun again.

"Aron, is it okay? If it doesn't work... forget it!"

Wei Yilin said in a heavy voice, it's not that he likes Hecun to lose, but Hecun's body is obviously more important in comparison.

"Let... let me finish this game! A Lin!"

Kawamura said in a weak voice, and then let Wei Yilin walk towards the playing field stubbornly without supporting himself!

"Aron..."

Wei Yilin hesitated to say something but stopped, looking at the weak stepping away back, only felt his nose sore.

At this time, Kawamura's actions also moved all the people present, and he couldn't help but warm applause from Sitianbao Temple.

However, these Kawamura can't hear clearly, and his consciousness is a little vague. He only remembers the last hungry ball of the sender to complete the game!