First Minister of Prince of Tennis

Puff!

Domoto's powerful arm held the racquet, and the home run was a smash.

The tennis ball galloped across the net, bounced off the ground while breathing, and appeared beside Duke Watanabe, just about to fly out.

"Isn't 80% of the power enough to cause trouble to you?"

The speed of this middle school student's transformation made Byodoin a little surprised. Facing Duke, he didn't show his full strength at the beginning, but instead was a temptation. He had to boast: courage is commendable.

The corner of Duke's mouth was slightly tilted, looking at Domoto, whose facial expression did not show any strenuousness, he also increased his alertness to Domoto. When he shook his figure, he appeared out of bounds and was also on the side of the tennis ball.

The speed of such a big body has such an amazing explosive power, and Chiba is also shocked to see that he feels the powerful strength of Duke Watanabe. Immediately, he looked at Byodoin Temple naturally and knew the true gold content of the No. 1 Japanese team.

Between the arms stretched back, the racquet in the hand was like a full bow, released instantly.

Puff!

It was another home run.

"000 Duke home runs can even be used to hit back. It seems that we still underestimate the No. 3 team."

"Oh, I feel that it is still very difficult for middle school students to win this round. The two Atobes who won the round before, paid the price of blood."

"Yes, and their opponents are only No. 9 and No. 10, and Domoto's opponent is the former ace of the French team, and now the No. 3 national team in Japan."

Before seeing Domoto’s load and Duke playing inextricably, Ben had great hopes for Domoto. Now that Duke’s home run is sufficient for all-round and unrestricted use, the group of people who originally supported the middle school students began to waver.

Ah! He appeared on the home run side while his body was shaking!

Fifth ball!

Feeling that racquet sinks in his hands again, Domoto is still shooting up with one hand, racquet pumping from top to bottom.

Woolen cloth!

...(bbbj)

The number of rounds keeps increasing, but still can't tell the victory or defeat, the two sides are still evenly matched.

Ninth ball!

It was another home run. The ball already carried Duke ten percent of the strength, that is, the ball that Duke delivered with all his strength, but he still let Domoto catch two goals.

Duke is still very calm, looking at his opponent indifferently, feeling like he is holding the winning ticket.

Domoto was already struggling to take over. The audience himself was passive. He had already played seven goals in a row and had no chance to adjust. His breathing rhythm is already a bit chaotic, and he feels that the ball is about to fall, and he keeps breathing heavily to adjust his rhythm.

Constantly competing against one's own limits, there is no chance to adjust, it is difficult for anyone to persevere, relying on tenacious willpower to do it.

"Go back to me!"

After a roar, a steady stream of power rushed to the arm, feeling like I was charged.

Woolen cloth!

After the loud noise, it was the scene at the sound source. In a messy site, there were a few more cracks under Domoto's feet, and it looked like it was about to collapse.

Huhu~

Everyone hurriedly looked for yellow tennis balls around Domoto's court, but after searching for a long time, they could not see them. A subconscious denial thing floated in their minds.

"Could it be...Toumoto successfully hit the ball back, and Duke failed to hit it back without us seeing it?

"It shouldn't be possible. The first few balls were reluctant to return. Instead, they could calmly return the ball once at the weakest time. No, there is no non-existent place.

When I saw where the tennis ball fell, some faces felt a burning pain.

The ball did land on Duke's side, just in front of the net.

"15 to 15! The second army reserve team scored.

"Domoto actually scored a point against that kind of opponent, it's really miraculous."

"Don't look at it. How can there be vulgar generations in the national championship team."

Domoto listened to the chattering voices around him, talking about himself and the ball just now, but he couldn't bother at this moment. Now he was just lying on the ground in a puddle of ooze.

Huhu~!

Panting constantly, just to win this commemorative goal.

Now there is only... the tenth ball-the last one! With Duke Watanabe's demeanor and identity, he will never break his promise.

"To push me to this point, you are already proud and proud of yourself."

In his opinion, the ball just now was enough to destroy Tōmoto, making Tōmoto completely powerless to fight again. But now, apart from being overly tired, there are no symptoms, and with Tangben's resilience, it will inevitably be alive and well without a long time.

"The last ball, are you ready?"

"Just come.

Puff!

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Duke, who seemed to be the same as usual, screamed at homer, Domoto also squeezed a sweat on his palms, his hands clenched racquet tightly, and he dared not to slight the ball.

Mocking! Mocking! Meow!

The tennis ball made a popping sound during the delay, but it did not affect the speed of the ball.

In the blink of an eye, the tennis ball appeared in Domoto's hunting area, and he greeted him with a racquet.

how come?

Bang,

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