First Minister of Prince of Tennis

Foster!

After the smoke dissipated, Fu Shiman's figure gradually emerged, but his face remained cold. It makes people feel like a chill.

When the pupils of the audience were focused on him, the referee's voice pulled the match back to normal order.

"40 to 15, the second army reserve team scored!"

Just one goal away! You can win this game.

Slap! slap! slap!

On the court, Suzuki slowly hit the tennis ball, recovering from the shock just now.

nature!

The two words that Chiba had previously taught came to mind at this time, and after chanting silently in his heart, the last trace of tension was also suppressed.

Wrists rolled and arms waved, throwing the tennis ball in the air. ,

what!

The tennis ball flew up, and then he stepped on the ground and jumped with his arms naturally swinging forward from the back of his head.

Puff!

Following Suzuki's swing, the tennis ball was hit by the center of the net as it fell, and it suddenly turned into a streamer and flew towards Omagari at extremely high speed.

"I found that feeling!"

Obviously feeling that the power is better than the previous few goals, Chiba's face also showed appreciation. Foster's return has a great impact on Suzuki. The role of teammates in doubles match is really great.

After seeing the ball, Kaido Kazuo was amazed. From this serve, he knew that Suzuki's skill had completely crushed him.

On the sidelines, Fuji, who is also a technical player, also attaches great importance to this ball, which gives everyone a bright feeling.

"Come on, Suzuki!

Puff!

The tennis ball bounced on the ground in front of Omagari, and the streamer that the tennis made swung left and right, and everyone seemed to see a snake appearing in a merciless position.

"This kind of ball...how many different angles of force does it need to be hit?"

Inui Sadaharu raised the question, and then wrote crazy in the notebook, and there was also a touch of data flowing through the glasses.

Omagari looked at the powerful streamer he brought, and his heart was stunned. This serve was completely different from the previous one. Compared with the previous few balls, this ball has increased several times in terms of speed, power, and rotation.

Hidden strength?

This was Omagari's first thought, but he quickly reacted, and let's handle the immediate crisis first.

He wanted to be serious when he played well-preserving tennis. Suzuki is the first junior high school student to receive this treatment.

He clenched racquet tightly with both hands, and his figure kept violently shooting towards the back court. The sweat in the palms of the palms slowly overflowed. After grasping racquet, he caught up with the tennis ball that had just flown from the right to the left, and then flew back to the right from the left. The left hand drove the racquet directly to meet him.

Although this ball gave him a sense of urgency, there is no such thing as trying to suppress him completely from the momentum.

"Ah!"

With a sneer, racquet had just received a tennis ball and a cloud of smoke was raised.

"Well?!"

Suddenly, Omagari's figure was shocked, and his right hand, who had felt the immense power, suddenly lost consciousness.

Puff! Pop!

When the smoke dissipated, the pits on the ground and the net racquet made the referee, who could only rely on the feeling of the judgment, hesitate to report the score.

"5 to 1, the second army reserve team won this round!!

Come to the match point!

"Ryuuji is actually weaker than a middle school student? This serve...is the power so strong!"

"The whirlpool...?

Byodoin was hesitant to speak, as if it had touched taboos, he didn't dare to speak any more. Then he cast his gaze back into the arena, observing the wrists of racquet and Omagari that fell on the ground.

"...Well, it's still a lot worse! At best, it can be considered a model, you know, it's...professional player's famous skill!"

Serve after homophony addition!

Chiba looked at this scene with some expectation.

"Is Tanegashima's serve bureau?"

Tanegashima watched his teammate's racquet being slapped, and his heart was calm, but it was his turn to stand up.

what!

He opened his mouth wide and yawned.

The tennis ball in his hand was hit directly without being affected by lying in front of the net. The cold body still hits such a powerful serve every day. But... his greatness is not in serve.

Puff!

The tennis screamed, and Fosman in front of the net did not prepare for the tennis to pass. Raising the racquet in his hand, Tanegashima's serve was hit back.

Woolen cloth!

"15 to 0! The first army scored!"

There are no seven!

After a few rounds, Tanegashima's excellent judgment brought the "death" which can always be hit in unexpected places, and even if the tacit understanding between Suzuki and Fusman is in place, Tanegashima can't help it for a while.

Bang!

"30 to 0! The first army scored!"

"One army won this round, the score was 5 to 2!"

The serve bureau of Fusmond.

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