Kick Me Out Of Seishun And Go To Hyotei As A Tennis Mercenary

"No way? Seriously?"

Monitoring room.

Kurobe saw that in a competition of pure strength, Oni was no match for Chen Fan, and even the racquet was knocked out, so he stood up excitedly.

"impossible!"

"It doesn't make sense!!"

"Love without using [Asura Shinto], remove the bulldozer Duke Watanabe who traveled and practiced outside, it should be the most powerful ghost.

"The strong body, the burly physique, actually lost to that Chen Fan?"

"Is there a mistake!???"

Kurobe became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes widened and he couldn't believe it.

Now he even began to wonder if the ghost was bought.

Start playing him.

But Tsuge Ryūji, who has always done research on body muscle groups, spoke at this moment.

"No, it's not."

"That Chen Fan's muscle strength is actually no less than that of a ghost."

As Tsuge Ryūji said, he motioned to Saitō Itaru to recall the video of Chen Fan's ball just now.

When the screen appeared that Chen Fan was catching the ghost's serve, he quickly signaled to stop.

The screen freezes.

Chen Fan's muscle state before swinging the racquet appeared on the screen.

"Look."

"His forearm and forearm muscle groups are perfectly fluid and mobilized at the same time."

"Even the blue veins were stimulated by him.

"This shows that his own muscle density is very high."

"A normal person's muscle fibers in the upper arm are far less than half of his."

"This Chen Fan's muscles, muscles and bones are far beyond the level of other people."

"The explosive power is also many times that of others."

"So, it's perfectly normal for him to be able to fight back against the ghost's serve, and even double his power again.

"This Chen Fan is like a small electric motor with full energy."

Even Tsuge Ryūji felt incredible about the state of Chen Fan's muscles and bones.

In the process of explaining, even he can't help but want to have Chen Fan's muscles.

"There's no need to be so excited, Kurobe."

"The gap in realm cannot be made up by the body.

Saitō Itaru signaled Kurobe to be calm.

"That's right, after all [Asura Shinto] and normal power tennis, there is still a gap.

Kurobe nodded.

Thinking of the scene where the ghost used [Asura Shinto] to knock Chen Fan into the air just now.

My heart suddenly settled down a lot.

In this match with Chen Fan, winning or losing will directly affect the credibility of the court.

If you let Chen Fan, who is chaotic and challenged the court rules, leave the u-17 training camp safely.

Then once the matter gets out.

I am afraid that not only the management of the players in the court will be affected.

Even the u-17 training camps in other countries [I am afraid they will laugh at them.

so.

Kurobe still paid too much attention to this game.

The three of them once again set their sights on the surveillance screen.

At that time.

The ghost who knocked out the racquet with a ball by Chen Fan turned around and picked up the racquet.

"Uncle, it's better to activate [Asura Shinto]."

"If [Asura Shinto] is not activated, I am invincible."

Wow

Chen Fan's words came from the opposite side.

Immediately stimulated the hearts of everyone.

Everyone looked at Chen Fan in disbelief.

arrogant!

Invincible?

How dare he!!

Even if he is as strong as a professional player, he wouldn't dare to say such a thing, would he?

Just for an instant.

Chen Fan's words aroused heated discussions among high school students watching the game.

"Invincible?"

The ghost turned around, his tone watery.

【Asura Shinto】appeared again.

The purple-black halo appeared again, covering the ghost's whole body again.

soon.

Those eyes full of fighting spirit and bloodthirsty appeared.

see this scene

Chen Fan on the opposite side was not surprised but delighted.

Fighting against the ghost who has activated 【Asura Shinto】, he can clearly feel the aura of his 【Asura Shinto】.

Chen Fan has a preview.

soon.

soon.

Just hold on a little longer.

I will be able to touch the gate of [Asura Shinto] right away.

That's why I provoke the ghost with words and deliberately provoke him.

03-!!

opposite.

The angry ghost hit serve again.

The huge tennis ball flew towards Chen Fan like a big truck.

"Search!"

"locking!"

"Information about the weakness of this ball!"

"I can find it!"

"It can be found clearly!"

"Follow the feeling just now!"

"That fleeting [Asura Shinto] gate!"

now.

Chen Fan's mental strength and concentration are highly concentrated.

He stared fixedly at the truck-like tennis ball that had already flown in front of him.

in mind.

Tennis is getting closer.

The next moment.

Chen Fan was about to be knocked out.

suddenly!

Chen Fan's eyes widened suddenly.

On that huge tennis surface, there was a faint, bright green spot.

This bright spot is extremely glaring.

The color is exactly the same as the green light in [The Limit of Seamless Cloth].

"There it is!! This is it!!"

"A flash of light just now!"

Chen Fan was full of excitement, just when the tennis ball was about to knock him into the air.

He holds up the racquet.

Aim at the small green light spot on the tennis ball.

swing.

"boom!!!"

The big tennis ball in front of him disappeared instantly.

The hand holding the racquet can clearly feel the touch of hitting the tennis ball.

Instantly.

Tennis after Chen Fan swings the racquet.

It's like standing still.

With Chen Fan's vigorous swing.

Suddenly it was as if being squeezed by a spring [quickly flew into the ghost's court.

"how is this possible!!!!"

"He hit the ball back!!"

Tokugawa, who has always been calm and calm, saw Chen Fan hit the ball back.

I was not calm on the spot.

Holding the coach chair tightly with both hands.

He has never seen anyone hit back this ghost's ball.

No!

It should be said that no one can stand on the court after seeing this ball.

In the past in the u-17 training camp, after the ghost hit this ball.

Opponents will be knocked into the air without exception.

this ball.

It can be said to be the ultimate move of ghosts.

the other side.

The ghost who turned on [Asura Shinto] in a state of rage, saw the moment when the tennis ball flew back towards him.

There was a gleam of clarity in my mind.

"Unexpectedly! You actually hit the ball back!?"

The ghost was startled when he saw the ball was hit back.

The gesture is to lift the racquet and hit the ball back.

next moment.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

Opposite the court.

Behind Chen Fan.

A small man exuding a dazzling emerald green light appeared.

"!!!???"

Before the ghost figured out what was behind Chen Fan.

court changes again!

When the flying tennis ball passed the net, it became bigger in an instant.

Not only that.

Also split into three.

Block all the courts in front of you.

"This isn't my [Asura Shinto]!!"

"why!"

The ghost was terrified.

Before he finished speaking.

Three tennis balls the size of big trucks knocked him into the air.

air.

The ghost's body drew a nearly perfect parabola, and flew directly from the court to the auditorium five meters away.

It hit the steps above the auditorium heavily.

The steps were smashed out of a missing corner.

Gravel flew everywhere.

Smoke billowed.

The surrounding high school students scattered in horror.

Unbelievable looking at the ghost that was beaten into the air.

The ghost at this moment has no intention of standing up.

Obviously not in good shape.

"ghost!"

He immediately yelled, and quickly ran from the coach chair to the auditorium where the ghost fell.

when he came to the steps.

The ghost was bathed in blood, and the u-17 training camp clothes on his body were already stained red with blood.

The eyes were closed tightly, and the racquet on the arm was directly shattered.

The plastic debris around the ball frame, like sharp knives, stabbed the ghost's arm one by one, leaving tiny wounds.

The abdomen of the body is protruding, and something can be faintly felt.

"Big Chub Buga???!! (Are you okay)"

Tokugawa stood under the court and hurriedly asked Irie.

"Excessive bleeding! Thin breathing! In a coma!!"

"There's a bulge in the abdomen! I'm afraid the ribs are broken!!"

"I dare not move him!"

"De! Please inform the medical team quickly!!!"

Irie's voice was rapid and her face was anxious.

"it is good!!"

After Tokugawa heard that the situation was urgent, he immediately prepared to go to the infirmary to call someone.

When he turned his head and saw Chen Fan, his body stopped suddenly (ajff).

He saw an incredible scene.

Chen Fan on the court, a human figure exuding a green light appeared behind him.

The light is dazzling.

Can't look straight at all.

When you want to take a closer look.

That little light man has disappeared.

Tokugawa didn't have time to hesitate, he raised his footsteps and ran towards the infirmary.

on court.

Chen Fan's eyes sparkled.

"It worked."

"Although it's only for a moment!"

"And it can't be fully opened yet!"

"But I was really in a crisis and peeped into Asura Shinto's door!"

Chen Fan was excited inside.

His hands trembled.

"This power is simply wonderful!"

"Unfamiliar yet familiar!"

"Is this the power of the world level?!"

"It was the first time I was so excited that I was shaking."

"This should have the same meaning as when Kite saw the money and his hands trembled."

Chen Fan calmed himself down.

Although it is not yet possible to open [Asura Shinto] freely.

But the opening at that moment just now made him remember that wonderful feeling.

Without any hesitation!

hurry up!

Remember this feeling!

Amplify that feeling!

I need practice!

Want it now!

Chen Fan didn't have time to deal with Jujiro Oni's situation, nor did he have time to deal with Court 15, which was already in a mess.

He grabbed his tennis bag.

Put on a black windbreaker.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the surveillance probe of Court No. 15, and he showed a smile.

Then he walked towards the gate of the training camp.

Monitoring room.

The three coaches were dumbfounded.

Looking at the chic back of the court where Chen Fan left, he remained silent.

Looking at the seriously injured Oni Jujiro.

And the chaotic No. 15 court.

Kurobe suddenly felt dizzy.

After hesitating.

He pressed the open button for the training camp.

"Just let him go?"

Saitō Itaru is a bit hard to believe.

"if not?"

"In the current u-17 training camp, the ghost has been seriously injured, who else can stop him from leaving?"

"If you don't send this plague god away quickly, if you run to other courts, the consequences will be even more serious!"

Kurobe asked helplessly.

Both Saitō Itaru and Tsuge Ryūji were silent.

indeed.

Kurobe's approach has his consideration.

"Hurry up! Tell the helicopter!"

"Send the ghost to the hospital!"

Kurobe ordered.

"Understood."

Saitō Itaru nodded.

Inform the helicopter of this situation, which has happened once before.

But that was a year ago.

The ghost beat the always arrogant and defiant Byodoin into the ICU.

Did not expect now.

Feng Shui turns.

Now it was the ghost's turn to be beaten to the point where he was sent to the ICU.

Life is really impermanent, because the intestines wrap the small intestines.

Two mature high school students were lying on board together.

soon.

Under the arrangement of the coaching staff.

The ghost medical team tried their best to stop the bleeding, and then they were carried on a helicopter and flew to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Such an important thing happened in the training camp.

Kurobe bit the bullet and called the head coach.

Notify him.

Somewhere in the mountains.

A dilapidated log cabin.

Outside the wooden house, three superimposed sailing boats were painted with red paint.

A bonfire burns.

The wood made a "crackling" sound.

Next to him, a fat man in a worn black martial arts robe picked up the wine gourd in his hand.

"Gulu Gulu."

After taking a few sips of fine wine, drops of wine flowed from his lips, down his chin to his neck.

"Wow!!! Great wine!!"

The big fat man couldn't help but admire.

The light of the campfire shone on his face.

The appearance is clearly visible.

The image is scribbled.

Long, messy, shiny hair fell back.

A rough beard and beard covered half of his face.

You can also see his lush hand hair on his hands.

The whole person looks like a down and out middle-aged man.

His name is San Mifūne Nyudō San, and he is the head coach of the u-17 training camp.

jingle--

Inside the cabin, the phone rang.

"call."

"What a disappointment.

"What happened to the trash in the training camp?"

San Mifūne Nyudō San got up with annoyed face, extremely reluctantly, and walked into the dilapidated log cabin.

Line connected.

"Hey, let the fart go, labor and management are still waiting to drink!"

silence.

It seemed to be listening to the voice on the other end of the phone.

""

a long time.

Three Mifūne Nyudō Three roared.

"Trash! Idiot! The dignified u-17 training camp was overthrown by a middle school student [someone who hasn't even read the king yet!"

"The ghost was seriously injured!"

"The overall level of training camp has dropped so much?!!"

"Is it because your coaches are incompetent!! Or are all the rookies selected are idiots?!!!"

Three Mifūne Nyudō Three's growls echoed into the forest outside the cabin.

Suddenly startled a few birds.

"Notify Byodoin immediately!! Let him end his training!"

"Come back and sit in the u-17 training camp!"

"Otherwise there will be less ghosts, and there will be a lot of discussions soon!"

"At that time, all the stinky fish and rotten shrimps will rush to court above No. 5!"

"Then who will control the quality of the former U-17 court players!"

"The ghost is the gatekeeper of court number 5!"

"Responsible for checking the absolute strength of courts above No. 5!"

"If by then all the representatives selected from the World Championship are trash! Everything will be over!"

There was a hurried apology from the other end of the phone.

After hanging up the phone.

Mifūne Nyudō san kicked the door of the wooden house away angrily.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't expect that he would lose his temper just now.

"These self-proclaimed elite trainers."

"With a condescending stinky face, you need to scold severely to relieve your anger.

"Chen Fan..."

"It seems that this year's Junior High School has a lot of talents."

"Consider recruiting 50 junior high school students in this year's national competition."

"Maybe there will be unexpected surprises..."

San Mifūne Nyudō San was thinking, while picking up the wine gourd and putting it to his mouth.