Make Akutsu Jin Cry At the Start

Because the opposite Kawamura Takashi has already stepped out first.

It seemed to move instantaneously.

Suddenly came to the frontcourt position.

It can be said.

this moment.

Kawamura Takashi is no longer a baseline defender.

More like a crazy attacker!

"This guy is too scary!"

Lu Bishi Yanagyu looked surprised.

As if seeing an unimaginable scene.

If Kawamura Takashi can move quickly between the frontcourt and the baseline.

Super high speed is for them.

It's just a joke!

"Niou Masaharu is injured!

Although the current Kawamura Takashi is quite irritable.

But his brain is unusually calm.

The situation of the other party was discovered in an instant.

Then came another one-handed swing ball.

This time.

The tennis ball rushed directly to the opposite side of Niou Masaharu.

The pupils of Yanagyu's eyes suddenly shrank.

I understood Kawamura Takashi's thoughts in an instant.

He was about to say to Niou Masaharu when the tennis ball was handed over to him.

Niou Masaharu has waved the racquet in his hand.

pity.

26 He overestimated his current state and strength!

Just the next moment.

The tennis ball crashed on the racquet.

The violent power was transmitted from racquet to his arm.

This is even when his arm is not injured.

It is quite difficult to fight back.

Not to mention this time.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in Niou Masaharu's arm.

And the racquet in his hand also let go.

The powerful tennis ball immediately brought the racquet directly into the baseline position.

A burst of dust rose.

After the roar gradually fell.

2-0!

Ishida Tetsu and Kawamura Takashi in front of Tamamo won another round.

Lu Bishi Yanagyu looked at the current score board.

His face became more solemn.

"In this case, the situation is not so good!"

Niou Masaharu gritted his teeth and picked up racquet.

"How can it be repaired!"

There was a deep resentment on his face.

If his strength is stronger.

Maybe Kawamura Takashi's tennis counterattack was successful.

but.

This is the case now.

They don't have the slightest backhand strength at all!

"This round is our serve round!"

Ishida Tie on the opposite side suddenly spoke.

The two were alarmed instantly.

Only then did they think of something.

His face changed a lot.

"boom!"

As Ishida's iron voice just fell.

He was already brazenly waving the racquet in his hand.

Following the direct violent impact of the tennis ball and the racquet.

There was a burst of harsh roar.

The tennis ball shot directly to the opposite side.

This time.

Twenty bursts!

The tennis ball, full of terror, suddenly turned into a yellow light.

The crash hit the ground on the opposite side.

Niou Masaharu and Lubis Yanagyu now have no possibility of a counterattack at all.

They can only watch the tennis balls fall by their side.

"Why is it happening like that!"

"Why don't you even have the power to fight back?"

"Are we going to lose?"

"Come on, Nioh!"

"Come on, Liu Sheng!"

"Rikkai is big, come on!"

The people at Rikkai screamed frantically at Niou Masaharu and Lubis Yanagyu on the arena.

Although their faces are still thick in disbelief.

Although their hearts are full of worry now.

Although the sound of cheering now has no effect at all!

"boom!"

The burst of Ishida iron rushed over with incomparable momentum.

It seemed like a ray of judgment.

It's scary!

Niou Masaharu's uniform was completely wet with sweat at the moment.

Face this hit tennis.

He doesn't want to just give up like this!

Behind him is Rikkai big!

Their goal is to be the ultimate champion!

moment.

Niou Masaharu directly simulates the limits of Kunimitsu's hard work.

He wants to try again!

"boom!"

But in the face of such a terrifying power.

His beliefs and will are false!

Even the tempered limit he is currently using is false!

It was almost instantaneous.

The power on the tennis ball directly destroyed his arm.

And the racquet in his hand also flew out directly.

Niou Masaharu was pulling the injured arm.

Looking unwillingly watched the tennis ball fell to the ground completely.

15-0!

that's all.

Ishida Tie in front of Yuzao directly pocketed the victory in the third game.

"Tick!"

Niou Masaharu's sweat ran down from his dining corner frantically.

Eventually dripped to the ground.

His face has completely lost the slightest look of confidence.

Only a deep loss is left.

From the start of the game to the present.

Not only did they not score a point.

There is not even the slightest strength to fight back!

And his arm is also because of his unwillingness.

Forcibly to pick up Kawamura Takashi's tennis shot.

Unwillingness, humiliation and other emotions in the heart.

Accompanied by severe pain above the arm.

Crazy stimulating his nerves.

"Asshole!"

"Why is it like this!"

Niou Masaharu sounded like a loser.

Although the strength of him and Lu Pishi Yanagyu is not super strong.

But it's not a very weak existence!

Although it was completely defeated before and Tamazou.

But it does not mean that they have not made progress!

Just before playing.

They even felt that this game was completely half-and-five.

But now it's such a lopsided situation.

Whether it is the terrifying power of 507 Ishida iron.

Or Kawamura Takashi, a baseline offensive player.

There is also a tacit understanding between the two.

They all seem to be explaining a truth to them.

They are too weak!

The ball cannot be hit back!

serve can't score!

This is an endless loop!

"Referee, we surrender this round!"

Xincun Seiichi stood up and spoke at this time.

No emotions surfaced on his face.

It's just calm.

He saw it.

There is no possibility of winning this game at all!

Even if these two people insist on reaching their serve bureau, it will not help!

You can't get points at all!

Even if it can score.

But now it is 30-0.

Once it's time for the Ishida iron serve bureau.

The score will still open quickly.

In the end, the best result is to freeze at 6-3.

In addition, Niou Masaharu's arm is already injured.

The probability of winning is directly infinitely reduced to minimal.

"Minister Yukimura!"

Niou Masaharu's face changed suddenly.

He doesn't want to give up now!

And still in the final of the National Middle-School Tennis Competition.

This is no different from his lifelong shame!

"Do you think you can take the opponent's ball next?"

Seiichi Yukimura asked faintly.

Niou Masaharu's face suddenly became dull.

Then there was a look of despair on his face.

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