My Tennis Treasure, Starting From Polk's Retention!

0255 3 Mifūne Nyudō 3: You still have one last way!

"Papa——"

Hearing the sound of tennis balls being slapped from across the court, Byōdōin Hōō had a very ugly expression on his face.

He doesn't know how he can win this game now!

Originally, I was affected by the mental power caused by the baptism of the Polk vortex, and fell into an uncontrollable "slump" state.

Now.

I have recovered.

I wanted to open the transformed world of pirates in another dimension, but I returned the favor!

The baptism of the whirlpool shouldn't have had any effect on him.

B...

Right now, the baptism of the whirlpool of both hands played by Polke has once again put him in a desperate situation.

Now it's Game 5!!

Once Polk takes it!

Then with a lead of 5 rounds, the opponent will have 4 consecutive rounds of match point!!

And I will face the risk of having to win at least 7 consecutive rounds from the opponent to win the game!

For the current him, it is almost impossible to win the competition!!

What should I do with myself!!

But when he was thinking, Polk obviously wouldn't give him extra time.

"boom----"

Accompanied by a dull hitting sound.

Polk's serve has been played.

Always maintain strong strength and precise ball control.

It was obviously just an ordinary sidespin serve, but it was played in the hands of Polk, but it gave Byōdōin Hōō the pressure of facing world-class skills.

"Tat-tat--"

Stepping quickly, under the watchful eyes of the audience, he swung the racquet backhand.

"boom__"

"Great Libyan Hail—"

A world-class lob with great skill fell towards Polk's court.

See this ball.

Polk's eyes were calm and indifferent.

In his eyes, the so-called world-class skills played by the opponent are no different from ordinary lobs.

Just because of this kind of hitting, the skills in it are already very clear in Polk's eyes.

Understand the use of the underlying skills, and it becomes extremely easy to fight back!

When the tennis ball seemed to turn into real hailstones in the air, reality and fantasy intertwined and hit Polk's back baseline.

Polk had already stood in one position and made a motion to lead the racket.

"boom--"

While waving the racquet with both hands.

At the same time as hitting the only real tennis ball, there was also a terrifying side spin on the ball.

Baptism of Hand Swirls!!

As long as Byōdōin Hōō cannot hit back his ball, it is impossible for the opponent to score a point from him!

In his eyes, the opponent's defense is also as thin as a cicada's wings!!

"唰—․々_"

With an extremely powerful spin, the ball rushed towards Byōdōin Hōō's body again.

Now there are only two choices for Byōdōin Hōō!

One! Knowing that you can't catch it, give up fighting back!

At least you don't have to bear the pain caused by the rotating torsion of the ball to your palm.

Two! Just like the last ball, try to hit back again!

But he couldn't hit back the last ball, so can he really do it this time?!

Two thoughts kept fighting fiercely in Byōdōin Hōō's mind.

But when the tennis ball flies over the net, he has already made a decision!

"impossible!!"

"I can't believe I still can't hit back this ball now!!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

Byōdōin Hōō frantically rushed towards the ball at this moment.

For him, no matter what, he has to hit the ball back!!

He wants to prove it to Polk!!

As the captain of the U-17 team, his strength will definitely not be weaker than the opponent!!

The ball collided with the new racquet in his hand again, and the strong torsion made his tiger's mouth and phalanges, which were already red because of resisting the torsion many times, produce more severe pain.

What is clearly visible is the ferocious and painful look on his face at this time.

"Ahhh!!"

I don't know if it's because of my fighting spirit, or because of the pain from my palm.

The angry shout in his mouth made the hearts of all the audience who heard it tremble.

Even as his opponent, Polk subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

Byōdōin Hōō's obsession and persistence surprised him at this moment.

"Shhhhh—"

The sound of the ball rotating and rubbing against the racquet seemed to be a countdown to Byōdōin Hōō's ears.

0.01!

0.02 seconds!

It was obviously a moment that passed in the blink of an eye, but at this moment, it seemed to be slowed down countless times.

until...….…

"Slap!"

"thump----"

Byōdōin Hōō lifted the racquet into the air with his whole body, and then fell heavily to the ground.

His racquet line isn't broken, but it's almost twisted.

The tennis ball slowly landed on the court behind Byōdōin Hōō, bounced a few times in a row and then stopped rolling on the ground.

At this time, the referee looked at Byōdōin Hōō who fell to the ground, with an intriguing expression.

It seems to be sympathy, but also seems to be helpless.

"German U-17 team Polk scored! The score is 40-0!"

After he announced the score.

The expression on the audience's face was similar to his just now.

Some lamented the strength of Polk!

Some with a hint of sarcasm and mockery!

More of it is as fans of the German U-17 team celebrating Polk's baptism of powerful hands swirling to score a goal!

In their eyes.

It is only 5 goals away from the end of this singles No. 2 match!

yes!!

They didn't think Byōdōin Hōō could do anything in the next game!

The current opponent is completely a battle of trapped beasts!

Polke looked at Byōdōin Hōō who stood up amidst all kinds of strange eyes from the audience.

The latter lowered his head, ignoring the dirty jersey and the scratches on his face due to the fall.

Just took advantage of the gap between games and walked towards the player's bench.

change racquet!!

Everyone in the Japan U-17 bench didn't know what to say when they saw Byōdōin Hōō in such a mess.

Duke Watanabe has pulled out the last spare racquet from the Byōdōin Hōō tennis bag.

Just as he was about to get up and hand it over to the other party, Mifūne Nyudō San took the racquet from his hand and walked towards Byōdōin Hōō.

When the two handed over the racquet face to face, Mifūne Nyudō San couldn't see the expression on the face of Byōdōin Hōō who was bowing his head.

Because it is now at the competition site.

If it was private, San Mifūne Nyudō San would have kicked each other.

With such a decadent appearance, he is not qualified to be a member of the Dianhong U-17 team!!

々 call——

When handing the racquet in his hand to Byōdōin Hōō, San Mifūne Nyudōsan exhaled, and said in a deep voice: "I know you are confused now! Even the transformed world pirates still can't compete with Polk!"

"But! Are you really going to give up now?"

"Don't forget!! You still have one last way!!"

"A winding path that you have explored, but have been unable to enter!"

After Byōdōin Hōō heard San Mifūne Nyudō San's words, a bright light suddenly flashed across his dull eyes.

He raised his head and stared at the three Mifūne Nyudō three in front of him.

"What you're talking about is... the Alai that Senior Magus said..."

But before he finished speaking, the referee on the referee chair turned his head and interrupted the brief conversation between the two.

"Japan U-17 representative team player!! It is allowed to replace the racquet, but pay attention to the time!"

Hearing this, Byōdōin Hōō could only (Li Mo's) turn around with the racquet and walk in the direction of the court.

But the last look between him and Mifūne Nyudōsan clearly confirmed his original guess from the eyes of the other party.

that winding path

Every step he took towards the court seemed to be extremely heavy.

It's just because his mind is constantly recalling what that old man named Ma Geshi said to him before he wandered around the world.

DUZ......

Three Mifūne Nyudō Three and the winding path that the other said!!

this road..………

But it's not that simple!!

The present self...is he really qualified to embark on this path?

If once...

"Byōdō in Hōō!"

Just when he was standing in the baseline position of receiving the ball and still lost in thought, Polk who was opposite the court suddenly spoke.

Byōdōin Hōō was taken aback.

Subconsciously raised his head.

I saw Polk staring at him coldly, already holding a tennis ball in his hand.

"If you want to give up, you can leave!"

"Time wasting game, I don't even have fun beating you!"

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