Tennis: Buy Seigaku For One Dollar, Fire Coach

Da da da. .

The tennis ball fell behind Fuji, and in this quiet environment, it was extremely clear.

"15-0!"

Fuji was stunned there, his eyes moving: "It's actually a missing ball..."

"Isn't that awesome?"

Everyone was extremely moved.

"What an amazing guy." Akuto pushed up his glasses and his expression became a little solemn: "He actually restored the trick he saw for the first time intact.

Atobe and others looked extremely solemn.

Yukimura imitated.

This is not the disappearing serve that Fuji has always been.

It's a return shot that disappears.

But Fuji only fought once.

Seigaku.

Kikumaru's face showed seriousness: "Fuji has met his opponent."

"Is this the only first-year player outside the school who can compete with Fuji?"

Oishi was a little surprised.

"That's right."

He pushed up his glasses and said seriously: "In Grade 3727, Fubo is the strongest from outside the school. Akuto and Mori are also very powerful. Apart from these three people, no one among the other third-year players can be Fuji's opponent. Not to mention the second and first graders, and this Yukimura obviously hid his strength in the first game!"

Everyone's expressions became serious.

They are very familiar with Fuji, and this burst of strength surprised them even more.

But Yukimura.

He is obviously a top talent who is not inferior to Fuji.

The two are of the same age, and the atmosphere of competition is strong.

so.

All the people in the room.

They are all paying more attention to this competition.

After being scored hard, Fuji's counterattack was obviously with an edge. The tennis ball that flew out actually felt a little more like an arrow than before (abdi).

"Chop?"

"Well done!"

Yukimura smiled lightly, that was the last thing he was afraid of.

Bang!

He raised the racquet and counterattacked, and the "cut" that Fuji applied to it was completely broken.

Looking at the high-speed tennis ball played by Yukimura, Fuji's eyes became more solemn.

"This guy... his skills don't work at all!"

Think of this.

Fuji went all out and his style became even more fierce.

Even Yukimura, who was full of firepower on the opposite side, felt the pressure for a while.

"So strong. If you're just attacking normally, you won't be my opponent at all."

Yukimura looked at Fuji who was leaning to the other side, and the racquet was drawn directly to Fuji's other side.

tread!

But what surprised him was that Fuji broke out and almost caught up with the ball.

fine.

The tennis ball grazed Fuji's racquet, hit the ground, and flew out of the court.

"30-0!"

"Oh oh oh!!!"

Off the field.

The crowd burst into loud cheers.

Same as Fuji in the first game.

Yukimura...not to be outdone!

He started to exert his strength.

The same thing can be done with Fuji.

But the difference is.

This is the second game.

Fuji will only be more serious than in the first game.

And can suppress it.

The village...is really not simple!

Rikkai is big.

There were smiles on everyone's faces.

Although it is very unrealistic for Rikkai to kill Seigaku.

But Yukimura is clearly stronger than Fuji.

"Fuji..."

Oishi and others had worries on their faces.

"Isn't this your limit? Fuji..."

There was a smile on Lin Bei's face.

"Fuji."

Tezuka looked at Fuji seriously and said secretly: "Your strength is definitely more than this level!"

Bang!

On court.

The pressure Yukimura felt became more and more intense. Although he could still cope with it, Fuji, who was like a child of the wind, made him careless. He took every ball very seriously.

"snort."

Fuji looked at Yukimura, who was extremely resilient, and gave a strong snort. He swung his racket and cut the tennis ball.

Bang!

This crescent moon is more sharp than before, even all his previous games.

It seems that there is a sharp attribute hanging on the crescent moon's head.

This also means that Fuji's inner edge has reached its strongest level.

Snapped.

The tennis ball fell ahead of Yukimura's swinging racquet.

After landing, it slid past his feet.

"15-30!"

"This person... is so fierce!"

Yukimura looked at Fuji, his eyes narrowed, as if he was stabbed by Fuji's physical sharpness. .