Tennis: Buy Seigaku For One Dollar, Fire Coach

at this time.

The eyes of everyone present.

It all falls on Fuji.

No matter whether you have seen the opponent take action or not.

There was a look of shock on their faces.

The edge and essence of Fuji.

Wrapped in a layer of mysterious blue light.

And this blue light turned into a sharp sword and stabbed Yukimura suddenly.

But when they came to their senses, they discovered that this was just an illusion.

It's just that Fuji was in the process of fighting Yukimura.

The offense is getting stronger!!!

Bang!

This time.

Phoenix flashback was countered directly by Yukimura.

But just off-field vision.

His face was still tense.

"I almost...didn't catch it!"

Yukimura's eyes were fixed on Fuji. He knew very well that he didn't catch the ball perfectly and was forced to hit Fuji's backhand side.

"White Dragon!"

Fuji, who seized this opportunity, suddenly hit "White Dragon"!

Still in his court, he flew towards the minister in mid-air.

Whoosh!

Didn't have time to think too much.

Yukimura jumped up.

But this ball was obviously not on his forehand, but on his backhand side. It was already too late to fight back.

"No, the speed of the ball is obviously increasing faster than before!"

Even if Fuji hit his forehand, deep down Yukimura didn't have much confidence in blocking it.

Bang!

The tennis ball that landed on the baseline flew directly out of the court and was caught by Tezuka.

"Wow!!!"

Watch this ball.

Everyone exclaimed at the same time.

There is also a feeling of being shown off.

"30-30!"

at the same time.

The score...is even!

The fifth ball.

The two were at loggerheads.

Fuji is serious enough.

But people.

You can also see from Yukimura's face that he has never shown an absolutely serious expression before!

"how come."

Rikkai Da, everyone looked at each other with shock on their faces.

Their chief, Yukimura, was actually held back by Seigaku's third-in-command...?

"Not only that."

Liu opened his eyes and said cautiously: "Yukimura... is still suppressed!"

But he didn't say these words.

Wentai and others had sad eyes.

It's like Seigaku's mood just now.

transferred to them.

"Yukimura..."

Sanada held the guardrail, his face tense, and his eyes flashed with worry.

"You won't lose to him...right?"

But nothing.

Yukimura's defense.

But he was still pierced by Fuji's super long volley!

"40-30!"

"Reverse, overtake?"

Sanada was a little confused.

Seigaku.

Lin Bei smiled: "Sure enough, just as I predicted, Fuji, who is completely serious and uses a variety of unique skills, is completely stronger than Yukimura.

"But it's easy for Fuji not to be serious enough, so if you want to be in the best condition, it takes time."

he explained.

Qian and others looked at each other. "So, this is Fuji's true strength?"

0Please ask for flowers......

Tezuka said nothing, folded his hands in front of his face, and looked at the ongoing competition in the court.

In professional competitions, there are some players who are in a relatively slow state.

But it does not hinder their strength, which is extremely powerful.

Fuji.

This is the type of player.

When he completely exploded, even Rikkai's senior minister could suppress him.

But the next moment.

Tezuka looked at Yukimura again in surprise.

Yukimura.

Will Fuji's offensive.

Blocked.

"oh?"

Lin Bei raised his eyebrows: "Were you actually blocked by him?"

Facing Fuji's increasingly rapid attack, Yukimura actually blocked it.

If it were based on basics, Fuji might really not be able to defeat Yukimura, but with his golf intelligence and his unique skills, it would not be easy for Yukimura to resist him.

Bang!

Fuji hit a return shot that disappeared, but Yukimura saw through it and broke it. His cold gaze made Fuji narrow his eyes slightly.

But then, Fuji knocked the tennis ball away.

Yukimura moves quickly.

His eyes were cold.

If he is suppressed head-on by the opponent, he will find the right opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

This is victory or defeat, just in one thought.

The tennis ball landed and Yukimura was about to hit a half volley.

The tennis ball was blown away by the wind.

Snapped!

The ball landed on the edge of his racquet.

Yukimura looked at the ball in amazement and hung it on the net.

"Game! Fuji Syusuke, 2-0!".