Tennis: Ice Emperor, Keigo Jibe!

Chapter 112 Shencheng Reiji, what kind of rubbish?!!

“Damn, why is it Jibu again? Everything is him! ”

“Is it bad to follow me? I, Shoichi Yoshida, am the real king! ”

Shoichi Yoshida touched his fiery red hair, very depressed.

However, the action of the good gangster bag caused a lot of commotion.

This satisfied Shoichi Yoshida.

Only, for Yukimura and Sanada.

The earth-shaking cry made their emotions fluctuate terribly.

“Is it the end of the Traces?”

“The city of Cheng Xiangnan, the strongest is not the first to enter the national level, he will actually make a personal move?”

Sanada was so puzzled that he even wanted to go straight to Field Six to see what was going on.

In Sanada’s eyes, Jibe is the only opponent.

Even Yukimura can’t be ranked first.

It’s not that Yukimura isn’t strong, it’s just that he can’t crush Sanada.

In other words, Yukimura’s strength belongs to the category of human beings.

But the horror of the trail has reached another level entirely.

That class is what Sanada wants to touch and win.

Not only Lihai Da and Qingxue, but also Rokkaku and Yamabuki were all in shock.

“Surely Shonan Chengcheng did something? Provoked the Jibu-kun to take action personally. ”

The picture of confronting Yakuzu in the sea, everyone in Rokkaku only felt that it was vivid.

Keigo, is it really an existence that can be defeated by people?

There are traces leading the Ice Emperor, and Rokkaku really doesn’t think that anyone has won the championship in the Kanto Competition.

It would be nice to be able to rank high and win the entry ticket to the national competition

“Impossible, why are you so strong?”

Kamishiro Reiji stared at the traces with a very ugly expression.

He is confident and despises everyone but himself.

Think of the so-called genius, that’s it.

He is the most perfect work of Aoi Hanamura.

Among his peers, there could not be so many more powerful beings than him.

In the first grade of junior high school, he first entered the national level, and in any era, he is the top group of geniuses.

“Coach Aoi Hanamura clearly said that unless someone in the third grade of junior high school makes a move, no one of the same age will be able to defeat me.”

Reiji Kamishiro was puzzled.

The casual hitting of the trail makes people feel a kind of despair and pressure that cannot be overcome.

“The so-called scientific training is just a random filling of theoretical knowledge, which is too rigid.”

“The strength forcibly pulled up is not really the first time to enter the national level.”

“Your comprehensive ability, at most, is at the half-step national level, weak and pitiful.”

“Because you don’t know the essence of tennis.”

Calmly looking at Kamikuro Reiji, Jibu said coldly.

In Keigo’s eyes, Reiji Kamishiro is a pitiful worm through and through.

It was transformed and scrapped by Aoi Hanamura’s self-righteous way.

Not based on the love of tennis, just to instill as much theory as possible.

Growth without any surprises, every step can be seen.

This method is only suitable for players who have little potential, artificially creating a full Kanto-level legion.

However, people who could have been able to be at the national level were cultivated in this way.

It may be limited to the peak of the Kanto region, and it will be a notch lower than its own talent.

This is the disadvantage of pseudoscientific training.

The improvement is fast, but the upper limit is low.

Where can the products of the growth of weir seedlings be powerful?

If mass production is available at the national level, will the round get neon to develop this training method?

Take Yakuzu, a sports geek rarely seen in a decade.

Strong, but also with basic ball skills, theoretical knowledge as a supplement.

The reason for being truly powerful is the love and belief in tennis, which shapes the heart of a truly strong person.

Step by step, love the sport of tennis from the inside out, and become stronger firmly.

Kamishiro Reiji is only moving forward because others want him to become stronger.

Not a concept at all, and will not grow into a real strong.

“No matter what you mean, today’s competition will only be won by me.”

Staring at the traces, Kamishiro Reiji said viciously.

As the most perfect work, no one is allowed to evaluate Aoi Hanamura.

“Boom!!”

The angry Reiji Kamishiro slashed like a tomahawk and fired a high-speed side-spin

“Divine City is going to get serious, it’s a phantom style of play!”

Everyone in Chengcheng Shonan was extremely nervous.

Reiji Kamishiro is their last hope.

“Keigo Jibe, soon you’ll know,… Own self-righteousness. ”

“My training method is the truth, not pseudoscience at all.”

“Kamishiro Reiji will prove it to you.”

Aoi Hanamura was calm on the surface, but panicked inside.

He was continuously abused by Yakuzu’s henchman to explode his own training works.

If Reiji Kamishiro is also abused, Aoi Hanamura will really doubt life.

I wonder if the scientific training I have been adhering to is really on the wrong path.

“This…”

Ice Emperor Player’s Seat, Himawari was a little surprised by Shencheng’s shot.

“Shouhin, what do you see?”

Takinosuke couldn’t help but ask.

Toward the sun faintly spoke.

“When you hit it, it’s a downspin.”

“When it was about to fall, it turned into an upspin.”

“What kind of play is this?”

Taki and Kachi and the others did not understand.

Himawari was still about to say something, but Kamishiro’s serve smashed to the ground.

“Flashy play, dead ends everywhere.”

“Uninteresting, no surprise at all.”

The divine city in Keigo’s eyes is covered with ice edges.

Even Himawari could tell that something was wrong, let alone a trace that had reached the limit of his insight.

It just so happens that the Ministry of Traces likes to directly blast this flashiness head-on.

Trample!

The calf muscles instantly exploded, and the light spirit of the whole person was like a bird, flying on the court.

Rumble!

Immediately after the racket swept out from behind, countless ice glows exploded, extremely dreamy and gorgeous.

Step towards the Ice Arrow of Destruction!!

A white world that quickly spread throughout the stadium.

There was a hint of horror in Shencheng’s eyes.

One second it was still hot to the point of sweat, and the next second I only felt shivering.

Goose feather snow quickly covered the whole world, almost freezing everything in the world.

Countless ice and snow flew, and Shencheng only felt that his scalp was numb.

The ice arrows that broke through the air one after another, with the ultimate killing intention, made people unable to raise any thoughts of resistance.

Rumble!

It is impossible to judge the trajectory of the tennis ball at all, it is completely covered with ice arrows.

“Click!”

Until the city finally came to its senses, wisps of ice mist rose from the bottom line.

At the border, there is a deep tennis imprint.

“Trace player score, 15-0!”

Kamishiro couldn’t help but shiver, and Aoi Hanamura’s whole person fell into a state of blindness.

“Keigo Jibe…”

Can the tennis ball erupt with a wave of the hand even affect the hearts of everyone present, is it an illusion, or can it really affect the real environment, causing the terrible scene of June snow?

However, no matter what kind of possibility, it fully demonstrates the unreasonable power of the Ministry of Traces.

The illusion that affects everyone present means the invincibility of spiritual power.

Affecting reality, artificial June snowfall, this has reached a category that Aoi Hanamura cannot understand.

“I’m going to pass out happily, Jibu-kun!!”

“Victory belongs to the Ice Emperor!”

“Calm, calm, the heart is beating too fast, hey!”

The scene almost fell into chaos, and the cheers of the waves were all for the tracks.

The Trail is the true king.

The fierce Kanto Competition has completely become a separate stage for Jibu to show its strength.

The dominance of the court shown by the Tejia and Yakuzu is also very different from that of the Jibu.

It’s that strong.

Ridiculously strong, strong enough to make any opponent despair.

This is Keigo ——— Ice Emperor!

The ceiling of neon middle school students, there is no one.

“I don’t believe it!”

“It’s that my talent is so bad that I didn’t improve myself well.”

“It can’t be the coach’s approach, the problem must be me.”

Kamishiro paralyzed himself with words, sorted out his emotions, and threw the ball to lead the racket.

Rumble!

It is still the best phantom shot.

With additional rotation, the tennis ball can change its trajectory twice in the air and the direction of its bounce after landing.

It’s just that unless the insight is amazing, it’s hard to spot something wrong with tennis.

Step towards the shattering ice oblivion!

Keigo was very calm, and countless cold ice spread between steps.

Ice-blue rackets stir up the air and detonate the long sky.

The Dao Ice Glows refracted in the sunlight like a dream.

The ultimate beauty, attracting everyone’s heart.

In an intoxicating moment, the racket of the trace touches the tennis ball, and the air wave explodes, pulling everyone from the dream back to reality.

Looking at the court again, Kamishiro could not react effectively, and stood on his knees, watching the tennis ball sweep past the bottom line.

“Keigo Jibu scores, 30-0!”

Can’t even care what the score is, Reiji Kamishiro gritted his teeth and repeatedly erupted into phantom shots.

Obviously, other ways of serving can be taken, but Kamishiro is very rigid, and it is a coincidence that the trace can catch.

As long as he serves faster and spins stronger, he will definitely be able to score.

“It has long been said that you were raised and scrapped.”

He has no judgment at all, and constantly uses phantom serves that clearly have no effect.

Isn’t this stupidity?

Keigo Jibe sighed.

From the perspective of talent, Shencheng is stronger than Xiangsun, and they are even stronger than Xiangyu.

However, it was completely ruined by Aoi Hanamura’s pseudoscience.

The upper limit visible to the naked eye, the actual battle is also weak pitiful.

“Let me teach you what tennis really is.”

Stomp!

Keigo stomped on the ground and swung his racket before the tennis ball hit the ground.

“It’s so cold!”

Everyone at the competition couldn’t help but shrink their necks.

Under the big sun, they could not feel a trace of warmth, only the repeated cold breath drilled into their bodies.

Keigo Jibe faced the scorching sun and struck the tennis ball away.

The speed of the tennis ball was not particularly fast, and Shencheng suddenly exclaimed in surprise: “Yes, I saw it, give me back!” ”

Excitement runs to the left, a sharp stop swing.

Click!

The racket fell to the ground, and Kamishiro also fell to the ground.