Tennis: One-on-one with the villain master, Kaido starts

‘Bang——’

Kiriya was agile and ran fast. Facing every ball from Irie Kanata, he could easily hit back.

The score was widened little by little.

“GAME, Kiriya Shinya scored, 1:0.”

“GAME, Kiriya Shinya scored, 2:0.”

“GAME, Kiriya Shinya scored, 3:0.”

......

In just half an hour, Kiriya won four games in a row.

During this process, he didn’t even sweat a drop or breathe.

Simple!

Easy!

Until the referee announced the score of ‘4:0’, Kiriya felt like he was dreaming.

“Irie, is this all you have?”

“I really misjudged it. I didn’t expect that there was someone as bad as you around Gui.”

“Why, is the private coach hired by head coach Mifune also an incompetent person?”

Kiriya’s caution was gradually worn away by the increasing score gap.

He smiled!

I was really nervous just now.

Not only Kiritani had this reaction, the players in the audience were also confused.

They were confused, shocked, and angry.

"Irie, what are you doing?"

"Is this all you have? How dare you play when you are so weak?"

Those who knew Irie in the No. 3 court were furious. Irie was simply a disgrace to the No. 3 court.

"Hey! Irie, can you try harder!"

Although the gap in strength between each court of U17 is like a natural moat.

However, just like Jiang's current performance.

For the people in the No. 3 court, it is a great shame.

They thought Irie could continue the miracle created by Tokugawa again, but he was not even as good as their lowest expectations.

At this point in the game, he didn't even get a single point.

Watching this game, Kintaro in the waiting area was anxious.

"Uncle Ghost, what on earth is Senior Irie doing?"

"Is this all his ability? Why is he playing so leisurely?"

"He's going to lose soon!"

As the first disciple of Chiba Arena and the nominal senior brother of Chiba Arena, he was so angry when he heard someone insulting the coach of Chiba Arena!

If it weren't for the rules of the game that he couldn't substitute, Kintaro might have rushed up and snatched Irie's racket right now.

Teach the guy on the opposite side a lesson.

"Xiao Jin, tennis matches are about results, not processes."

Aizome walked behind Xiao Jin, gently stroked Xiao Jin's head, and comforted him.

"If you want to be an excellent tennis player, you must never underestimate any opponent."

"Watch carefully! Xiao Jin, the game has just begun!"

Kintaro was confused by Aizen's confusing words.

How could he know that the pair of master and apprentice in front of him, who were wearing glasses and usually had gentle squinting eyes,

He turned out to be a dark and cold person!

On the court,

Irie looked nervous, bent his body and bent his knees, breathing heavily, looking very tired.

In the process of chasing the Kiritani tennis ball, the amplitude of his running became smaller and smaller, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead, stumbling and almost falling.

‘Da Da Da——’

Finally, he caught up with the tennis ball. Irie stared at the tennis ball flying in front of him, gritted his teeth, and raised his arms with great effort, looking very hard.

Swinging hard at the tennis ball!

‘Hua——’

The racket flew through the air, and at the moment when it was about to hit the tennis ball, Irie's arm suddenly drooped, like a wilted leaf.

The racket net passed by the tennis ball.

‘Bang——’

The tennis ball passed Irie and hit the ground behind him heavily, with such a strong force that the ground trembled, and a cloud of dust was stirred up.

After missing the ball, Irie stumbled and fell to the ground.

He supported himself with both hands and lightly raised his forehead. A layer of fine sweat beads on his forehead flowed down his cheeks and fell to the ground in big drops.

One watermark after another appeared.

"What a waste!"

Looking at Irie's appearance and seeing the horror in his eyes, Kiritani's last trace of caution disappeared.

He spat on the ground, shook his head in disappointment, and turned to his serving baseline.

"Only one game left, one go, take down Irie!"

At the moment Kiritani turned around, he didn't notice that Irie, who was looking tired with his head down, raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

......

First Army waiting area,

"Kiritani is very strong! He won five games in a row."

"Too strong? It's better to say that Irie is too weak. He was originally just a player on the third court. How strong can he be after another month of training?”

“There are at most ten minutes left before the game ends.”

The players of the First Army felt pity for Kaji as they watched Kiritani’s one-sided victory.

If Irie had chosen Kaji, they wouldn’t have lost so badly.

Sitting next to Byodoin, Kaji snorted coldly when he heard the words of pity from the people behind him.

In just half an hour, he had adjusted his mentality.

He lost to Tokugawa because he was not as skilled as Tokugawa.

However, Kaji had a different view on the game in front of him.

“Tanjima, Kiritani has already lost!”

“The caution on his face has disappeared.”

“Tsk tsk, Kaji still understands it. Boss, what do you think? "

Tanedima smacked his lips, rested his hands on the back of the bench, crossed his legs, and smiled at Byodoin beside him.

Byodoin ignored Tanedima, he just stood up, took his racket, and walked out of the court.

"Boss, where are you going?"

Duke, who was standing behind Byodoin, asked.

"Warm up, there's no need to watch this game!"

"Then I'll go with you."

Duke took out a racket from his backpack and left with Byodoin.

Looking at the figures of Byodoin and Duke, Tanedima lowered his eyebrows and sighed.

"You are worthy of being you, boss, you see things clearly. "

Whether it's Kaji, Taneshima, or Byodoin, these players who can rank in the top five all understand one thing.

When a player's greatest advantage disappears on the court.

That's when he's about to lose the game.

When the cautious Kiritani is no longer cautious, that's when Irie will harvest him.

In the court.

Kiritani confidently hits a smash serve, the tennis ball falls from a high place, he jumps up, swings the racket at the tennis ball, and hits his confident shot.

"Let's finish it! Irie! "

'Swish——'

The tennis ball shot out towards Irie at a very fast speed, and the air around the ball seemed to be disturbed by his fierce momentum.

A ripple of the ball's airflow was faintly formed.

This ball, with 80% of my power, how can you block it?

After seeing Kiritani hit the tennis ball, he turned around confidently without even looking at himself.

Irie had a sneer on his face, and then he flashed, like a ghost, and disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, he intercepted it in front of the net!

When the tennis ball passed the net, he swung the racket quickly, and the muscles in his arm instantly tightened, like a tightened spring, containing huge energy.

'Bang——'

The racket was like the eyes of his arm, with the shoulder as the axis, driving the entire arm to draw a smooth and powerful arc in the air.

"Go to hell! Kiritani——"

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