The Strongest Player in Sports

"The ghost is suppressed?"

All of Seigaku's selections were shocked by the scores on the field.

They didn't believe Zongshen's words just now, but after seeing the score of the match, they knew that what Zongshen said was true.

Because the current situation of Oni Jujiro is indeed similar to what Zongshen said.

"Then how to crack it?"

Tokugawa looked at Zongshen and asked the most critical question.

After hearing this, other Seigaku players also looked at Zongshen, wanting to know how to crack it.

"There are three ways to crack Irie's insights!"

"The first way is to use the field. By applying rotation and centripetal force to the tennis ball, Irie can't control the ball!"

"The second one is anti-prejudgment!"

"Prejudge Irie, determine what actions he will make, and counteract it!!

"As for the third"

Zongshen smiled, but he paused when it came to the third, and then continued: "The third is very simple, it just needs to be stronger than Irie!

The first two involve the clash of domains and insights, but the ghosts are not good at ten times.

But the third Oni Jujiro didn't have any problems.

In fact, any skills and means are paper tigers in the face of absolute strength.

When a person's speed, strength, spirit, endurance, skill, and belief are far beyond that of a person, the so-called soccer skills become a joke.

Irie's strength is very strong, but it can never be better than Oni Jujiro.

"Crush directly?!"

Everyone in Seigaku was taken aback, but their faces were full of excitement. Because of Oni Jujirou's strength, they knew that if they were forced to crush, they might really succeed.

On the field, the match is still going on.

In the eighth round, Oni Jujiro serve the round.

"Irie Kanata!"

Oni Jujiro looked at the smiling boy on the opposite side seriously, frowning for the first time.

The feeling of being controlled by someone makes him feel depressed.

However, he is not prepared to continue like this, he wants to end this match.

"Huh~"

Oni Jujirou took a deep breath, his staring gaze slowly became sharp, and the aura on his body also became heavier.

The face of Irie, who had a smile on her face, changed slightly.

Being able to perceive other people's psychology, he immediately sensed an aura like a raging wave, as if to swallow him.

"Take it, Irie!!!"

boom!

Under the roar of the ghost ten times (cffb) Lang, racquet made a sharp light, and then violently blasted on the tennis ball.

Thunder sonic boom resounded, and the tennis ball was shrouded in purple and black light, piercing the court.

La!

Irie didn't even react, and felt a fierce air passing by her side.

The ground trembled and the dust rose.

15--0!

Black battle axe to score!

The audience was quiet, everyone was shocked by this sudden ball.

Irie Kanata looked towards the ground even more, and saw a black trace running through half of the court, extending to the outside.

And the tennis ball is lying outside the bounds, the ball is scorched.

"This ball is stronger!"

A cold sweat fell on Irie Kanata's forehead, and even he was shocked by the ball.

boom!

Oni Jujiro didn't give Irie too much time to be shocked.

Another terrible ball blasted through the court.

30--0!

The smile on Irie Kanata's face slowly disappeared, and his eyes became heavy.

He kept analyzing the ball of the black battle axe, but at the end of the analysis, a wry smile appeared on his face.

Can't take it!

He took all factors into consideration, but the final result was that he could not receive the ball.

"Irie, take it!

Oni Jujiro roared again with awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

The dark light of the black battle axe illuminates the audience, and the sharp aura can be felt even if they are far apart.

Many balls rushed past Irie Kanata, but he didn't dare to pick it up and couldn't catch it.

Because in his analysis, even if he catches up with the ball, the terrifying power contained in the ball will crush his racquet and cause huge damage to him.

boom!

4--4!

boom!

5--4!

Several black battle axes in a row crushed Irie abruptly and dragged the match into the final round.

"Guru~"

" impressive!"

"The Seigaku player is terrible!"

The audience was in an uproar, and everyone looked at Oni Jujirou with horror on their faces.

There is no reason for Oni Jujiro's few balls, he just used absolute strength to crush them.

Any technique, any analysis is shattered at this moment.

"Is this crushing?"

Everyone in Seigaku finally knew what Zongshen meant by crushing.

It just doesn't reason with you at all and scores directly.

But soon, they all looked at Zongshen with weird faces, thinking of Zongshen's previous match, they seemed to like to use this method.

"Guardian, what should I do now?"

Takei Toshio was a little anxious, and Irie Kanata had the advantage in the first few minutes.

But in a blink of an eye, he was crushed by Oni Jujiro.

Now the match comes to the last round. If Irie loses this round, the match will end, and Yamabuki will also lose because of three losing streaks.

"Now I can only rely on Irie!"

The old companion shook his head, and now he can't help it.

However, seeing the concerns of the Yamabuki players, he reassured him: "Even if we lose this match, we are both the top four in the competition and we are considered to have entered the Kanto competition."

Everyone in Yamabuki sighed when they heard this, and could only look at the match.

.......

"Tick~"

Cold sweat slipped from Irie Kanata's forehead.

This time he was not acting, but he really felt the deadly threat from Oni Jujiro.

Looking at Oni Jujiro, he found that after the opponent won two games in a row, the momentum not only did not weaken, but became stronger.

With this momentum, he was a little breathless.

"The tenth round is my serve round!"

Oni Jujiro raised his head and looked at Irie Kanata with oppressive eyes. The meaning of these words was already obvious.

He will end the match completely without reservation in the final game.

"bring it on!"

Irie Kanata took a deep breath and pulled out a smile.

Although Oni Jujiro is very strong, he does not intend to back down, and the match is not to the end, who knows what the result will be.

"Then take it!""

boom!

Oni Jujiro roared, and a faint light flashed on the racquet, violently blasting on the tennis ball.

Black battle axe hit again!.

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