The Strongest Player in Sports

"How can it be?!"

An unbelievable look appeared on Atobe's face, and the whole person froze in place.

His waltz has expired?

It was broken after only one face-to-face.

"The smash is great,-but it's useless to me!"

Shoujia looked at Atobe and spoke lightly.

"Humph!"

Atobe heard this-his face was a little ugly.

He really never thought that his waltz would be cracked by someone, so that he didn't have any precautions.

Stop talking, the tennis ball was thrown to delay again.

Atobe bent his knees and bounced back, and when the ball fell, racquet slammed down.

boom!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball flew directly diagonally.

The speed was very fast, and it bounced up almost in the blink of an eye.

At the same time after serving, Atobe also quickly surfed the Internet and blocked it directly.

Snapped!

opposite.

The hands and feet moved a certain distance, and racquet shot the ball directly.

The tennis ball flashed, turned into a light yellow beam, and rushed away.

At this time, Atobe was already waiting in front of the net. Without even thinking about it, he hit the tennis ball and wanted to volley in front of the net.

"Um?"

But when the ball hit racquet, Atobe's face changed slightly.

The young body was hit back by the ball.

The tennis ball spins strongly and constantly hits the racquet.

"What are you kidding?!"

Atobe couldn't help yelling.

He never expected that his handball would be so powerful.

The power of the ball is not strong, but the strong rotation produces an impact that is even more terrifying than the power ball.

He couldn't hold the racquet for a while.

"go back!

Finally, after Atobe gave a big drink, he grabbed the racquet with both hands and hit back hard.

It is a pity that Shoujia has been online.

Snapped!

Volley in front of the net, the ball flies towards delay.

After drawing a large arc, land on the back court position.

Atobe was in front of the net and couldn't react at all. He could only watch the tennis ball bounce out.

0--40!

The match comes to the game point.

As long as the player wins the ball, he can break serve.

The audience was amazed when they saw this.

"They are not at the same level at all?"

"Yes!"

"Have you heard that Kunimitsu is the younger brother of Zongshen!"

"What? Are you true?"

"Of course!'

"No wonder this age has such a powerful strength!"

After discussing all around, after learning that Tezuka is Zongshen's younger brother, he was even more surprised.

On the field.

Hearing the discussion around, Atobe's face was green.

"Atobe!"

Looking at the ugly face of Atobe, the handist said faintly: "I can't even beat you just by your strength, let alone challenge your brother!"

"Humph!'

Atobe snorted and didn't reply.

The spin did surprise him just now, but he was not disappointed.

Because he has captured the weakness of the hand.

Once confirmed, he will launch a fierce attack without mercy.

boom!

Atobe threw the ball into the air.

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball flew out again at an oblique angle.

But this time he did not serve and volley.

Instead, his eyes widened and he stared closely at his home, trying to see through the other person.

"Come on, let this uncle see where your weakness is!"

Atobe stared at his hand.

Under his gaze, Shoujia quickly chased the tennis ball at an amazing speed.

But at this speed, the hand still showed no flaws.

Immediately the hand gestured with a pat.

At this moment the tennis ball has just landed. Obviously, the opponent anticipated the ejection trajectory of the tennis ball and hit back first.

"No dead ends!"

Atobe's heart was tight, and he couldn't believe it.

Under his powerful dynamic vision, he found that the hand did not show any flaws.

But soon he shook his head.

"As long as you are human, there are weaknesses, I don't believe you have no dead ends!"

Atobe's eyes widened again, watching every move of his family.

Seeing through the weaknesses and then using protracted warfare to attack, this is his way of survival.

boom!

Under watching, Shoujia finally hit back.

Atobe's eyes shrank, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

Because the hand's swing speed is too fast.

Under his full gaze, only an afterimage was captured.

"But I have seen your weakness!"

Atobe whispered, the shock on his face disappeared, and a trace of joy emerged.

...For flowers...

At the moment when Shoujia just waved, he caught a trace of Shoujia's time out.

In other words, players are not good at backhands.

what!

Thinking of this, Atobe rushed out.

With his super dynamic vision, he could see the trajectory of the tennis ball instantly, and then volley the ball to the right side of his hand.

The hand is left-handed. If you want to hit the ball back, you can only swing backhand.

"Um?"

Seeing this golfer's eyes flashed.

He swung the racquet, and there really was some stagnation when he swung the racquet.

"This is where your weakness lies. Then let this uncle magnify your weakness infinitely!!

Atobe's public laughter sounded.

He volley in front of the net and hit the ball to the right, forcing his hand to swing backhand.

"It's naive!"

On the sidelines of the game, Zongshen shook his head.

He knew that his brother was not bad at backhanding.

The pause whenever a backhand strikes back is nothing but Tezuka's subconscious protection of his arm.

Because the zero chop is the stunt of a backhand counterattack.

How could a player who can hit zero chop not be good at backhand.

Snapped!

However, the Shoujia did not show it and continued to fight back.

Atobe felt that he had seen through the weakness of his hand and launched a fierce attack on the right side of his opponent.

But soon he discovered something was wrong.

Because under his onslaught, Shoujia did not show any discomfort at all.

No matter what ball he hits, the opponent can hit back.

"Atobe, do you really see through my weakness?"

The player hit the ball back.

He looked at Atobe calmly and said lightly.

"Um?"

Atobe was taken aback, and the bad feeling in his heart grew stronger.

However, as soon as he gritted his teeth, he still believed in his own judgment and continued to hit the ball to the right side of his hand.

"Stubborn!"

The hand shook his head and waved the racquet before the tennis ball hit the ground.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball flew out lightly and landed on the ground.

The ball rolled, hit the net and stopped.

Zero chop!

1--0!

Hand break hair!

And this ball was a backhand chop, and it was considered by Atobe to be a counterattack for the weakness of the hand!

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