The Strongest Player in Sports

"Atobe

The hand yelled in a low voice, and immediately stepped forward.

The moment the tennis ball hits the ground, racquet swept across.

boom!

A dull crash sounded and the tennis ball flew upside down.

Under Atobe's super dynamic vision, he immediately caught up with the tennis ball and hit back.

Snapped!

When racquet touched the tennis ball, he immediately felt a heavy force.

Even if he swings the pat with all his strength, he can't completely remove his power.

boom!

The tennis ball flew back.

But the uncontrollable force made the tennis ball hit the iron post.

Tie Zhu shook and the ball fell to the ground.

Never been to the Internet!

The eyes of everyone in the audience were full of surprise.

The gaze at the Shoujia was even more unbelievable.

Unexpectedly, the delicate arm of Shoujia contained such strength.

"Atobe!"

The hand looked calm, as if just a goal was nothing at all: "If you only have this strength, then don't want to beat me!"

"Humph!!

Atobe snorted coldly.

After taking out a tennis ball again, turn back to 25 to the serve area.

Although it was only one goal, he knew the strength of his hand, and he must not be underestimated.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Net racquet hit the ground, Atobe's complexion has been restored.

Although he missed a goal, he didn't care, knowing that he was not a power player.

When in ying country, the strength of his peers was above him.

But in the end it was Atobe who won.

Because he knows his way to victory.

By surpassing anyone's eyesight, find the opponent's weakness, and then make a fierce attack.

"Don't let this uncle discover your weakness!"

Atobe sneered.

Then the ball is thrown towards delay.

boom!

With the sound of the hit, the tennis ball rushed diagonally to the corner again.

After serving, he didn't move. Instead, he wanted to observe his every move.

"bring it on!'

"Let me see, where are your weaknesses!"

Atobe whispered, his eyes flashed sharply.

opposite.

Shoujia rushed to the tennis ball.

Under the high-speed sprint, the interception was immediately before the tennis ball.

Atobe's face was solemn.

Because under his gaze, he didn't find any blind spots in the hand's house at all.

boom!

The beating sound rang.

Atobe's eyes widened immediately.

But in the next second, I found that the hand's arm disappeared.

"So fast!"

Atobe's heart beats.

Knowing that it was not that the hand's arm disappeared.

It's because the hand swings too fast, beyond what the eyes can capture.

Even if I watched it all, I could only see an afterimage.

"left!"

A wealth of experience allowed Atobe to determine where to go.

The body rushed out quickly, rushing in the general direction of the tennis ball.

boom!

Racquet waved and caught the tennis ball.

With only light force on the arm, the ball flew backwards.

Not to be outdone, the players quickly caught up to the tennis ball and retaliated.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was a burst of fierce batting.

The tennis ball flew back and forth on both sides, and there was almost no chance of landing.

"Both of them are amazing!"

"The second ball has been hit for more than a dozen rounds, but it's not over yet!"

"Although Atobe is arrogant, his strength is not weaker than his hand!'

"As expected of Hyotei's minister!"

"Hands are also very strong!

The surrounding audience whispered.

"Unexpectedly, Atobe has evolved to such an extent!"

Fuji looked cautious.

The three met in elementary school.

Atobe was defeated horribly by the hand.

Now that one year has passed, the strengths of Shoujia and Atobe have all increased.

But Atobe looks more obvious, no weaker than his hand in the duel.

"Atobe is indeed powerful!'

Yukimura on the side nodded.

I know that although Atobe is arrogant, he is a master at the same level as them.

"Humph!"

Sanada snorted and stared at Tezuka.

He has no interest in Atobe.

The only thing he is interested in is Tezuka, which he considers the strongest existence of freshmen.

He was also the only one who defeated Yukimura in elementary school.

But now the hand is stronger!

"It seems that the two people's information needs to be rewritten!"

Inui Sadaharu's eyes flashed.

I don't know when there was an extra notebook in my hand, which was recording the information of the two.

on court.

The duel between the two sides continues.

Shoujia watched the landing tennis ball and quickly went online from the baseline.

But the height of the tennis ball is not high, he can only swing from the bottom up.

call out!

The tennis ball flies high into the sky.

"It's now!"

Sudden.

A public laughter resounded through the audience.

People looked around.

I saw Atobe leaping up, as if stepping on the sky.

His arms stretched as if he was holding the world, and his body leaned back like a tight bowstring.

The moment the tennis ball flew past him.

The tightly recoiled body rebounded, and Racquet dunked.

"Hands!'

"Indulge in the magnificent skills of this uncle!"

Atobe's public laughter resounded throughout the audience, and he tried his best to swing the pat: "This move is a waltz toward disillusionment!"

boom!

There was a deafening roar.

The tennis ball turned into a crimson light throughout 657.

And this ball did not rush to the ground, but rushed to the racquet in the hands of the hand.

"Smash the ball!!

"It's Minister's waltz!"

"As long as you hit the racquet, you will definitely be able to knock the racquet away!"

"Great, Minister Atobe scored!"

All the members of Hyotei cheered.

They all know the power of waltz.

Once hit, the chance of successfully hitting the racquet is 80%.

Now that the player has no preparation at all, it is almost impossible to catch the ball.

People looked at the hand's house one after another, wanting to see panic from his face.

But Hyotei's group was destined to be disappointed.

Shoujia stood calmly on the court.

There was no change in his complexion from beginning to end.

"Atobe!"

"When you are calculating, why am I not!"

Shoujia spoke calmly.

Wow!

The sound of a rolling ocean wave sounded.

Under everyone's gaze, a white whirlpool curled up under Tezuka's feet.

The whirlpool swept all around and enveloped the entire court.

The tennis ball that was originally shot down stagnated and was blocked by the whirlpool.

Wow!

The whirlpool pulls and the force of the smash is all resolved.

Under the shocking eyes of everyone, the tennis ball pulled out an arc and came to the hand's house.

Hand home field!

The waltz towards disillusionment failed!!!.

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!