The Strongest Player in Sports

"bring it on!"

Echizen Ryoga drank low, his eyes sharp.

A black light diffused from behind him, condensing a figure.

This figure was dressed in a samurai uniform, with a soaring braid, and a pair of sharp eyes under the fuzzy face.

It was holding a samurai sword. Although it hadn't been out of its sheath, its sharpness swept the audience.

Different Dimension Samurai!

Turn it on!!!

what!

Chibai Guanghua cut through the court.

Under everyone's horrified eyes, the smoke was cut in half.

The airflow separates up and down, as if opening up the world.

At this time, Echizen Ryoga looked fierce.

The tightly held racquet is like a samurai sword, unleashing endless sharpness.

what!

Raise the racquet.

The samurai behind him also made the same move.

The white light swept across the court, and the sharp rubbing sound exploded.

call out!

The air was torn apart, and there was a series of sonic booms.

The arena instantly quieted down.

Every audience looked at the court blankly and opened their mouths, but they couldn't say a word.

Because the tennis ball did not know when it was nailed to the wall.

Inserted into it like a bullet, the ball body has been scorched 25 times, and the smell of burning is permeated.

40--30!

"Guru~"

All the audience swallowed.

A chill rushed straight into my heart, as if I had fallen into an ice cave, my whole body was chilling.

"see it?"

"This is the power of the samurai!"

Echizen Ryoga said in a deep voice.

His face is full of seriousness, without the casual and laughter of the past.

The eyes flowed with light, as if there was a cold light blooming.

The moment racquet waved, it was more like a samurai.

The extreme sharpness rushed towards the face, cutting on Zongshen's face, making him feel a pain.

"warrior!"

Zongshen's face was solemn.

The current Echizen Ryoga is full of momentum, giving him a sense of danger.

It seemed that it was not Ryoga at all, but Nanjiro, the samurai who swept the tennis world.

Fierce attack, cold eyes, firm will.

Like a powerful samurai, attacking him.

"Huh~"

Zongshen took a deep breath, his eyes serious.

Raising his head and arms, his five fingers clasped the tennis ball tightly, and rays of light bloomed from the gaps between the fingers.

An aura of destruction swept the audience, Racquet raised his shoulders.

what!

The tennis ball is thrown up.

At the moment of falling, his arm pressed hard.

The golden light came forward, and the ultimate breath swept like a raging wave.

Shine!

Brilliant light!

The breath of terror erupted like a volcano, sweeping every corner of the surroundings, causing everyone to shut their mouths.

"Go all out!!

Zongshen growled.

When the words fell, his eyes released a touch of coldness, full of oppression and aggression.

Like a lone wolf, about to tear his opponent apart.

boom!

There was a deafening roar.

The air wave exploded like a storm, and the airflow in half of the stadium stagnated, forming a vacuum zone.

The venue trembles violently, and the sky is full of smoke and dust.

"what?!"

The audience exclaimed, with fear flashing in their eyes.

I didn't expect this ball to be so terrifying.

"Zongshen is not going to drag it anymore!"

Byodoin said in a deep voice.

He can see that Zongshen's ball has reached the professional level, and he has no mercy at all.

Obviously, he wanted to burst out his full strength and end the match.

"What an amazing ball!"

Irie gasped.

Such a ball, let alone ordinary players, even world-class masters may be under pressure.

You can imagine what kind of power this ball will produce after it hits the ground.

Whether Echizen Ryoga can take over is still unknown.

"Very strong!"

Tsukimitsu Ochi raised his head, revealing his eyes under his long hair.

The cold eyes were shrouded in surprise at this time.

"This is professional grade!"

Atobe on the side has no pride in the past.

Looking at such a terrifying ball, I only felt the hairs burst.

He knew that if he was on the court, facing the ball, he probably wouldn't even have the courage to strike back.

"We and Senior Zongshen are not at the same level at all!"

Kite Eishirou's eyes were fiery.

His character is like this, he likes to cling to the strong.

Seeing Zongshen showing such strength, some admiration inevitably appeared in his heart.

My heart is even more illusion, whether I can also have such strength.

"When will we reach this level?"

Tachibana kippei whispered.

"you?"

Byodoin sneered, and glanced at the junior high school student disdainfully: "You little ghosts give me a high-level guard. You are not even the national level. What qualifications do you have to talk about the professional level!"

These words made the faces of a group of middle-aged students flushed.

But they couldn't refute it.

Because what the Byodo-In Temple said are facts.

Some freshmen have not even reached the national level, and they are indeed not qualified to delusion about the professional level.

"You are too strict!"

Akuto pushed the frame.

"strict?"

"They will be able to participate in the World Cup in two years. Players from other countries will not show mercy to them!

Byodoin's eyes swept away, and his eyes were full of sternness.

Now U-17 has made reforms.

The second-year students can enter the training camp and start participating in 733 various competitions.

The World Cup in Australia will be held two years later.

If middle school students still look like this, they will only be crushed by players from other countries in the end.

So in his opinion, it is better to train hard now or give up playing tennis.

So as not to be embarrassed at the World Series.

The high school students looked at each other and then all smiled bitterly.

But they did not refute.

Because the Japanese team is different from before.

They are World Cup champions and the third-ranked team in the world.

If they are blown up after two years, I am afraid the whole team will become a laughing stock. This is a situation they will never allow.

"My uncle will not shame you!"

Atobe snorted.

High school students don't allow middle school students to be a group of weak, so why not?

Regardless of Atobe or hand, they all have ambitions to surpass high school students.

So I never want to drag others back.

"Yes!"

Other middle school students also nodded.

Everyone has their own pride.

If you go to the world arena and lose people to the team, let alone high school students will not agree, they will not agree.

It is also because of this that middle school students train hard.

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