The Strongest Player in Sports

In the third game, the Indian team served the game.

Ral looked serious.

He didn't expect the two of the Japanese team to be so good.

Only ten minutes from the match, they have already won two games from them.

Looking at'Tezuka' who is in the mid-court, I saw that the opponent was calm, as if nothing could move him.

A faint sense of oppression swept the audience, making the two feel a pressure.

"Very strong"

Dignity appeared in Jie Ding's eyes.

This is the first time he has been crushed since joining the U-17 training camp.

This feeling of weakness made him a little irritable.

"Don't mess around!"

Lal reminded in a low voice.

After saying this, he immediately tossed the ball and then waved racquet.

"The swing angle is sixty degrees, this is a topspin ball!"

When the opponent racquet touched the tennis ball, a voice rang.

"what?"

Lal narrowed his eyes.

Because the movement in his hand is exactly sixty degrees.

And the ball he wants to send is the topspin ball.

"Changed again?!"

Jie Ding looked up, then a little dumbfounded.

Because the previous "hand house" has disappeared, replaced by another person.

And this person is Yanagi Renji!

"Can you even change the imitation object as you like?"

A look of surprise appeared on Yukimura's face.

"It seems that Nioh's progress is far greater than imagined!"

Yanagi Renji narrowed his eyes.

If just imitating one person to succeed, it can only be said that Niou Masaharu's progress is obvious.

But now the other party has imitated the two in a match, which is enough to show that Nioh's imitation has changed.

This kind of imitation is no longer a mere imitation, it can be called a stunt.

"Everyone is improving!"

A serious look appeared on the Shoujia's face.

He improved quickly after joining the training camp, but others did not make slow progress.

Among them, the metamorphosis imitated by Niou Masaharu is the best proof.

boom!

The tennis ball was shot by Rahr.

But "Yanagi Renji' is already on the sideline.

"The 60-degree topspin ball, the final landing direction is 30 centimeters from the right sideline, and the bounce height is two meters.

"Yanagi Renji" spoke, and then he swung the racket without watching the tennis ball.

boom

The ball seemed to hit Racquet on its own initiative and was easily returned.

A light and shadow flicked across, rushing out of the sideline in the unwilling expressions of Jie Ding and Lal.

15--0!

"This is data tennis?"

Jie Ding sucked in air.

He has also heard of this kind of tennis, but this is the first time he has seen it.

Today's Niou Masaharu seems to be in control of the entire court. He calculates every goal clearly and can even guess their next move.

"How to do?"

Lal gritted his teeth and met such a powerful opponent for the first time.

When the two were in a panic, Yanagi Renji imitated by Nioh had already won the third game.

3--0!

"hateful!"

The two Indian team's foreheads slipped in cold sweat.

The match lasted only more than ten minutes, and they lost three games in a row. This was something they had never had before.

"Jeding, Lal!

A calm voice came from off the court.

"Master?

The two turned their heads to look, and saw that the main general Simma was looking at him with a serious face.

"Don't be stressed!"

"Think of this match as a practice match for the team, and use all your strengths!"

Sima said solemnly.

"All strength?"

Jieding and Lal looked at each other, then took a deep breath.

The originally suppressed gaze became awe-inspiring.

"Give it a go!"

There was a fierceness on Lal's fat face, and the racquet in his hand was creaked by him.

"Um!"

Jie Ding nodded heavily.

The fierce battle resumed.

Both are middle school students, and both are training camp players, so there is no real crush.

After the two broke out their full strength, they began to tie the score.

"Nioh is going all out!"

Yagyu Hiroshi felt a pressure.

"clear!"

Niou Masaharu nodded his head heavily.

The four were no longer reserved, and the fiercest battle started.

The tennis ball flew back and forth on both sides, and there was a roar.

The smoke and dust are everywhere, and the dust is flying.

boom!

"Game, Niou Masaharu, 4 to 2!"

boom!

"Game, Jieding, 3 to 4!

.....

boom!

"Game, Yagyu Hiroshi, 5 to 3!"

......

With the fierce battle, the scores of the two sides continued to rise, and finally came to the decisive game.

"The last ball!"

Niou Masaharu drank, his body leapt up.

At this moment, his breath changed again, showing more arrogance.

"This time it's Atobe!"

The middle school students exclaimed.

Unexpectedly, at the last moment, Nioh would imitate Atobe.

boom!

Racquet swung down and hit the tennis ball.

An ear-shattering roar exploded, and the tennis ball burst down like a golden beam of light.

And the ball did not rush to the ground, but rushed to Jedin's racquet.

Boom!

There was a loud noise.

The tennis ball hit the racquet fiercely.

The power of horror erupted, and instantly swept across Ji Ding's arm.

With five fingers numb, racquet let go.

But the ball did not land, but flew again.

‘Atobe’ jumped twice and waved again at the tennis ball.

To the waltz of disillusionment!

Boom!

The beam burst, tearing the air instantly.

*" 1 bad!

Lal narrowed his eyes, trying to stop him.

But the speed of the ball was so fast that it didn't give him a chance to strike back.

Now that Jaydin has no racquet, Lahr can't react, so he can only watch the tennis ball fall.

Boom!

The ground trembled and the dust rose.

Tennis (Zhao Nuozhao) rushed out under the desperate eyes of the two.

6--3!

The match ends.

The Japanese team won.

The audience was silent at first, and then there was an uproar.

"It was the Japanese team who won!"

"How is it possible, why are they so powerful!"

"Don't forget, this team is the champion of the French competition and is now ranked third in the world!"

There was a lot of discussion around the audience.

"Won!"

"Nioh and Yanagi are really amazing!"

Mōri Juzaburō let out a cheer.

"A match actually imitated three players, it really deserves to be Nioh!"

Yanagi Renji nodded and blamed.

"Humph!"

"The final score is my uncle's stunt!"

A smile was drawn at the corner of Atobe's mouth.

Although it was not him who matched it, it was him that Niou imitated in the end.

So for him it is no different from winning. .

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