Zongman: The evolution of Ninja Bleach from Prince of Tennis

The ball was hit hard, but the ball was too far away.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of hitting the ball kept ringing, and the yellow-green ball jumped back and forth on this simple tennis court, sometimes flying high, sometimes flying low...

Occasionally, it could flash dangerously on the edge, but it would always be intercepted by the nimble figure who appeared.

"Hiss... Uchiha Xingyan, score, 15-0..."

Echizen Nanjiro reported the score with a helpless look on his face, bent down to pick up the tennis ball that fell behind him, and his eyes suddenly lost the previous playful thoughts.

He was actually deceived by this kid, which was really embarrassing.

The last ball took nearly ten minutes to play. Just when the ball flew over, he actually saw the ball land in front of him, but he never thought it was an illusion..

Illusion is this kid's special skill, and it is an ability that has never been discovered in the competition.

"Uncle Nanjiro, be serious. My tennis ball cannot be distinguished by eyes alone. If you are not serious, I will get points, and Ryoma will be disappointed."

Xingyan looked at Nanjiro Echizen, who finally looked serious, and put the tennis racket on his shoulder in a good mood, waiting for him to change clothes and shoes before coming.

Although Nanjiro Echizen can play tennis barefoot, the soles of his feet are skin and flesh after all, rubbing back and forth on the sandy ground, and getting injured will be troublesome.

"Wait!"

Feeling the heat of the soles of his feet, Nanjiro Echizen pointed to the long bench next to him and asked Xingyan to rest first.

He stepped on the clogs with both feet and turned to walk home.

This kid is not his stupid son. If he doesn't take it seriously, he might be embarrassed.

Although he didn't win the Grand Slam, he was also recognized as the number one at the time. If he really let that kid win a game, the idiot Ryoma would be affected when he knew it.

"Thank you, uncle."

Xingyan sat aside and rested for more than ten minutes. After Echizen Nanjiro came back, he brought him a glass of juice.

"Continue after you finish drinking it. Don't let me down if you can let me play seriously."

Echizen Nanjiro waited for Xingyan to finish drinking the juice, and then signaled him to get up and continue.

At this time, he changed his clothes, which were normal sportswear and shoes that Xingyan had never seen in the plot he knew.

Even the tennis racket was changed. It was no longer the obviously worn-out racket with loose net lines.

This suddenly professional attitude made Xingyan feel quite pressured. If he disappointed Nanjiro later, he might never play with him again.

"Uncle Nanjiro, if the wall is broken later, I can still afford to pay for the money I earned before..."

Xingyan tapped his fingers on the string of the racket, and a faint spiritual power lingered around him.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, and two magatama slowly rotated in his blood-red eyes.

"Don't brag, kid, wait until you really do it."

The boy opposite Echizen Nanjiro seemed to have changed into a different person in the blink of an eye, and was ready to fight back at any time.

Bang!

This time, Xingyan's serve did not have much skill, and the only advantage was speed.

Bang!

Echizen Nanjiro moved his feet and swung the racket on the side of the ball's landing point, adding rotation to the original straight ball and flying it to Xingyan's blind spot.

But at this time, Xingyan looked at the tennis ball flying, his feet left the ground one after the other, and he stepped back and moved sideways, and the racket was already waiting at the position he chose.

Bang!

Bang!

The tennis ball flashed again in the back and forth between the two of them, and the ball lasted for several minutes, and the power gradually increased.

Bang!

"Out of bounds, 15-15!"

Echizen Nanjiro looked at the out-of-bounds ball behind him, and his smile became more and more real.

He was able to use some of his strength, and then he could play to this extent. He now recognized the strength of this kid.

However, this is not enough!

This is not enough to defeat Long Ya, and he still did not let this kid use all his strength.

"Keep going!"

Xingyan narrowed his eyes, reached out to take the tennis ball, and swung the racket to serve again.

Just now, he set himself a small goal, just get one point first.

However, the serious Echizen Nanjiro's goal is also very simple, that is, to cut Xingyan to 0 points today.

Echizen Nanjiro is not petty, but there are a few exceptions, such as his sons...

The younger son is not even qualified to compete with others, and the older son has been defeated on the court before. As a father, he wants to earn some face for his sons.

From the afternoon to the sunset, the wall around the tennis court in the temple has been hit by a small hole in the tennis ball.

But it is just a small hole, and there has been no major damage so far.

"I win again, the score is 5:0."

Echizen Nanjiro scored another point.

Although his face was also full of sweat, when he saw Xingyan on the opposite side, his whole state and mentality seemed to have returned to the first court more than ten years ago, and the whole person exuded the joy brought by tennis.

"Next game, mine!"

Xingyan picked up the tennis ball not far away, shook off the sweat on his arm, and threw the tennis ball to the opposite side.

This game, he must win!

"Boy, then you have to work harder!"

As he spoke, Echizen Nanjiro threw the ball and swung the racket, and another outspin serve flew to the opposite side.

"This ball will go out of bounds!"

Xingyan's racket was once again entangled with mental power, and when he received the ball and hit it back, a special breath wrapped around the tennis ball.

"It's not a good boy to lie..."

Echizen Nanjiro quickly stepped back and sent the tennis ball that landed right next to him to the other side.

It's not too late to say out of bounds when the ball lands. There's no technical content in lying.

"Uncle, look, it's out of bounds."

Xingyan stood still, pointing the racket in his hand to the outside of the line behind him. The tennis ball fell on the point he pointed out as if it was a fixed point tracking.

"Kid, it's great!"

Echizen Nanjiro watched the tennis ball he hit fly out of the line when it couldn't be out of bounds. He stared at the ball rolling twice after landing, and then smiled widely.

This was the first time he had seen such an interesting change. He thought that the kid had used all his skills in the previous 5 games.

It seems that there is still something to dig out. It's interesting, very interesting!

"Out of bounds!"

"Out of bounds!"

"It's out of bounds again, uncle, I got a point!"

Xingyan watched the tennis ball fly out of bounds again, and his smile grew bigger and bigger.

He finally got a point.

"Boy, serve!"

Echizen Nanjiro couldn't laugh anymore. He didn't understand it at all and was scored a point by this kid. This was not good at all.

"Uncle, this ball won't go out of bounds."

Xingyan swung the racket to serve, and watched the ball fly out. He shook his head slightly, knowing that this was it.

In front of Echizen Nanjiro, his illusion tennis could only do this.

Use illusion to hide the real rotation and force of the tennis ball, so that the opponent can hit the ball out of bounds to score.

This consumes a lot of mental power, so every ball must be fast, and a quick solution can deceive Echizen Nanjiro's eyes.

"Indeed, it won't go out of bounds!"

Echizen Nanjiro didn't see what the problem was, but he was sure that the point just now had exhausted the kid's limit.