Chapter 108: The proxy fight ends, and Kamishiro Lan takes action
"Today is really unlucky." Qianshi's pupils were filled with fear.
The Kamishiro Lan in his sight was like a god of death, constantly chasing him and wielding the scythe of death.
The score is now 5-3.
He was only one round away from losing the match completely, but he wanted to lose more than ever.
This is the only way to escape from this place.
His eyelids drooped and he maintained the serving posture for a long time until the referee reminded him and he came to his senses.
"Swish!" He threw the ball up and was about to jump, but his vision suddenly went dark and he was caught off guard and missed the target.
"Serve error."
Qianshi squatted down in a somewhat embarrassed manner, groping for the ball, his eyes full of fear.
"I can't see it, why can't I see it?!" he muttered to himself in panic. He finally groped for the tennis ball on the ground and grabbed it with trembling hands.
"He covered the doll's eyes." Gan noticed what Kamishiro Lan did.
"It's so scary, I don't want to play with him." Kikumaru said fearfully while hiding behind Oishi.
"Perhaps only the Son of God Yukimura can match such ability. Tezuka, the chances of us encountering Fudomine in this metropolitan conference are very high. Anyone's chance of winning against Kamiyo is less than 10%." Gan looked at Tezuka, his words were not finished, but everyone knew what he meant.
For the sake of Seigaku's victory, he wants Tezuka to avoid Kamishiro Ai.
Tezuka's eyes were calm and no one could see through his inner thoughts.
"Okay." After a moment, Tezuka, who was very frugal with words, uttered a word.
"Then our goal is to win three games in advance, otherwise, we will lose." Gan frowned and murmured.
.......
“A serve error.
"15-0."
"30-0."
At this moment, under the reluctant gaze of everyone, Qianshi had already given away two points.
"Huff, huff." He was breathing heavily, exhausted both physically and mentally.
There is even a tendency to collapse.
"It looks like it's over." Kamishiro Lan shook his head secretly.
Chishiki is not like Fuji, a player who can make a breakthrough at the last minute and in one fell swoop during the game. Chishiki's problem is his current tennis style.
We need to overturn the current tennis and learn new tennis.
This is a big project.
All Kamishiro Lan can do is make him understand that tennis is not a game of luck.
Thinking of this, Kamishiro Ai removed her hand that was covering the doll.
"Let's finish it quickly." He walked into the court carrying his racket.
"Oh no, we can't play anymore." The fake Sengoku felt a little regretful, but still chose to accept it.
He looked at Qianshi and smiled, "Qianshi, you are really lucky to be able to fight against Kamishiro. You must become stronger. I will look forward to fighting you again."
“Don’t talk so much about clones.” Kamishiro Ai waved her hand, and the fake Sengoku immediately turned into liquid and disappeared into the air with the doll.
"Hurry up and serve." Kamishiro Lan looked at Sengoku with an indifferent expression.
"Is it over? I can see it." Qianshi's chest heaved violently like a blower.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but found that his hands could not stop shaking.
"Swish." He threw the ball up, but the direction of the ball was a little backward. He had no choice but to take a step back, bend his body backward, and then he sent the ball out.
"His posture has been completely distorted and his mentality has collapsed." Countless people shook their heads.
Mentality is the most important thing for a tennis player.
If you don't even think you can win, how can you possibly turn the tables?
"Bang." As soon as the ball passed the net, it flew backwards at an even faster speed and hit Qianshi's feet and bounced out. Qianshi didn't even make a tentative swing.
"40-0."
There is one last ball left.
"Sengoku, what are you doing? Pay attention." Several Yamabuki main players shouted angrily.
Even if Yamabuki loses, he can't lose so badly.
So many junior high schools, even Rikkai University came to watch the game, and Sengoku represented Yamabuki!
Qianshi threw the ball numbly, the sound of the argument constantly ringing in his mind.
"Cheer up, this is the last ball, we can't lose like this."
"The opponent is too scary. Anyway, it's the last ball, so let's just lose."
The two villains in my mind had a fight.
Finally, Qianshi's eyes became clear.
"Kamiyo, you are so strong. It is you who made me realize that there are such terrifying people among my peers. Compared with you, perhaps my talent is nothing at all." He held the tennis ball tightly.
"Thank you for making me realize how naive I was in the past. I will find a way to change it!"
Qianshi threw the tennis ball up with force. The ball was thrown very high. At the highest point, he suddenly jumped up, his eyes more focused than ever before.
No matter what the outcome is, no matter whether the opponent will use that terrifying skill again, now he just wants to play this ball well.
At least.
To get a point.
"Tiger Cannon!" His arm muscles bulged, and he grabbed the tennis racket and slammed it down hard.
It was the perfect Tiger Cannon, even more powerful than his previous Tiger Cannons.
"Swoosh!" The tennis ball flew over the net like a cannonball, bringing with it a sharp sound of wind. It had not arrived yet, but the momentum had already arrived. The wind blew on his face, making Kamishiro Ai reveal a long-lost look of satisfaction.
"This ball is a little interesting."
"Then let me show you a blow that's as heavy as a thousand pounds."
"Buzz." The sound of spears firing was faintly heard in the air. The iron chariot emerged faintly, with beast bones embedded in its body. The iron wheels were thick and solid. The wind whistled past, and red light condensed at the muzzle.
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