Chapter 122: The Kidō that even Atobe cannot fight back
"The Eighth Technique of Binding: Repel?" Gan chewed on the name again and again, and fell into deep thought: "I remember Shen Dai used this skill before, to offset the rotation, and it played a more defensive role. But now, he uses Repel for offense, attaching airflow around the tennis ball. When the opponent hits back, the airflow brought up will merge with the airflow around the tennis ball, which will produce a principle similar to the repulsion of like charges by magnets, causing the tennis ball to avoid the racket."
"Isn't this an invincible skill?" Kikumaru couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.
Shake your head dryly.
"In theory, the impact of the airflow is limited. As long as you adjust the racket within the impact range, you will be able to hit the ball back. Don't forget, this is only the eighth binding method."
From past games, we can see that the higher the number of Kamishiro Lan's Kidō, the greater the power.
It was obvious that the No. 8 Binding Technique was just a little trick for him to play with.
"But the No. 8 Binding Technique is already able to score points against national-level players. According to my analysis, his current Broken Technique is at least No. 60." Gan's solemn words made the atmosphere in Qingxue a little frozen.
If possible, no one wants to confront Kamishiro Ai directly.
Fuji Shusuke couldn't help feeling a little powerless.
After the defeat, he was eager to win, so he trained frantically and his strength improved by leaps and bounds, but at the same time he also felt more deeply the gap between himself and Kamishiro Lan.
The Kamishiro Lan that he played against back then wasn't even considered a player.
"Did the ball turn?" Doubtful voices were heard from the stands.
Most of the audience didn't have a deep understanding of tennis, so they didn't see the whole story. They only knew that Atobe was fast and Kamishiro Ai was accurate.
Then Tezuka swung the ball in the air, which was not a mistake that a national-level master would make.
"Interesting, the ball actually avoided the racket. I should say that you are worthy of being like this, Kamishiro. The start is as difficult as hell." Atobe looked at the racket and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Swish." He threw the ball up again and dunked it hard.
As the tennis ball flew towards Kamishiro Ai, he immediately went to the net.
"Break the repulsion through interception in front of the net. If I'm not mistaken, when the tennis ball passes over the net, the airflow it carries will undergo a second stage change due to the net, and then it will avoid the racket. The tennis ball that has just passed the net may not have completely changed its rotation, and is also the easiest to return. As expected of Tomokazu, he actually thought of a possibility after losing the ball once." Gan said in a deep voice.
A breeze blew by, his hair fluttered, and Kamishiro Lan swung out with his right hand.
"The eighth way of binding: rebuke."
The tennis ball flew by slowly.
Atobe's eyes never left the ball, the rotation of the ball. Even the fur on it is clearly visible.
It seems to be an ordinary counterattack, but it actually contains a mystery.
"I saw it." Atobe's eyes suddenly widened, he jumped slightly, held the racket with both hands, and swung hard at the tennis ball.
This time, when the racket approached, the tennis ball jumped lightly like a shy girl, barely avoiding the basket and falling into Enoki's half of the court.
"30-0."
"I'm definitely not seeing things, the tennis ball will dodge the racket!" This time, most people saw this strange scene, and heated discussions suddenly broke out on the sidelines.
People's expressions were incredible, as if they had seen a ghost.
They had seen the weird doll skills in the previous match with Sengoku, and now, another skill that allowed him to dodge the racket.
This Kamishiro Lan is so weird.
"Failed again?" After losing the ball, Tobe was not depressed, but fell into deep thought.
I always feel like I've grasped something.
"Try again." He returned to the serving position, tossed the ball, bent his knees, jumped, and swung the racket.
"The Eighth Technique of Binding: Rebuke." The tennis ball came again at the same speed and angle.
"Thump, thump, thump." Tetsube took a big step forward, stretched out his right hand, exerted force with his left palm and waist and abdomen, and swung out suddenly.
"40-0."
There was no feedback from the racket colliding with the tennis ball.
There was sweat on the palms of Tezuka's hands. He subconsciously loosened his grip on the racket, then tightened it, as if this would give him more confidence to fight back.
Hyotei's cheerleaders looked at each other in bewilderment. Clearly, the situation was out of control and they didn't know whether to continue cheering.
"Ahhh, Lord Kamishiro is so handsome." Saori is a daily infatuated fan.
"This ball is obviously not very fast, but the spin it adds can help the ball avoid the racket. It's such an elusive skill. Kamishiro is so mysterious. He can come up with some new skills in every game."
Inoue Mamoru standing by had a serious look on his face.
“Maybe for him, the national competition is just a game.”
......
"I'm only one point away from losing my serve. Should I use that?" Atobe frowned, struggling over whether he should use his trump card.
Finally decided to continue observing.
In a tennis match, it is undoubtedly irrational to reveal your cards too early.
Although he knew that there was a big gap between him and Kamishiro Lan, he still wanted to aim for victory.
"Bang!" Atobe served another high-quality serve.
As the tennis ball flew, Kamishiro Ai took a step forward and twisted his wrist.
"Bang."
It was another slow return ball, exactly the same as the previous one.
This time, Atobe calmed down and his breathing became steady.
The moment the tennis ball hit the ground and bounced back, the racket in his hand was swung out suddenly.
"Swish." The air currents collided, and the tennis ball changed its angle strangely, easily avoiding the racket, but at the same time, Tebe exerted force with his left foot, rotated his ankle, and turned his body to the left. At the same time, the racket swung by his right hand went to his left hand, and he made a 360-degree turn and hit the ball back with a backhand posture.
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