Echizen Ryoma was filled with resentment and anger at his own weakness.
"Swish." Another outward spin serve, still easily returned by Ruoren Hong.
The tennis ball once again spun towards Wakato Hiroshi, and the rhythm of the game was once again in his hands.
When Ryoma Echizen hit an uncontrollable topspin ball, Wakato Hiroshi suddenly straightened the racket in his right hand behind him, angled downward, and stepped forward with his left foot slightly bent.
"This posture is..." Echizen widened his eyes, a guess flashed in his mind, and then he saw Ruoren Hiroshi pulling upwards hard.
"Bang." The tennis ball flew at a high speed, and the moment it landed, it spun and flew close to the ground.
"40-0."
"This is...Phoenix Flash Back!" Echizen Ryoma breathed rapidly, his eyes flashing with shock.
"Can he really imitate the minister? He can perform all these ball skills effortlessly." Echizen looked heavy-hearted.
"Echizen, you're still a long way to go." Wakato Hiroshi said softly with a smile on his face.
"Bang."
"Game, 3-2, Echizen Ryoma is leading."
"game3-3."
After Wakato Hiroshi opened fire at full force, Echizen seemed to have lost his soul, losing step by step and quickly losing two games.
Tachibana: "What happened to Echizen? Even if Wakato Hiromu could use Triple Counterattack and Tezuka Domain, he wouldn't be able to beat Echizen like this."
Chitose: "Echizen's subconscious mind has already regarded Wakato Hiroshi as a god, so he is afraid of him. I have to say that Wakato Hiroshi's ability to imitate is quite good."
During the half-time break, Ryoma Echizen sat in the coaching seat, his head covered with a towel, breathing heavily.
"Echizen." Kamishiro Lan glanced at Echizen Ryoma and said in a deep voice: "Don't let fear dominate your reason."
"Buyer..." Echizen took a deep breath, looked at Kamishiro Lan, and suddenly understood.
"Am I afraid of confronting the minister?"
The break is over.
Echizen Ryoma returned to the competition venue.
This time, he looked at Wakato Hiroshi who was standing opposite him.
He found countless flaws.
"Hey." He carried the racket and showed an arrogant smile: "Imitating the Minister, but never using his skills at all, because you can't."
"Of course I can." Ruoren Hong narrowed his eyes, revealing a captivating look, and then smiled.
"Really? I see you're already very tired just maintaining this state. You don't have any strength left." Echizen Ryoma glanced at Wakato Hiroshi's trembling legs and said with a smile.
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