Chapter 298 No Way, This Is the Teaching Bureau of the Age of Gods
"Brother, you have already become so aware." Fuji Yuta looked at Fuji Shusuke in surprise, as if he was recognizing his brother for the first time.
"Fuji has changed a lot." Oishi looked at Fuji Shusuke with some surprise.
In his impression, Fuji Shusuke has always been a non-confrontational person. After the match with Kamishiro, Fuji Shusuke did change a little, but he definitely didn't seem like someone who agreed with violent tennis.
The smiling Fuji Shusuke always looks gentle.
"Loving tennis is one thing, but is playing tennis just for scoring?" Oishi suddenly looked a little dazed.
"We play tennis purely because we think it's fun. But without realizing it, everyone seems to be changing." Oishi thought secretly as he looked at Fuji Shusuke and the serious-looking Tezuka Kunimitsu.
"Xiao Jin!!" The members of Shitenhoji looked nervously at Kintaro Toyama who was half-kneeling on the ground, and clenched their fists quietly.
If Watanabe hadn't stopped them, they might have rushed into the field.
"Tick." Blood from Kintaro Toyama's face dripped onto the ground. His eyelids drooped and his expression could not be seen clearly.
"They're about to collapse. With such skills, no one can keep the will to continue playing." Someone sighed.
"You will definitely fight back!!" Yuanshan Shendai Lan was very excited. His legs suddenly burst out with amazing power, leaving an afterimage of his body, and he kept shuttling in the half court.
"It's incredible, I actually fought back seven times!!" In the eyes of the audience, Toyama Kamishiro Lan's performance was not yet amazing.
However, no tennis ball fragments brushed past the racket and hit the ground hard.
Before the burst of light from the perfect robe, Toyama Kamishiro Lan felt his body become even heavier.
"Swish." I jumped up, leaned back, and stretched out my tennis racket to touch the tennis ball fragments that were close at hand.
"Bang, bang, bang." As the continuous and endless sound of counterattacks rang out, no one saw that several beams of light shot up into the sky, drew an arc and hit Kintaro's half.
That was the undercurrent that followed the action.
When everyone looked, they found eight obvious burnt marks.
"I was born for tennis." Yukimura couldn't help but sigh.
It is now the seventh game, and Tang Fu Tang Fuxiang is serving.
"Bang." The tennis ball fragments fell into the racket and flew into the sky.
"But even so, he is still a match for the Age of Gods."
......
"Huff."
"Yes, it's amazing that I can complete it seven times. Once I hit a few fewer balls and get familiar with the rhythm, hitting eight balls in a row will be a piece of cake." The players who have been to U17 discussed calmly.
Toyama Kamishiro Ai's personality is the standard template for the heroine in Japanese comics: cold-blooded and cheerful, she will always be defeated.
"Eight fragments fall at the same speed, and each one is not at a certain distance. That means the opponent needs to swing the racket eight times in a row in a very short period of time. Is that a way to hit the ball continuously?" The players who have studied in U17 have all seen the secret of this skill.
"Yes, that was Tang Fu Shen Dai Lan's first time to play with a short ball. It's a bit difficult to play 6 times in a row."
"Kamiyo, playing basketball with you is really exciting."
But Echigo Nanjiro felt.
"The destructive power of the return blade is more prominent. It must be aimed at the strong parts of the human body and it can never kill the opponent directly." I came to a horrifying conclusion: "That is the real violent tennis, right? Killing tennis?"
"That's really awesome! How could that skill have such little power? You must have been slow in dodging it. You might have been hurt."
"That's a bad omen." The shadow of Innotera in front of Kintaro swung a sickle with a sharp attack. The tennis ball was divided into eight pieces in the last moment and flew towards the corners of Toyama Kamishiro Ai's half.
"30-0."
Kintaro Toyama is very strong, has great talent, and even has a good character, but his opponent is too strong and too terrifying.
"Out of bounds, 15-0, it's Kintaro Domine who's in the lead."
"Swish, swish, swish." Tennis fragments fell continuously like gorgeous meteorites. This time they did not gather in the corner of the court, but instead rose one after another.
"Did we win?" Toyama Shindai Lan panted, looking at the seven marks on the other side, his eyes more excited: "We almost hit them all!"
"Big devil Kamishiro Ai, let me show you his glory of loving tennis." In the coaching booth, Echigo Nanjiro looked intently at Toyama Kamishiro Ai, whose eyelids were drooping in the middle of the court. The flawless glory under him had not yet turned against him. In my eyes, that might be a sign that Toyama Kamishiro Ai had given up.
That's not even the hell level of difficulty.
Some of my other tennis players looked confused.
There is always a way out, and the brilliance of love is just that I have not truly experienced the brilliance that can only be burst out by the slow joy of playing tennis.
......
What about hitting the ball in succession? I have heard of it before.
"Remember the previous Jounari Shonan? The Senbonzakura used by Kamishiro directly destroyed the God Castle." Inui Sadaharu said in a deep voice: "The Senbonzakura split a tennis ball into 100,000 pieces, and the Kiren is like a stronger version of the Senbonzakura, splitting the tennis ball into eight pieces."
"Toyama Kamishiro Lan, that eldest son is so terribly weak."
"Is it sharp?" I noticed that there was only a gap in the net, and even under the burnt marks, there were no sharp scratches.
Toyama Kamishiro Ai was running as hard as she could, but all I could see was the tennis ball.
"That only proves that the power is relatively small... wait a minute!!" Inui Sadaharu was not convinced at first, but the last moment he narrowed his eyes in shock.
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