After the score was announced, Fuji Shusuke stared at the ball mark and fell into silence.
The disappearing serve is his signature serve. Even if he can't win the game, he can at least get a point.
But in reality, it is completely ineffective against Kamishiro Lan.
"Breathing, wind, airflow, your serve actually... has nowhere to hide." The magnetic voice of Kamishiro Ai rang in Fuji Shusuke's ears.
"Really? It turns out that my special move is such an easy return ball in your eyes." A hint of bitterness appeared on Fuji Shusuke's mouth.
He took another deep breath, calmed himself down, and hit the tennis ball solemnly.
Can the ball really disappear?
Whether it was the previous disappearance or the current disappearing serve, it has been truly achieved.
But what is even more incredible is that Kamishiro Lan still fought back easily.
"Breathing, wind, airflow, can these really be the factors that allow one to see through a serve?" Mamoru Inoue chewed on these words carefully, his eyes unable to conceal the shock in his eyes.
"No, for top masters, these are indeed not difficult." Inoue Mamoru seemed to have thought of something and looked at Nanjiro, his eyes flashing with inexplicable meaning.
"I think I understand why Mr. Nanjiro came to watch the game."
......
"Being able to utilize so many unnoticed elements is not something that ordinary tennis players can do." Fuji Shusuke gently tapped the tennis ball.
"But...I still want to give it a try."
"Swish." The tennis ball was rotated, and when it fell to a certain height, Fuji used the tennis racket in his right hand to cut it with force.
The tennis ball appears as an afterimage again while flying! Disappeared in the sun.
"I have already seen the trace of this ball." Kamishiro Lan closed his eyes, smiled, took a step forward, and lightly grabbed it with his right hand.
"Bang." The tennis ball flew accurately towards Fuji Shusuke.
"Sure enough! He gave up his eyes and used his hearing and the flow of air to sense my ball." After confirming what he was thinking, Bu Er's eyes condensed: "If that's the case..."
"Bang!" After a swing of his arm, the tennis ball flew towards the baseline of the right half of the court of Kamishiro Ai at a high speed.
"He actually closed his eyes?!" Amid the exclamations of the whole audience, Kamishiro Lan closed his eyes, ran to the landing point, and hit the ball back accurately.
The whole process went smoothly and my body did not experience any sluggishness due to the loss of vision.
"He can actually do this? Is there really someone who can play basketball without relying on eyesight?" The starting players of all schools were already stunned.
"In theory, the sound of each ball after being hit at different angles and with different forces is different. Based on the feedback of the sound, the rotation added to the ball and the fluidity of the air, you should be able to determine the direction and angle of the ball." Gan's voice was a little stuttering, and he was obviously shocked.
"No matter what, what the Age of Gods is showing right now is the pinnacle of technology."
“It’s a height that many tennis players will never reach in their lifetime.”
For a player with technical expertise like Fuji Shusuke, he works hard to hone his skills, only to find that others have skills far superior to his own, to the point where he may never be able to surpass them in his entire lifetime.
The pain is profound.
"Brother, come on." Fuji Yuta clenched his fists anxiously and muttered to himself.
"Hah!" Shusuke Fuji stopped his steps, swung the racket, and applied the spin he was good at to the tennis ball again and again.
"Click." The tennis ball bounces to an irregular place after it falls to the ground. Although the speed is not fast, it can force the opponent to slightly adjust the posture, causing greater consumption.
"Bang." But Kamishiro Lan was standing there, swinging the racket without any hesitation, and hitting the ball back smoothly.
"Whether it's spin, force, or any other factor, it can't change his posture at all. He already knows the trajectory of the ball before it even reaches him."
“When you use all your strength but find that the opponent is not bothered by your attack at all, this kind of pain is despair.”
"Such an opponent is like... God, no, coupled with the death-like despair and oppression, he is like the god of death!!" Sanada muttered to himself, his pupils full of fear and even a hint of terror.
"No matter where you hit the ball, it will fly back at a faster speed the next moment. You can't be lax at all, otherwise you will lose the ball."
"With this kind of pressure and this kind of despair, why do I feel like my blood is boiling?" As he ran, Fuji Shusuke's eyes were filled with inexplicable meaning.
"My body seemed to be telling me that he was enjoying this thrilling and extreme excitement."
"Kamiyo Blue!"
"You are really strong." Fuji Shusuke's eyes changed completely.
If he seemed more serious after opening his eyes in the past, but was still lazy at his deepest part, now, everything about him is occupied by seriousness.
Solemn, serious, and wanting to give full play to one's abilities.
"I remember it was like this!!" Facing the oncoming tennis ball, Fuji's eyes were as sharp as torches. He turned his ankles and his shoes rubbed against the ground violently and rapidly. After adjusting his body position, he angled the racket slightly upwards and cut out fiercely.
"Swoosh." The tennis ball quickly passed over the net and did not bounce when it landed. It flew directly to the ground, leaving a shallow mark.
"Phoenix flashes back? Interesting." A hint of surprise flashed in Kamishiro Lan's eyes.
Fuji's talent was even more amazing than he had imagined.
No.
To be precise, Fuji could have performed Phoenix Flash if he had given his all, but he just didn't know it.
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