"Boom!" The tennis ball was as heavy as a thousand pounds and fell from the sky with a gray air pressure.
"Whoosh!" Fuji held the racket with both hands, turned his back to the tennis ball, and when the tennis ball arrived, he swung it hard in a cutting posture.
"Crunch." The ball fell into the racket, and the force caused Bu Er's arms to tremble wildly.
"How can it be so heavy?" After a second of stalemate, the strings on the racket broke into pieces, and Bu Er's racket fell out of his hand.
"Game, 2-0, Kamishiro Ai is leading."
As the score was announced, Fuji stood up in shock, his hands shaking.
"This is...Kamiyo Ai's skill, Shikai." Sanada looked at the dazed main player and said in a deep voice, "Each Shikai has a unique ability. For example, this Shikai should increase the weight of the ball."
"The ball that can directly penetrate the net of a tennis racket has not only weight, but also rotation." Yanagi Renji added: "If you want to hit this ball back, you not only need enough power, but also need to neutralize the rotation."
"Isn't this skill unbeatable?" Liu Sheng couldn't help but say, "There aren't many players who have both strength and technique."
"Or rather, the power is so high that it can ignore the rotation, and the conditions for counterattack are too harsh." Yanagi Renji shook his head.
“It looks like it’s over.
In the field.
Fuji was in a desperate situation.
"15-0."
"30-0."
"40-0."
Under Kamishiro Lan's first release, he couldn't even fight back.
Under such terrifying force and rotation, he was helpless and his army was completely defeated.
In the blink of an eye, the score was 4-0.
The time in these four games was undoubtedly torturous and desperate.
"Is it over?" Kamishiro Lan looked at Fuji, who was gasping for breath and soaked in sweat, with a look of disappointment in his eyes.
"Let's just end it like this. I'm a little tired of it anyway."
After tossing the ball, Kamishiro Ai made a mediocre serve.
"Crack." Fuji shook his arms, but the numbness was still strong.
"Bang." But he still hit the ball back with a standard forehand.
"You haven't given up yet?" Kamishiro Ai could see Fuji's persistence in the oncoming tennis ball.
This made him sigh.
Although Qingxue’s current strength is not good, the determination of the main players is still there.
In time, it will surely shine brightly.
But not now.
"Swish." Kamishiro Ai once again applied rotation and weight to the tennis ball.
"Here we go again, that kind of Hajime ball." Gan couldn't help shaking his head: "No matter how fast the ball is, its power and rotation will only be reflected after it hits. This requires Fuji to adjust himself in an instant. However, Fuji's arms have been paralyzed in these few rounds, and he can't make fine adjustments at all."
Looking at the slowly flying tennis ball, Fuji suddenly closed his eyes.
"Hmm?" Kamishiro Lan frowned.
Then, in his rather surprised look, Fuji suddenly opened his eyes, his tone overflowing with confidence: "As you said, Kamijyo, breathing, air, wind, these will all be the factors for my counterattack!"
After saying that, he raised his tennis racket and stuck to the tennis ball as if following his shadow.
"Swish." The tennis racket was like a black hole, completely absorbing the power and rotation of the tennis ball.
"Bang!" The next moment, the tennis ball penetrated Kamishiro Ai's half of the court and embedded itself like a wire mesh.
The green smoke above told everyone that the power and rotation of this ball were extremely amazing.
"15-0."
There was silence in the whole place, and then there was a roar.
The Qingxue side cheered even more.
They didn't know why Fuji suddenly counterattacked Kamishiro Lan's Shikai, but they knew that Fuji finally scored.
"It's a very interesting ball. What is this move called?" Kamishiro Lan glanced at the tennis ball embedded in the barbed wire and showed a charming smile.
Fuji opened his eyes, revealing a pair of deep blue eyes, and said with a serious expression: "Mayflies are covering it."
"Really? I didn't expect you to give me a surprise. However, your body can hardly support the completion of the game. As a reward, I will let you see my other Shikai." Kamishiro Lan grabbed the net and said calmly.
It was clearly him who lost the points, but it gave people a feeling that it was irrefutable.
"Cut it apart, Fengsi." Kamishiro Lan's eyes narrowed and he uttered a few words.
The next moment, Bu Er felt that the wind around him seemed to become a little bit colder.
It scraped the exposed skin with a sharp sound, causing a slight pain.
“The wind is not only light and graceful, but can also be destructive.”
"Bang." Kamishiro Lan delivered an ordinary serve.
But in Fuji's eyes, the wind wrapped around the two sides of the tennis ball, forming two sharp long sickles.
The tennis ball passed over Fuji's face, hit the ground and bounced out of bounds.
"Shh." After a few breaths, a blood mark appeared on Buer's face.
He subconsciously touched his face and felt a drop of blood.
"15-15."
"Such penetrating power, such power..." He looked at Kamishiro Lan in astonishment.
The latter said gently: "Do you really understand the wind?"
The wind is soft and warm.
It is gentle as it passes over your face.
But the cold winter wind is biting and penetrating.
"Use a strange rotation to make the tennis ball create a gust of wind. Just like paper is fragile but can cut human skin at a fast speed, the principle of this Shikai is the same. Use high speed and rotation to exert destructive power on the wind." Yanagi Renji narrowed his eyes and said calmly.
“It’s a very dangerous skill.”
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