"Let's end it with this Baixia punishment." Kamishiro Lan said calmly.
As the strongest active tennis player, Polk is still quite strong.
If it was a few months ago, it might have really caused a lot of trouble for Kamishiro Lan.
But Kamishiro Lan has also been growing.
Since Kamishiro Lan had already injured the opponent with Senbonzakura in advance this time, he had already far suppressed the opponent in terms of physical condition and momentum.
Therefore, the pressure that Polk puts on him now may not even be as great as that from No. 2 Shima Shuji.
Just one goal cannot prove that Kamishiro Aoi is much better than Polk.
In a game, the outcome of the game is never determined by the performance of a single goal, but by the distribution of physical strength and technical competition throughout the entire game.
Kamishiro Lan wants to put the official match with Polk off to the future.
"See how vast the world is, Porco." Kamishiro Lan chuckled.
It's just that his words are somewhat strange.
Obviously, it was Porque who was in the world, but in Kamishiro Ai's mouth, Porque was like a frog in a well.
"Boom." A white disc emerged from the sky, and cold air burst out from it, falling like heavy snow.
This scene was so familiar that Keigo Atobe's eyes suddenly became dazed.
"Is that the one?" he murmured.
"I think this should be an upgraded version, Atobe." Oshitari Yuushi said in a steady voice: "The opponent is professional level, this time the White Cloud Penalty should be used at full strength."
Although what the other party said was true, Atobe was still very unhappy.
He looked at the field seriously, thinking unconvincedly, "I want to see what's different about this Baixia penalty."
"No, the cold air has quickly invaded my body, and now my body's reaction speed is dropping sharply." At the moment when the cold air condensed, Polk had already noticed the changes in his body.
However, such cold weather could not freeze Polk.
"Swish." Kamishiro Lan's figure flashed and appeared at the landing point in the blink of an eye. He raised the racket in his hand, and cold air poured out, and dazzling light gathered towards the racket.
"Light hitting the ball? No, there is absolutely no destructive aura in the light." Polk's face became more solemn.
At this point in the game, Poke has revealed many of his cards, but Kamishiro Ai is still full of mystery, and even his Bankai has not been fully revealed.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Polk had to face the reality that this junior high school student was as capable as himself.
Kamishiro Lan swung his arms, and the tennis racket hit the tennis ball hard with a cold air.
"Boom." The pervasive cold air suddenly exploded. The originally yellow tennis ball was frozen in an instant, turning into a snowball, dragging a long trail of ice and snow towards Polk.
"Why does it look so ordinary?" Polk frowned, not daring to underestimate him. He still gathered strength and swung his arm.
"Wow." The racket created a large phantom and went straight towards the tennis ball.
"Bang." At the moment the tennis ball hit the racket, everyone heard a loud noise, and Polk could also sense a powerful force coming from it.
But after a moment, everything returned to silence.
Everyone was shocked to find that the tennis ball was strangely stuck on the racket.
Condensed frost formed on the contact surface.
"Crack." With a slight sound, frost began to spread towards the racket.
"Bang." Polk quickly let go of the racket, which fell to the ground with a sound, and then was completely frozen.
"Crack." Cracks appeared on the surface of the racket and it shattered with a loud bang.
"Sorry, it looks like I won this one." Kamishiro Lan chuckled and slowly put away his racket, as if beating a professional player was a trivial matter for him.
"." Polk stared at the broken racket for a long time, unable to speak.
"The tennis ball was frozen on the racket the moment it hit the tennis racket, so no matter how strong I am, I can't hit the tennis ball back. How can I hit it back?" Although he lost points, Polk did not show any reluctance, but fell into deep thought.
Continuous reflection, summary and improvement are the qualities of Polk as a professional player.
"Baixia Penalty, the explosion of this skill is not as earth-shattering as other Bankai, but it is definitely a skill that is close to unsolvable." Inui Sadaharu swallowed hard.
"In theory, it should be because the temperature difference between the tennis ball and the racket is too large, so the tennis ball sticks to the racket, which is the same as the tongue sticking to a popsicle. To crack this trick, you should need extreme strength to overcome the adhesion between the tennis ball and the racket."
"Pure power alone should be hard to break?" Polk had a blank expression on his face, still thinking.
"The moment my racket hit the tennis ball, it was completely frozen on the racket. No matter how much force I used, it was incomprehensible. Unless I could raise the temperature of the racket."
"Perhaps only through a swift swing of the racket?"
Polk thought of a possibility.
He raised his head and looked at Kamishiro Lan with deep fear in his eyes.
"I never thought that Neon would have such a genius."
Japanese tennis has always been in a relatively weak position in world competitions.
It's just that in recent years, Japanese tennis has gradually shown a rising trend, but it is still not worth mentioning for a veteran tennis powerhouse like Germany.
But now, Polk felt the crisis.
It turns out that such a powerful genius has appeared without us noticing.
"Huh." Polk let out a long sigh.
"You win, young man." He smiled with relief and held out his hand.
"You were careless, that's all." Kamishiro Lan held Polk's hand.
"There is no such thing as carelessness. From the beginning of the game, you have controlled the rhythm of the game. Even my psychology was played by you." Polk shook his head, his expression gradually became serious, and his tone could be heard as unwillingness: "But in a formal game, the loss of one point does not mean anything. If it is a full game, the outcome will not be so easily determined."
"Compared to a complete defeat, a decent defeat suits you better." Kamishiro Lan shrugged and said without showing any weakness.
"What a confident young man." Polk couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
"I'm looking forward to fighting you in the future. See you in our world." Porco nodded towards Kamishiro Lan.
"It turns out that the minister has reached this level." Looking at this scene on the field, the Fudomine regulars felt mixed emotions.
The one on the field now is the world's number one professional player.
But Kamishiro Lan won a goal.
Regardless of whether this goal was due to luck or other factors, being able to score this point means that Kamishiro Ai has officially entered the professional level.
In comparison, they seem somewhat mediocre.
"Hey, you guys have to grow up quickly." At this time, Echizen Nanjiro came to the crowd and said casually: "You all have the ability to stand at the top of the tennis world, then challenge Kamishiro Kid."
(End of this chapter)
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