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"Just let me see......" Fujimine's vanished serve was exactly the same. With his current wrist and grip strength, he can't use his own things at all, and he can barely imitate the same serve, which is already considered his deep strength.

But of course, you know how to crack your own moves. Fuji's moves are not unconsciously imitated in the realm of selflessness, but have been thought and practiced thousands of times - maybe not practiced, but all in all, the one who dares to say that the world knows the most about the disappearing serve is undoubtedly Fuji Zhou Zhu himself. He knows where the ball will rise, how far it will slide, when it will disappear, where it will fly.

"Hey!"

Fuji let out a rare roar, and saw him clapping with both hands, his eyes closed, stepping on it, following the swing of his arm, and waving his hand!

"Smack!"

A crisp impact sounded, Fuji Feng smiled bitterly, and the cloud hand was activated and began to move to catch the ball.

"Look, Fuji Feng has moved!" Kawamura exclaimed.

"That's right, Fuji seems to have used some kind of move to crack Fujifeng's domain." With a puzzled face, he made vertical calculations in the notebook, wrote and drawn, and said with a puzzled tone: "No, this move seems to be very strong, but it shouldn't be at the point of the previous few big moves, how can you crack the compass of Fujifeng?" ”

Unexpectedly, Teng Feng had a problem with himself, and his thinking fell into a misunderstanding.

"Trouble." Fujimine frowned and came to the spot where the ball landed, waved his hand, and the ball crossed the high trajectory and flew towards the half of Fuji. He can't play other balls now, so he can only use the strength of Tai Chi to barely hit the swallow and copy the water.

This kind of chipping ball is extremely demanding on the position, and although Yun Shou can help Fuji Feng stand up first through calculations in the dark, the pace of movement will inevitably increase too much. Even with a cloud hand, Fuji Feng is not 100% capable of catching the ball.

"Bang!" Although the difficulty has increased a lot, the power of the swallow to copy the water has not diminished in the slightest, and almost before the ball bounces up, from the perspective of the two, the ball seems to have disappeared.

"Hey!"

Fuji didn't open his eyes, his mind guiding him to react. Calculated on the ground, the pupil of the heart and the cloud hand, the effect is basically the same. Because Yun Shou was still distracted by the attack of the pure realm outbreak, his ability to find the ball in the dark was much weaker than that of the pupil of the heart, but if it was considered a comprehensive strength, it was difficult to define which one was stronger or weaker.

Sure enough, with the guidance of the pupil of the heart, the swallow that used optical illusion to cause the "disappearance" to copy the water could no longer be effective, and was easily counterattacked by Fuji.

"He's calling back! This time it's really cracked the swallow water! Even Haitang, who has always been gloomy, couldn't help but be amazed.

"Senior Fuji, it's really strong." Echizen, who has always claimed to be not inferior to others, lowered the brim of his hat and whispered to himself. The realm of indifference made him feel the gap. It turns out that the strength he is proud of is actually nothing in front of a real master. This is the case in front of his father Nanjiro, in front of Fujimine, and even the inextricable Fuji who once fought with him has now left him behind.

"Come again!" Of course, Fuji Feng will not mess up because of a simple counterattack, and the cloud hand is not weaker than the pupil of the heart. His footsteps seemed to move slowly, as if he was strolling leisurely on the court, and he caught up with Fuji's return ball lightly, and with a swipe of his wrist left and right, it was another swallow scribbling water.

"Smack!"

"Phew!"

"Smack!"

Between the two, there is no such winning trick, there is only a battle of strength, and one ball at a time. In the blink of an eye, the two played more than 20 goals, and the score became 4-3, Fuji Feng was still ahead by one point, and the situation on the court did not seem to have changed.

"Hah!" After dozens of balls, Fuji Feng's forehead also began to sweat, and his energy was also slightly lacking. In his previous competitions, he felt that his physical strength was still very abundant, but his energy could not support it, and he had a feeling of helplessness to give up. But this time it was reversed, although his energy was a little weak, but it could still support him to continue fighting, and now that he has the realm of the sleeping god, Fuji Feng is no longer afraid of a protracted battle.

The key problem is that even if he uses the realm of the god of sleep now, dragging an arm that can barely exert strength, he will definitely not be able to play better. Teng Feng swung out this beat, his fingers loosened slightly, and the racket "brushed", slid down more than ten centimeters, and almost fell off the ground.

"Your wrist can't support it, can you?" Fuji's eyes opened for the first time since he realized the pupil of the heart. The ice blue light shot out of gratitude, and a hint of regret, "It's a pity, I'm going to win this game." ”

"What, Fuji Feng's hand, what's wrong?" Momojo asked suspiciously, he didn't remember what injuries Fujimine's hand had suffered.

"It's that trick, if you insist on using it, it's really a reckless person." Echizen said angrily, and he slowly tasted the taste. Fuji's attack is obviously not strong, why doesn't Fujimine use a compass? If you don't have any amazing tricks, it must be Fujimine's own fault. As for when the problem occurred, thinking about the trick of Gengui Yuanshou just now, it looked like a gorgeous trick that was forcibly put together, and the question was solved.

"So...... Fuji Feng's hand has actually been out of force a long time ago because of too much force? Qian finally came out of the misunderstanding, shocked and inexplicable, "This is impossible, if it is really out of force, the force that can be used is no more than fifteen newtons, at most it is the gravity of an apple, how can it be that it has been playing?" ”

No one paid any attention, and they thought of an even more unbelievable possibility. "So......" Kikumaru's tone seemed to be watching a sun rise from the east, west, south, and north directions this morning, "little ghost...... Going to lose? ”

Rattan Summit Lose? This possibility should be said to be the most natural thing. Narcolepsy combined with a childish personality, weak batting, never training, of course he should lose, there is no reason for him to win.

But he won every game.

This kind of fact has been ingrained in everyone's mind, and the thought of Fuji Feng actually losing, everyone finds that they can't even imagine such a scene. Even Echizen, who was most eager to defeat Fujimine, was blank in his mind.

Fujimine, will you really lose? (To be continued.) )