Chapter 14 Roar

"Even the White Dragon is ineffective?" Horio looked at the white dragon who was attacked back, with a hint of dejection on his face.

Momojo Begonia and Oishi are also like him, Tezuka's expression is indifferent and unmoved; A trace of cold sweat oozed from his face, the pen in his hand trembled, and the previous information was refreshed again, and he had an urge not to record it. The more he wrote, the more he felt the horror of that man, and the most intuitive thing was that that person hadn't even shed a drop of sweat until now.

"No, the gap is too big." The orange on the stage shook his head, the genius of Qingxue is not weak, and he is even about to break through to the next realm. But alas, he met that person and was killed

"Yan Flashback should also evolve, right?" With silver-white hair and a smile on his face, he shows confidence from the inside out.

Fuji didn't answer, but the glint in his eyes represented the unwillingness in his heart.

"Bang!"

Throwing the ball, serving, and attacking, that's his answer.

"Huh!"

Shiraishi chuckled, moved towards the ball with broken steps, and then raised his hand and swung his paddle at the incoming ball.

"Bang!"

Strong topspin, this is a provocation, a provocation by Shiraishi to Fuji Tennis.

"As you wish!"

The essence in Fuji's eyes flashed, and as he ran, his right hand was raised high. Catch up with the ball, swing the racket, and the whole racket is placed horizontally. And then he used his understanding of tennis.

"Bang!"

The ball landed quickly, and the white stone on the side didn't have time to react.

"Nice ball, it's a pity!" Shiraishi sighed.

This ball, it's not that he didn't have time to react, but he didn't want to react at all. As soon as Fuji's ball hits the ground, there is no solution, provided that Shiraishi does not have the time to cast the 'realm'. (This is the domain of Tezuka, not the field of world-class players)

"Whew!"

The surrounding air turned into a large whirlpool centered on the white stone, and Fuji's return ball was stuck in the ripples of the whirlpool, drifting with the tide towards the white stone in the center.

"Bang!"

Raising your hand and hitting the ball, a qiē is so natural that it makes people feel powerless.

“15：40.”

"yes, it's the end of the game!" The team members of the Four Heavenly Treasure Temple said excitedly.

Although they are full of confidence in the unfathomable strength of the minister, these ordinary team members are still a little worried, after all, not everyone can understand Shiraishi's current realm. At this time, the minister's suppression of the other party made them trust the minister more and breathe a deep sigh of relief in their hearts.

"Are you going to lose?" The people of Qingxue are a little lost.

Kikumaru didn't have the same cheerful movements as before, and he looked at Fuji, and he could feel the feeling of powerlessness. It's just that he looked over, but said with some surprise: "No, he's actually laughing?" ”

That's right, at the last moment, when it came to the end of the game, Fuji's mood was the most relaxed. Despite being suppressed by the other party all the time, even though he was about to lose at the moment, and even though his triple counterattack evolved and was cracked by the other party, he still smiled. Because, at that moment, he realized a new return shot.

"It's coming, Fifth Style," Fuji said softly, but the smile on his face was gone, and it turned into those startled eyes.

"Fifth form, what do you mean?" Kikumaru, who had been observing Fuji, was a little puzzled, and then reacted a little.

"Won't it be?"

"Oh? Enlightened? The fifth hit back? Shiraishi was unfazed, but he was also looking forward to seeing how many balls he could get over the net.

"Bang!"

As if he had changed his head, Fuji's serve was even more neat.

"Stompe!!"

Shiraishi was also a little surprised by this, the more people like Fuji got to the end, the stronger the power would burst. Those eagle-like sharp eyes, as if they had seen the weakness of their prey, were about to strike fatally. However, Shiraishi is more confident in himself.

"Bang!"

Stop, bend your arms, swing your racket. It seems that he has practiced a thousand times of general movements, this is the source of Shiraishi's confidence, even if he does not use those higher-level powers, Shiraishi has a self-confidence foundation to suppress it.

On the other side, looking at the ball that Shiraishi hit back, Fuji closed his eyes, and at this time, he had no distractions.

"Whew!"

Feeling the wind from Shiraishi's ball, Fuji's eyes opened instantly. At this moment, the trajectory of the ball, and even the lines, were clearly imprinted in Fuji's eyes. The next moment, Fuji moved.

Take a step with your left foot, raise your right hand holding the racket, and paddle it towards the tennis ball.

"Sneer"

The balls are tangent on the racket, somewhat similar to the previous phoenix flashback. But when the ball was about to jump off the racket, Fuji's action was not over, and he turned the racket upside down and continued to spin with the other side.

"Even the reverse side of the racket was used?" The off-court trail was shocked by how powerful the spin of the ball was so powerful. I'm afraid it's much larger than Tezuka's Zero Style, but even so, the burden of Fuji's arms isn't much. "No two weeks of help, no longer the name of genius"

"Bang!"

When the ball rolls to the other end of the racket, Fuji leans forward with the racket in his hand and sends the ball out with a skillful force. The ball spun and moved at high speed, heading towards the white stone on the opposite side.

Although I have never touched this type of ball, with Shiraishi's eyesight, I can still see the power of this ball. It was a little different from the state of Fuji just now, at this time, not only the lines of the tennis ball in Shiraishi's eyes were clearly visible, but even the power of the ball when it was spinning, he could clearly feel it.

"Your return ball can't pass the net!" Fuji looked at the white stone on the opposite side and said lightly.

Shiraishi was silent, and the racket in his hand met the ball.

"Bang!"

As soon as he came into contact with it, Shiraishi knew that this ball was not simple, and the spin contained in it was a little stronger than he imagined. This also made Shiraishi take a look at Fujitaka, maybe he could reach the top of the 'technique'!

But at this time, the white stone is no longer the white stone in the original book. His speed, strength, technique, and realm were beyond the ordinary, and he had many ways to crack the ball, but he still used the most basic methods. That is to counteract the rotation with a spin and break head-on.

"Hah!"

Shiraishi's left arm moved slightly, which was a technique he had figured out by himself. While the arm moved, a trace of undetectable force was transmitted to the center of the ball, canceling and dissolving, and the rotation in the ball was cracked by him.

"In the past!"

Shiraishi snorted softly and threw the racket out of his hand. The ball streaked some distance in the air, and although it was slowly descending, it was still some distance from the net. This made Fuji have a bad feeling in his heart.

"Oops!"

Gently, the ball touches the net and then falls down. It's a wipe tennis ball.

Fuji's heart was inexplicably frightened, and at this moment he suddenly woke up to who he was facing. Because the surprise of the fifth-style return ball he had just realized disappeared in an instant, he ran forward like crazy, regardless of increasing his speed.

It's close, it's close, but it's still a little bit away from the ball. Fuji sighed in his heart, the opponent's tennis ball was too good, and he had already accepted his fate in his heart and lost.

"Senior, do you want to escape?" Suddenly, a soft shout came. Without a heartbeat, he naturally knew that the owner of this voice was him, the stubborn boy who kept creating miracles.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still. A rush of blood surged up in his heart, and Fuji rushed towards this ball, this is his game, this is his tennis, he doesn't want to lose. In my mind, the boring thought of training at that time, the unintentional ball, the thought at that time, appeared clearly and unmistakably in my mind.

Before he moved, the racket slashed in front of him like antelope horns, and a strange arc appeared.

Something like a hallucination appeared in front of Shiraishi's eyes, and that kind of artistic conception seemed to be the ultimate tennis technique. Although it was faint and pitiful, Shiraishi still sensed a hint of danger.

"Bang!"

Fuji's racket swept by, and everyone looked at the scene in front of them in shock, marveling at the stars that seemed to be twinkling in the night sky.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, black clouds covered the sky, and all the stars became dim, obscuring their own brilliance. Tezuka, Kibe, Tachibana, and Chitose were shocked, and they felt a hint of terror.

"Click"

Moments later, a slight sound of falling balls rang out behind Fuji.

"At the end of the game, Shitenhoji Shiraishi Kuranosuke won, the score was 6-0."

"Ahh

As soon as the referee's voice fell, Fuji, who was lying on the ground, suddenly turned over and roared loudly. He vented all kinds of negative feelings in his heart, and his voice fluctuated, making people feel concerned.

"Ha, I lost!" After a moment, the roar stopped, and Fuji muttered softly.

He smiled, not discouraged by the fact that he had lost. At this time, he seemed to understand a certain truth, and his eyes flashed. The match was lost, but he gained more, and he also allowed himself to have his own thoughts and find his own way in tennis.

"Your tennis is of a good standard!" Suddenly, a voice rang out in Fuji's ears. He naturally knew the owner of the voice, and the smile on his face was even stronger.

"Smack!"

Opening his eyes and holding Shiraishi's hand, Fuji got up from the ground, looked at Shiraishi, and said with a smile: "Shiraishi-san, you're stronger!" There was confidence in his tone. But suddenly, he saw the bandage on Shiraishi's left hand, and his movements froze slightly.

Looking at Fuji, Shiraishi also smiled bitterly in his heart. I don't know if it's fate, Fuji was defeated by his hands, and moreover, it was still with a weight on his hands.

Because under that bandage, it's a new product that Kurobe gave to Shiraishi

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