In front of the net.

Frankensteiner and wooden hands are facing each other.

The difference in height makes the two people not look like their peers at all.

Frankensteiner grinned, how could such a small man be his opponent.

Although the information showed that the man in front of him was a formidable opponent, Frankensteiner did not care.

Just a tennis desert, what kind of players can get out.

One Echizen Minamijiro may have emptied their luck for decades.

Then the two quickly completed the guess under the referee's instructions.

"It's game on! Two wins in three sets, Frankensteiner's serve from Heidelberg High School in Germany! ”

It was Frankensteiner who got the chance to start.

......

Frankensteiner's large hands gripped the tennis ball in the palm of his hand, and his slender eyes looked intimidating.

In Frankensteiner's eyes, there seemed to be one red dot after another, constantly scanning the left and right of the wooden hand.

"Cut! Not bad! ”

Failure to find a flaw in the wooden hand made Frankensteiner wary of the wooden hand, and it was not easy to do this.

But he still didn't worry, because he was a tennis robot!

Peng!

The stake-style flat serve directly blasted out a wave of air.

The slender length of the tennis ball that shuttles through the air shows the strength of Frankensteiner's hitting.

However, what Frankensteiner didn't expect was that Kito's seemingly slender arms actually took his serve effortlessly.

Frankensteiner once again watched the pitch of the wooden hands, and countless red dots continued to scan the wooden hands' half.

Peng!

Frankensteiner used his burly body as a pedal to target the front court in the opposite direction of the wooden hand with a volley.

It is an area that is difficult for wooden hands to take care of.

It's just that he didn't expect the power of the land shrinking method.

The upper body of the wooden hand shook slightly, and the afterimage left in place drifted away with the wind after a moment.

"What!"

Frankensteiner's face sank, and he was a little surprised by the strength of the other party's feet.

"Big Rice Spoon!"

Peng!

In Kito's opinion, a big man like this must have some weakness in terms of agility, so he used the ball to shoot at Frankensteiner's feet with a lot of spin.

"Humph! Don't underestimate me!"

Frankensteiner sneered, he doesn't know how many people in his tennis career have held such thoughts.

He may have had problems with this in the past, but after he was added to the German Under-17 reserve list, a special coaching staff worked out intensive training for him in this area.

Now his lower limbs are no longer stiff.

Squatting down, his thick arms hooked up between his waist and abdomen.

Peng!

A nice topspin ball is hit.

Frankensteiner, who raised his head, saw the figure of the wooden hand jumping high.

"Oops!"

Frankensteiner, who hit the ball with the strength of the carpenter's wrist, wanted to get up and defend at this time, which was a little too whimsical.

Winter!

"Game, Higa Kunichu Kite Eishiro, 15:0."

......

Bismarck was also a little surprised after seeing the performance of the wooden hand and said: "His strength is quite good, Frankensteiner has completely fallen into the rhythm of the other party." ”

"Kite Eishiro, he is ranked No.2 in the internal strength of Higa Kunijun, and Higa Kunitsu is also the team that has won the neon domestic national competition for the second time in a row. ”

The information was collected only after the start of the conference, and the performance of the wooden hand was more convincing than the information.

Bismarck was happy after hearing this, and said, "Can he only be regarded as No.2?" Isn't that No.1 even more remarkable. ”

Now Bismarck became more and more interested.

on the field.

Wooden hand also roughly knows Frankensteiner's strength, although it is indeed good, but there is still a gap compared to himself.

A pitch-black aura emerged behind the wooden hand crouching behind the left-hand return area, slowly pressing Frankensteiner like a dark cloud.

"What is that?!"

Many people who saw this novelty at last year's World Cup in France suddenly showed surprised eyes.

Is a junior high school student actually mastering this? And it seems that the proficiency is not low.

Although Frankenstein didn't know what an asura Shinto was, he could also feel the momentum rising from Mu's hand and the pervasive spiritual oppression.

Knowing that the other party was afraid that he had made some terrible moves, Frankensteiner's heart also became a lot more solemn.

Phew!

It was another powerful flat serve.

Frankensteiner, of course, would not give up his superiority in strength.

The rebounding tennis ball approached him, and the fierce light in Mu Shou's eyes suddenly appeared.

"Dark Shot!"

Peng!

Darkness is coming!

The huge "black chariot" directly filled Frankensteiner's child's hole, and even the sunlight on the dome seemed to be obscured by the wooden hand's dark shot at this moment.

A great force slammed into Frankensteiner's chest.

Even the huge Frankensteiner couldn't get a foothold and was knocked to the ground by the ball.

"Game, Higa Kuninaka Kite Eishiro, 30:0."

......

One in the stands.

Pete Lambier poked Amadeus, who was sitting next to him, and said, "Lord, this should be the same dark shot as you, right?" ”

Amadeus nodded and said, "Well, it's a dark shot. ”

Tasta smiled and said, "Then I'd like to meet him for a while." ”

Ranbir had a lot of turmoil in his heart at the moment.

Everyone in the Swiss team has a lot of respect for their main player, and they naturally know how terrifying their main player's tricks are.

Although it seems that the wooden hand's dark shot is not as amazing as Amadeus, it is still amazing enough.

It's not just the Swiss team.

The rest of the team has already seen that there are wise men.

Said surgingly: "I really didn't expect him to master the dark shot?!" ”

Even if it is a little surprising, after all, such a trick is basically impossible for ordinary junior high school students to master.

Bismarck scratched his head and said, "Can they only be regarded as No.2 in their team?" Then I want to see more and more how sacred their NO.1 is. ”

on the field.

Frankensteiner struggled to his feet.

The tennis robot is not only about his eyesight and ball control, but also about his body as strong as a robot.

If it weren't for that, he would never have been able to please that goal just now.

However, even though Frankensteiner was in excellent physical condition, his abdomen was a little bitter this time.

"This guy!!"

Frankensteiner knew he was in serious trouble.

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