"It's finally here, the match between Kamidai Blue and Yamabuki Ace Singles." The drowsy major countries on the sidelines are in high spirits.

"Qianshi is pure, nicknamed lucky Qianshi, likes to hang lucky on his lips, has passed the youth tryout, has excellent dynamic strength, and his handball skills are high-hitting tiger cannons." Qian flipped through his notes, found information about Qianshi, and said slowly.

"But because he believes in luck too much, his strength is not growing at a very fast rate." Liu Lianji added.

"But he's still the best singles player in Yamabuki."

"Oops, I didn't expect this guy to be singles one, it's really unlucky." Chigoku grabbed the tennis string and complained, in his sight, Kamidai Lan was already standing on the playing field, and a feeling of suffocation came to his face.

"This guy is terrifying." His grip on the tennis string tightened.

"Go ahead, Chigoku, and make sure to have a good game." At present, Yamabuki has fallen behind 0-4, and the ironclad round of tours is set, and the mood of the main candidates is relaxed.

"Let them see how powerful our mountain blows."

"Let's give it a go."

Under the expectant gaze of his partners, Chiseki scratched his head and walked into the venue.

"Lucky's Qianshi, I heard that you are very lucky, so let me see it." Shendai Lan looked at Qianshi with a smile, and the tennis racket in his hand was facing the ground: "Positive or negative?" ”

"The minister of Fudo Peak, Shen Dailan, I heard that your tennis is very dangerous, please be merciful to your subordinates, I will choose the right one."

"Huh." The tennis racket begins to spin and then lands on the ground.

"Positive." Shen Dairan picked up the tennis racket: "It seems that your luck is really good, I hope your luck can help you win the game." ”

After saying that, Shen Dailan showed a malicious smile.

Does the Metaphysical Property of Luck really exist and can even affect a game?

Ever since watching the anime, Kamiyo Blue has developed a deep curiosity about the lucky attributes of Sengoku.

When both sides stand still, the referee announces the start of the game.

"The minister of Fudo Peak, Shen Dailan, is good at ball skills and starts to solve, and defeated Fuji Shusuke 6-0." Kamidai Blue's message flickered in Chigoku's mind.

He thinks that his strength is not as good as Fuji, and even Fuji has lost so badly, and he is definitely not much better.

"I'm so lucky, maybe I can find his weakness." Sengoku's gaze turned cold and he tossed the ball high.

When the tennis ball lands to a certain height, he swings his racket.

The moment the tennis ball flew out, he ran towards the net.

Because he understands that if he wants to score, he has to be surprised.

He has excellent insight and may be able to predict the direction of the ball based on Kamidailan's movements, so that he can take the initiative.

"The movement of his swing." The arm in the sight was slightly afterimaged, causing the eyes to be tired and tingling, and before Qianshi could react, there was the sound of a tennis ball falling to the ground around him.

"Bang." The tennis ball turned into a streamer and flew off the court at his feet.

“15-0。”

"You'd better stay on the bottom line and play with me." Under the sun, Shendai Lan showed a harmless smile from humans and animals.

Why did he let me stay on the bottom line?

Chiseki returned to the tee point with a solemn face.

"Smack." The whole court was silent, except for the sound of a thousand stones slapping a tennis ball.

What's going on, my hands are shaking.

Beads of sweat beaded on Qianshi's innocent forehead, his lips pursed, and his eyes carried a hint of fear.

Am I afraid?

"Shen Dailan, it's really like a god of death, I just stand here as an audience, and I have a feeling of wanting to escape." Qian took a deep breath to calm his inner turmoil and muttered.

"This is the murderous aura of a tennis player, and it is hard to imagine what kind of pressure Senshi is under when he goes head-to-head with Kamishiro Blue." Liu Lianji added.

Even if Yabuki has already lost, I will play in the last game, and everyone will watch it.

I can't keep my hands anymore!!

Sengoku's eyes became firm and he tossed the ball.

The ball was thrown high, causing exclamations from the sidelines.

If a person moves his body and center of gravity backwards before throwing the ball, it will cause the thrown ball to fly behind him naturally.

So.

Throwing a tennis ball too high is likely to lead to a deformation of posture or even a misserved serve.

"Huh." In the midst of many puzzled eyes, Qianshi jumped high, raised his right tennis racket, and slammed it down like a smash.

"Bang."

When the tennis ball collides with the racket, it seems to explode into a shock wave, and then it explodes towards Kamiyo Blue like a cannonball.

"Throw the tennis ball hard, jump up when the ball is at the highest point, and hit the ball out in the form of a smash, so that the ball will not only have power and speed, but also part of the body's strength, such a serve can be understood as a heavy artillery serve, and people with a slightly weaker physique will not be able to fight back at all."

"At the beginning, he relied on this hand to be selected for the neon youth team." Qian slowly explained.

But does this hand serve really work for Kamidai Blue?

The answer is clearly no.

The moment the ball bounces off the ground, a red tennis racket has been quietly imprinted on its inevitable trajectory.

"Bang." The tennis ball immediately flew back in the path it had come.

Sengoku did not hesitate, and immediately headed towards the ball, striding out, stepping on the ground hard, and waving his right hand with a raised arm.

When the ball entered the racket, the force transmitted was not as strong as he imagined, but a little weak.

"What's going on?" With such a question, Chigoku struck the ball back, only to see that Kamiyo Blue was already standing loosely, waiting for the ball to arrive.

"Chigoku, let me see how lucky you are."

Kamidai Lan took a step back, his right racket slightly upward, and pulled it out in a chopping position.

"Huh." The tennis ball went towards Sengoku's half court at a bottom angle.

"Is this a phoenix returning to its nest?" Chigoku, who had seen the video, immediately recognized Kamiyo Blue's striking posture.

"The ball doesn't bounce when it hits the ground, it goes along the ground and forward, so you have to hit back before you hit the ground!" Sengoku strode forward, his figure with a phantom, and before the tennis ball hit the ground, the racket was swung with precision.

"Snort." The tennis ball spun wildly, and in the stunned gaze of Qianshi, it crossed a strange angle, skimmed over his face, and flew high into the air.

“15-0。” The referee's voice trembled slightly.

"The ball bounced in the face on the racket?" Qianshi's eyes widened, and he stroked his face with palpitations, and there was a slight tingling sensation from there.

"Hey, your luck seems to be really good, the ball didn't hit your face." Kamidai Lan's voice of surprise came to his ears.

When hitting this cool volley, Kamiyo Blue deliberately applied a spin that almost deflected in favor of the face.

The chance of hitting the face should be more than 80 percent.

However, the ball passed by Sengoku's face.

Lucky Thousand Stones, sure enough, lives up to its name.

Running for the creed of scientific verification, Kamidai Blue intends to continue to test how metaphysical Sengoku's luck is.

"It's really interesting, let's serve quickly." Kamidai Lan carried the racket back to its previous position and said gently.

"This guy, is the game a game?" Qianshi stroked his face in a daze, only to shudder.

(End of chapter)