“15-0。”

“30-0。”

In Qian's service game, with only an understatement of the counterattack, Qian won two points.

Manipulating sunlight refraction, calculating angles, and even a pebble on the ground can be the key to scoring points.

In the face of the extreme input data tennis ball, Akutsu is powerless.

In the original book, Mitsuya Yajiudou takes the output data stream, which can make the opponent's brain go down through the mixed data output, and the strength cannot be exerted by 30%.

Now, what Qian's show is the ultimate input, through the analysis of everything, the data of the ball skills, theoretically, all the ball skills can be used, and even all the so-called "lucky" factors can be used.

The unicorn landed and the phoenix flashed, except for the ball skills of the god of the blue, the Qiandu has been controlled.

In his consciousness, Qian was almost numb, and his eyes were shocked, staring at everything he saw, as if he wanted to write it down.

I couldn't help muttering to myself: "I see, everything is data-based, as long as my body meets the standard, through data analysis, any ball skill can be used." It turns out that my data tennis is just a step over the threshold, and there is such a path above it. ”

"Remember, I'm going to remember this feeling!!"

I felt my body trembling, and my brain was struggling.

Obviously, with his current body, it was already difficult to just watch.

Without the protection of the mysterious power, the massive amount of information that comes all the time would have destroyed his brain.

"Bang!" In the face of the flying tennis ball, Akutsu bent his body and ran vigorously like a cheetah, running from one side of the court to the other in a second, his right foot on the ground, his body showed signs of losing balance under the huge inertia, but his bare feet and waist and abdomen exerted force at the same time, twisting his body in the air, but he converted this inertia into power and volleyed out.

"Die for me!!" This time, he aimed at Qian's face.

"Aiming at the face, in the analysis of sunlight and ground, take 1.5 steps forward, move one step to the left, the sunlight factor is achieved, the air flow is perfect, and you can fight back." Countless pieces of data poured into the brain, eliminating the mixed data, and the perfect answer came to mind.

Dry raised his hand and made a perfect forehand shot.

"Huh." The tennis ball once again crossed a sharp trajectory, and the moment it hit the ground, it was cleverly redirected by the stone and smashed hard into Yakutsu's face.

Akutsu was stunned to the end, and he didn't react for a long time.

“40-0。”

It wasn't until the referee announced that Akutsu covered his nose and slowly got up, his eyes red.

"Tick." A few drops of blood fell to the ground.

"Now, tennis is not a tool to hurt people." Qianmian held his glasses expressionlessly and said softly.

Hearing this, Akutsu suddenly realized, glared at Qian, and roared angrily: "It's you, Kamidai!" I knew it had to be you!! ”

"Got beaten crazy? Isn't Kamidai Blue standing in the rest area? ”

"Laughing to death, this won't be the first crazy middle school student."

"Playing ball, hallucinating?"

"Could it be that this is the power of data tennis, which makes people have an inescapable illusion through various counterattacks?"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

The direction of this game is starting to get a little weird.

"Kamidai? Is Qian really controlled? Dashi said urgently: "No, if this is really the case, we have to stop the game quickly." ”

"However, Qian really played advanced data tennis." Fuji interjected: "Maybe for Qian, this is an opportunity. ”

"Not bad. With my understanding of the gods, he will not deliberately hurt others for a purpose, if I guess correctly, Qian's consciousness is still there, he just can't control his body, for Qian, this is an opportunity to see the future direction, completely analyze everything on the field, every flower and grass can become the key to scoring, this is what the gods show, the advancement of data tennis. ”

"Being able to analyse everything, being able to play all the balls, this kind of data tennis is going in a different direction. But what does Akutsu mean by that? Could it be that Qian was really controlled by the gods? It's incredible, but I don't believe that Akutsu made something out of nothing. In the stands, Mamoru Inoue is holding a camera, and you look back at Sumire Ryuzaki: "Ms. Ryuzaki, what do you think?" ”

"I don't know, the current Qian really can't touch such a high-level data tennis, but if it is controlled by Shen Dailan, how did he do it?" Sumire Ryuzaki's face was ugly, and his eyes could not hide his horror.

"All kinds of unbelievable unknowns will combine a whimsical tennis skill, which is the charm of tennis." Mamoru Inoue couldn't help but sigh.

In his career, he has seen countless incredible skills.

But every year begins, there will be countless unknowns and surprises waiting for him to explore.

Every year the feelings and experiences of reporting are different.

That's one of the reasons why he became a tennis magazine reporter and has been doing it for decades.

"Kamiyo!!" Akutsu looked at the smiling Qian angrily: "Isn't this fun?" He subconsciously clenched his racket.

He's always wanted to have a serious one-on-one match with Kamidai Blue, but not in this way, but in a dignified one-on-one manner.

What humiliated him was that God had ravaged him by using this method of dominating other people's bodies.

For the proud Akutsu, the pride was completely shattered at this moment.

"Yakutsu, there's only one last ball left." Qian reminded softly.

"Buzz!" In the next moment, countless data that had been stored in the cadre's body poured out densely and rushed towards Yakutsu.

Angles, lights, muscles, vision, all kinds of related data are pressed towards Akutsu like a torrent.

Finally, it turned into a smiling face: "You are defeated, Akutsu." ”

"Boom!" Akutsu only felt his brain explode, everything turned into a blank, and a bloody figure slowly walked from his heart.

"Hey, Lao Tzu, it's not defeated yet! Let's fight! "The sea of blood appeared. directly engulfed all the mixed data, turning into a pair of eyes full of violent atmosphere, and a bloodstained broadsword.

In reality.

Akutsu raised his head suddenly, and his originally empty eyes suddenly became fierce.

"Now, I'm back from hell."

A blood-red aura appeared from his right hand, holding a tennis racket, lingering around his wrist.

"It's the breath he used in the last game, it's more condensed." Tachibana and Chitose glanced at each other, and their mouths were dry.

"What kind of breath is this, it's terrifying. A trace of fear rose in my heart! In the stands, Irie Sota and Onijujiro looked horrified.

Onijujiro subconsciously looked at his right hand, but found that the hand began to tremble.

"Did his aura make my ghosts and gods feel a little fearful? No way, he's only a national player now. Oni Jujiro muttered.

"No wonder the coach asked us to come here, these people from Fudo Peak are not simple." Irie Sodo raised his forehead with some annoyance: "It's really troublesome, we won't have to fight them." ”

The actor Irie Sota's heart was a little resistant to competing with Akutsu and Kamidai Blue.

This discovery shocked him even more.

(End of chapter)