"Shen Dailan's initial ball skills are beyond science." Irie spread his hands: "Just like our other dimension, it completely challenged the authority of science, and I think this is the truth of the magic spear, which really extends a silver knife from the racket." ”

"Silver knives?"

Looking at the puzzled eyes of everyone, Irie pointed to the tennis ball in the barbed wire and said, "There is a white knife mark on the tennis ball, I think, this is the trace caused by the silver knife extending out and smashing on the tennis ball." ”

"Makes sense." Watanabe nodded: "Although this solution is not as weird as the Black Wing Great Demon, it is very practical. ”

"Yes, this is the perfect ball to be able to volley, whether it is doubles or singles, it can play very well."

"Bang."

“30-0。”

“40-0。”

With two silver shots, the game came to match point.

"Whew." Tezuka's breathing became a little heavier, and beads of sweat the size of beans continued to slide down his forehead.

This is not the physical exertion, but the mental exertion of the high concentration of the mind.

"It's so fast, why is there such a fast ball." Tezuka pursed his lips, his expression sank.

As a contestant, he can feel the horror of the spear first.

When you just swing the racket and hit the ball back, the next second, the ball will fly upside down and smash into your own half.

The whole process was less than half a second, and he had to predict the angle and power of the tennis ball in half a second, and make a counterattack, which was simply impossible.

"What should I do?" Tezuka's brain was racing.

"How do you react?"

"What's wrong, Tezuka, can't you think of a way?" Shen Dailan said with a smile, and the tennis ball in his hand was slightly raised: "If you can't even catch up with tennis, how can you become the world's No. 1 tennis player." ”

"Bang!"

The right hand is buckled, and the tennis ball turns into a streamer and goes towards Tezuka.

"Bang." When the tennis ball hits the ground and bounces, Tezuka's racket is accurately imprinted on the tennis ball.

"As long as you look at the tennis ball clearly, you can predict it and wait a minute!" Tezuka seemed to suddenly think of something, his eyes widened, and he looked down.

"Huh."

As soon as the tennis ball flew over the net, its shadow landed on the front of the net, and then it headed towards Tezuka's half court at great speed.

"Shadow, I see it!" Tezuka's pupils shrank, and his body started at the same time, and he suddenly jumped to the right, stretching his body and straightening the racket of his left hand with all his might.

In the stunned gaze of the others, the tennis racket touched the tennis ball.

With a crisp sound, the dropped tennis ball flew out of bounds.

"Game, 3-1, Fudo Peak Kamidai Blue leads."

"Just a little bit!" Although he lost points, Tezuka did not have a trace of frustration, but ignited a more vigorous fighting spirit.

This time you can touch the ball, and the next time you can definitely hit the ball.

"It's worthy of Kunimitsu Tezuka, who was able to receive that ball." The sidelines were even more amazed.

The intensity of this game has exceeded everyone's imagination.

Tezuka shows what a top national player should be, always calm, superb and constantly seeking breakthroughs.

And the god of death is even more worthy of the name, no matter how powerful the opponent's ball skills are, God Dai Lan will never have a flustered mood, and steadily crack the opponent's ball skills, and the strength is unfathomable.

Now people are no longer talking about whether Kamidai Lan can defeat the Son of God.

Rather, the Son of God can win a few rounds.

"Vice Minister Sanada, the strength of Kamidai Blue." Nioh Masaharu wanted to speak and stopped: "I can't see through it at all, I tried to imitate the minister's five senses deprivation, although I failed, but I still have a little clue, but I can't imitate the first solution and return blade of the god at all, his first solution is too mysterious, not only variety, but also covers all aspects of ability." ”

"I think he's probably better than the minister."

With a light sigh, Sanada was silent, and only after a moment did he say dryly: "Yukimura was also defeated 6-0 by Kamiyo Blue in the past. ”

"The growth rate of Fudo Peak is too fast, and they are definitely the biggest obstacle to Lihaida's three consecutive championships this year."

"The magic gun, as if extending from the tennis racket, has a vacuum wave to hit the tennis ball." Qian frowned: "The yellow tennis ball and the fleeting silver light are easy to make people's eyes tired in the sun, if you stare at the tennis ball to track, it is not only a big burden on the eyes, but also easy to make mistakes, so Tezuka judged the angle of the tennis ball through the shadow, which is a very smart idea, but the time to fight back is still too hasty." ”

"Isn't there a way to crack this solution?" Takeshi Momojo said with a frustrated face.

"You can't have invincible skills, any skills will be flawed." Fuji Zhouzhu looked determined.

He began to replay the previous game in his mind.

When he noticed Shen Dailan's posture, his eyes lit up, and he muttered to himself, "I see, I know how to crack it." ”

"Senior Fuji, do you know how to crack the spear?" The crowd exclaimed.

Fuji Ning nodded: "Tezuka is now a fan of the authorities, don't worry, it won't be long before he will find a flaw!" But the premise is that he can't be dragged along by the rhythm of Shendailan. ”

In tennis, the spirit is always tight, so it's easy to overlook some very simple factors.

The current Tezuka is a little out of breath by a series of magic guns, and naturally ignores many small factors.

"Bang." Tezuka drives the ball and applies an upspin and hopes to pull the tennis ball by the ability of the field.

"Shoot him, sharpshooter." In a flash of light, the tennis ball hit the ground again and flew off the field.

"Stomp, stomp." Tezuka's figure activated, and according to the shadow of the tennis ball, but unfortunately his speed was limited, he jumped again and stretched out his arms, trying to reach the tennis ball.

Under the struggle, the racket in his hand touched the tennis ball, and with a slightly dull hitting sound, the tennis ball floated towards the position of Kamidai Blue with an arc.

"Step." Kamidai Blue leaps up in front of the net and smashes the tennis ball to the other side with a random smash.

“15-0。”

"No, the method of capturing shadows doesn't work at all, and the body doesn't have time to react." Liu Lian shook her head again and again: "The flight distance of an ordinary tennis ball should be from the bottom line on one side to the bottom line on the other side, but under the beginning of the magic spear, the flight distance is directly halved, which also means that the speed of Tezuka's running and reaction will be doubled, which is absolutely impossible to crack the magic spear." ”

“30-0。”

“40-0。” Kunimitsu Tezuka keeps losing points.

Tragic.

It's the word that comes to everyone's mind.

Even if the national-level Tezuka Kunimitsu opens selflessness, he is still losing and retreating.

Keep failing, and keep getting up.

"Minister." The fists of the members of the Qingxue were quietly clenched, and their eyes were full of unbearability.

"Tezuka, stand up! You can do it. Fuji Zhousuke had a worried look in his eyes: "Don't be confused by the current battle situation, you will definitely be able to find the flaws of the other party!" ”

"Game, 4-1, Fudo Peak God Dai Blue leads."

“15-0。”

“30-0。”

“40-0。”

"Bang!" Another ultra-high-speed riposte, Tezuka took steps without hesitation, his eyes resolute.

At this moment, his body was covered with mud and grass clippings, and he also had different falls on his knees and arms.

"Kamiyo!" He looked at Kamiyo Blue and struck the racket in his hand hard, giving the tennis ball an upward spin and walking away with an arc.

He saw Kamidai Lan strike that strange pose again, his eyes widened, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

"I understand! Originally! This is how the sharpshooter is cracked! ”

The next moment, Tezuka's body activated, and while the tennis ball had not yet crossed the net, he ran to the left.

(End of chapter)