"Kamiyo is starting to get serious." Tachibana looked solemn: "Look seriously, this is the first time that the god generation is serious with the same strength." ”

In the game for a long time, Shen Dailan basically only used the same strength as the opponent, relying on technology and spirit to crush the opponent.

And in these games, Shen Dailan's attitude has always been relatively lazy and casual, and it is also full of flaws in the eyes of others.

But even so, there are still very few people who can win a game in the hands of Kamidailan.

Now, Shen Dailan is serious, and the flaws on his body have completely disappeared.

It's hard for Tachibana to imagine how terrifying Kamidai Blue is now.

"Oops, this little ghost is getting a little serious." On the coach's seat, Minamijiro Echizen smiled, and a look of remembrance appeared in his eyes.

I remember when Shen Dailan competed with himself, his completely serious demeanor was really impressive.

"The god of the little ghost is serious, then this game is good. I hope this little imp can break through himself. Minamijiro Echizen is looking forward to the next match.

Witnessing the growth of these young people along the way, this sense of expectation is also very strong.

"Hurry up and get stronger. Then challenge me! Minamijiro took a deep breath and said secretly in his heart.

Not only Kamidai Blue, but also young people such as Jibe, Echizen Ryoma, and Tezuka Kunimitsu have the possibility of surpassing themselves.

Thinking of the strong people he may meet in the future, Minamijiro can't help but have a feeling of blood boiling.

"Bang." A new round of fighting unfolded, and the trace department changed its previous strength, but began to defend frequently.

Shen Dailan's counterattack again and again caused the traces to run back and forth.

But every blow from the trace seemed so unthreatening.

Not to mention being close to the bottom line, even the strength is not as good as before.

"It's not right, and the situation of the trace department has become even more difficult." Yukimura frowned, and a look of thought appeared in his eyes: "Have the attributes of the god generation improved, Renji." He looked at Liu Lianji.

"To be exact, there is no lifting." Liu Lian's eyes were jealous: "After being serious, it seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes." ”

"It's a flaw, there is no flaw in the god generation." Sanada said in a deep voice.

"Yes, the track department's ball skills rely on the dead corner, once the opponent loses the dead corner, the trace department is helpless, so he will play so hard." Yukimura is the first to say.

"Can a person really be free from dead ends?" Fumita Marui couldn't help but ask.

What is being said now is a little too frightening.

People are animals, not robots.

As long as it is a person, there will be a dead end.

"People must have dead ends, and now the traces have not found the dead ends of the gods, just because the strength has been crushed." Liu Lianji explained.

"Crushed? Is that really the case? Sadaharu Qian, but frowned: "I always feel that things are not so simple. ”

"It's the realm of sensibility to the extreme." At this time, Echizen Minamijiro spoke.

"Sensual?! I see. Coach God suddenly realized, and his eyes showed surprise: "He even comprehended this." ”

"What's that, Coach." Kamio Akira couldn't help but ask.

"Elevate the sensory emotions to the extreme, and block all the dead ends." Echizen Minamijiro Road.

Looking at everyone's confused face, he helplessly explained: "To be precise, Shendai will improve his senses, and can more accurately and quickly predict the landing point, speed and angle of the opponent's tennis ball, and at the same time let the small movements of his body be erased, so that the dead ends disappear, not only that, when the emotion is improved, the emotion can drive the instant improvement of the physique, just like a woman lifting a car for the child in a car accident, and improving her emotions and changing her physical fitness at the moment of counterattack, so as to change the original dead end." ”

"So, even if the trace imp can see the dead end, the next moment that dead end will disappear."

"God controls the game with emotion."

Through Minamijiro's explanation, the others suddenly realized.

"What's the joke about controlling your emotions? Is this really something that humans can do? Chitose only felt a dry mouth.

"You can see the dead end, but it's not a dead end." Keigo was covered in sweat at the moment, his clothes were clinging to his body, and he felt a little coolness under the blowing of the summer breeze.

"Bang."

"Game, 5-0, Fudo Peak God Dai Blue leads."

With a ball hitting the ground, there wasn't much time left for the tracks.

Traces looked at Kamiyo Blue, who stood there with a gentle smile on his face and racket in hand.

"Whew!" Chief Trace breathed a sigh of relief, "Since the dead spots are constantly changing, then I have to create dead spots that I can use when he fights back." ”

"If that's the trick." Remembering a move he had been trying to practice before, he subconsciously clenched his racket.

There was some soreness and numbness in the right arm.

I am not in good shape, and even in my heyday, there is a high chance that I will make mistakes, let alone now.

"Damn!" The trail threw the ball and buckled it down with his right arm.

"Bang." When the tennis ball bounced on the ground, Kamidai Blue's racket was imprinted on it, and the power wrapped in it was instantly dissolved, and the tennis ball flew back with the sound of breaking wind.

With a focused and calm gaze, he raised his racket and struck the tennis ball towards the other side of Kamiyo Blue.

"Smack." There was no accident, and Shendai Blue deliberately hit a high lob ball again.

"Here we go again, this is constantly inducing the traces to smash and kill." Takeshi Momojo looked anxious.

He didn't play, but he acted like he was playing.

"Damn, it's time to give up the smash and switch to a short ball, wouldn't it work wonders?" Momojo Wu said unpleasantly.

However, the trail jumped up again, and the arm buckled.

He still chose to smash.

Only this time, his arms were stretched high, and his face was a little red, as if he was riveting himself to something.

"Bang." The tennis ball exploded like a sharp arrow, but instead of hitting Kamiyo Blue's racket, it landed on the ground.

The tennis ball spins and then bounces in unexpected directions.

Kamidai Blue raised his racket and easily hit it back.

“15-0。”

"Is it a smash that is difficult to predict the angle of rebound? Wouldn't it be too simple if it were just that. The crowd was a little confused.

"No, it just failed." Chitose said in a deep voice.

"Whew." He took a deep breath and trembled slightly with his right arm.

In his heart, he secretly said, "You must hold on, my arm." ”

"Drink!" He kicked off again.

"Let me see, your limit." Kamidai Lan's eyes were calm, and the racket in his hand brought up a phantom and knocked the ball back.

From before to now, Kamidai Blue's breathing has always remained steady, and his shots are steady.

"Dah." There was another crisp sound, and Shen Dailan hit a high hanging ball again.

Without hesitation, Jibu jumped, his eyes flashing with essence.

"Look at my skills!"

His arms were stretched extremely high and swung down with all his might.

"Bang!" The tennis ball flew towards Kamiyo Blue like a bomb and smashed it to the ground.

"Huh." The moment it bounces, the tennis ball turns into two tennis balls.

"I've seen it, your dead end!" The pupils of the trace flashed with excitement.

"Bang." At the moment when Kamidai Lan was slightly distracted, the tennis ball bounced and skimmed over Kamidai Lan's side.

(End of chapter)