"Bang!!"

"This game was won by Lihai Da Maori!"

"Score."

“4-1！！”

Everyone in Higachu, who was still cheering for the wooden hand at the beginning, had already turned off the flames at this moment.

In the confrontation between Woody and Maori, they deeply realized the huge gap with each other.

"Smack!"

Facing the tennis ball that landed, Mu Shou once again hit a big rice spoon.

The ball flows in a flexible curve in the air like a snake, and it looks beautiful.

"Bang!"

But on that unobstructed trajectory, Maori had been waiting in front of him for a long time with his racket in his hand, and hit back.

"Drink!"

The ball fell diagonally like a shooting star.

But the wooden hand appeared at the spot where the ball fell for a moment and swung the racket.

"Useless"

"In a long tug-of-war."

"You can't win Maori no matter what."

Nioh snickered as he watched as the wooden hand struggled.

The shrinking method really gives the wooden hand a teleportation speed, and he can catch the ball no matter where it is.

But that's not enough.

Because if you just defend, you can't defeat Maori at all.

The previous drops have proven it.

"Drink!"

"Hah!"

"Yikes!!"

Every ball is incomparably long before the score, from the initial back and forth, to the current one-sided defense, the wooden hand has fallen into a decline.

"Bang dang!"

“15-0！！”

Eventually, in a return shot, the wooden hand failed to hold the racket and lost the point.

"Eishiro"

Looking at the wooden hand that continued to hold the clap even if his arm trembled, Pingguba felt very uncomfortable.

"I can't even hold the racket."

"What's the point of going on like this."

Tian Renzhi stared at his sweaty wooden hands, wondering why he still persisted.

Any move in his hand will be blocked by Maori and hit back.

The defense could only drag on for a while, and finally lost points in exhaustion.

Obviously, he has only played five rounds, but Mushou's physical strength is already about to bottom out.

He and Maori spend a lot of time facing off every time they score.

And now, almost half an hour has passed, and the fifth game has only been played.

But the consumption of wooden hands is far greater than the gross profit

But he still struggled unrelentingly.

"Hah!!"

"Bang!"

Screaming, the wooden hand struck the ball back again, and then he stumbled, unable to stand still, and fell to the ground.

"Smack!"

"Bang!"

“30-0！”

Maori hit the ball to the other side with a relentless volley.

"Hey, classmate, are you okay?"

The referee looked at the wooden hand lying on the ground, reaching out to support the ground, and asked.

"It's okay"

Sweating all over, his arms were exhausted just to support him, and even speaking became difficult, and that state looked like he was weak, but even so, he tried hard to stand up.

"Kite-kun, you're really."

Looking at the wooden hand who still didn't plan to give up, Mori sighed, and knew what he was thinking.

Eishiro Kite.

A tennis player who has the "ambition" to impact the country.

When I came into contact with him last year, it was still in the training camp for the junior tryouts.

At that time, Mu Shou's mouth was also quite polite, even if it was a senior, in the face of him, he always "spoke ill of each other".

At that time, I didn't care about the sarcasm of the wooden hand.

But later, because of the encounter with Yukimura, after the fiasco, I understood the preciousness of tennis.

Māori was able to be reborn on a bigger stage.

It was then that he understood the mood of the wooden hand.

Why is it that as a party of hard work, the original Higa of the wooden hand can't even produce a regional competition?

He doesn't work hard and fish, but he can swim around the country as if nothing happened?

The huge gap is enough to make people feel unfair.

This is also the reason why wooden hands were particularly fond of "targeting" Maori in the first place.

Why do you have the qualifications to travel to the whole country?

And now what supports the wooden hand is the mood that absolutely does not want to admit defeat.

It's not about the game, it's about getting out of the past.

No matter what the result is, even if he loses, he will hold Maori's thigh and never let him climb up comfortably.

After knowing the other party's thoughts, Maori could only shake his head helplessly.

"If that's what you're doing"

"I'll bury you with all my might."

Maori looked at the wooden hand who was barely standing up, and then said softly.

It's time for him to give the wooden hand an answer

His eyes slowly closed, and in the gaze of others, Maori fell asleep.

"Hey"

"That's right."

Seeing that Maori finally entered the posture of going all out, the wooden hand who had just stabilized his body laughed.

"If you don't just knock me down neatly, I'll be entangled to the end."

It's hard to just catch your breath now, but Kikute has momentum.

"Bang!!"

“40-0！”

"Bang!!"

“5-1！”

The shrinkage method did not directly fall into place this time, indicating that it was difficult for the wooden hand to chase, so that the points were lost.

"Bang dang!!"

“15-0！”

Maori played the ball with a stronger stance, making it impossible for him to hold the racket easily, and the racket rolled on the ground along with the tennis ball.

"Bang!"

“30-0！！”

The speed of the run slowed down by a big step, and the ball jumped diagonally.

"Bang!!"

“40-0！！”

The serve was returned, and the wooden hand didn't even have the action to chase the ball at the moment.

"We've reached the limit."

"He's tried hard enough."

"But the Maori predecessors are too strong."

"But you can't let him end it like this."

"Yes, I also stayed in our Four Heavenly Treasure Temple."

"Cheer him on!"

The people of Shitenhoji Temple watched the wooden hands of the same Kansai fighting in the audience, and they couldn't help but shout for it.

"Wooden hands! Come on! ”

"It's the last ball anyway, and you have to die a good death!"

"Let's give a shot to the Maori senior!!"

The stadium, which was originally relatively quiet, was shrouded in their shouts for a while.

"What a noisy guy."

"If you lose, you won't go back to practice."

The trance-like gaze gradually condensed, and the wooden hands only felt that their shouts were irritating.

But there is one thing he agrees with.

As a junior of Kansai, before the end, at least give a "farewell gift" to the Maori seniors.

Let this senior wake up.

"The last ball."

"You're going to have to take it."

"Senpai!"

With all the strength of his body, the wooden hand threw the ball up, and his body jumped violently to hit the final "big explosion".

"Boom!!"

As if it were a real explosion, the audience's ears rang with a concussive sound, and the violent air pressure dissipated from all sides.

"The Big Bang"

"It doesn't feel the same as before!"

"Eishiro"

The words of the people in Higa also made others aware of the peculiarity of this ball.

(It was a big bang, but it seemed to be even more powerful.) ）

Shiraishi looked at the wooden hand that stood in place and shook for a long time after serving, and knew what the opponent had understood at the critical moment.

"Bang!!"

Faced with this ball, Maori found the right position and swung his racket out as the ball bounced.

"Zizi!!"

The ball hit the racket with a screeching grinding sound.

In the end, it was Maori's pierced racket and the tennis ball that fell on the wooden feet.

"Well, it's scary."

"You can still send a ball like this at the end."

"I doubt you did it on purpose"

With such an exclamation, Maori somehow opened his eyes.

The picture in the field also means that the match between Lihai and Higa has come to an end.

"This set was won by Lihai Da Maori!"

"Score."

“6-1！”

(End of chapter)