Star Tennis, an upgrade of Biblical Tennis, is also the tennis style that Shiraishi will understand in the future world competition, completely transformed into a pentagonal warrior, and also has various special moves.
But now Shiraishi only has a rough idea, thinking about strengthening a certain part by adjusting the body muscles to make it more difficult to hit back.
This is somewhat similar to the tempered tennis style.
For Shiraishi now, it's still too early.
But being able to realize this is already worthy of praise.
Jindai Lan threw his arm and buckled it hard.
"Whoosh." The ball passed through half the court like lightning.
"Bang." Shiraishi raised his arm, changing his posture while observing the tennis ball, trying to focus more power on his arm.
However, the ball failed.
"Goddess Blue scores, 15-0."
There was no look of defeat on Shiraishi's face, but a look of deep thought.
Sure enough, this idea is feasible, but it requires high muscle control.
It takes a lot of practice to complete.
Shiraishi took a deep breath and got ready.
"It seems that you have new ideas, but have you ever thought that you still don't have the means to kill the game."
"like this."
"Twenty of the broken path, illuminating the celestial sphere." The dazzling light shone across the audience, causing everyone to close their eyes.
"Bang." Just under the bright light, the sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground was so harsh.
When the light dissipated, the tennis ball was lying quietly on Shiraishi's half.
"Brother the referee, it's time to announce the score." Kamishiro Ami looked at the stunned Toyama Kintaro and said with a smile.
"30, 30-0." Kintaro read out the game in a daze, then looked excited.
"Si Guoyi, you are so strong! What kind of skill is this? It can actually shine!"
"What kind of skill is this?" Watanabe opened his mouth slightly and his eyes almost popped out.
Although he has seen countless more outrageous football skills, these skills can still be explained by relatively far-fetched scientific theories.
And not like this glowing tennis ball.
"It should be light. Through the previous heavy blow, the tennis ball was burnt smooth with high temperature, and then the rotation during flight condensed into countless mirrors in the air, refracting the sunlight, resulting in glare and unable to open the eyes. "Watanabe thought for a moment before slowly speaking.
Although the explanation is a bit outrageous, this is the most "scientific" explanation Watanabe can think of.
"This kind of skill often has the ability to change the situation, which is what Shiraishi lacks."
.......
"So what if you can make your fifth dimension stronger by adjusting your muscles." Shendailan's voice was calm: "Just strengthening the fifth dimension is nothing more than an enhanced version of biblical tennis. If you face a stronger opponent, your ending will still be the same. It’s a loser.”
“Biblical tennis without weaknesses means, in other words, without highlights.”
"When you encounter an opponent whose strength far exceeds yours, you won't even be able to find a breakthrough point."
Shiraishi's body trembled, and while chasing the ball, he also fell into deep thought.
good.
Even if he has mastered the adjustment now and can completely improve his five dimensions, if he encounters an opponent who cannot be beaten after adjustment, he will still be completely defeated and cannot even put any pressure on the opponent.
In Tentenhoji, Ishida Gin can rely on his own strength to hit the ball that the opponent cannot fight back.
Kenzu Ken can find breakthrough points through speed battles.
The funny tennis of Golden Koharu and Ichiji Yuji can also break the deadlock through laughter.
Unlike myself, if the foundation is not as good as the opponent's, there is nothing we can do.
I seem to only know basic tennis.
Due to multitasking, the quality of Shiraishi's counterattacks has declined.
"If you can't figure it out, then I'll tell you."
"Shenyin."
"Huh." The whistling wind carried the tennis ball, and it quickly rose up at the moment it was about to be hit by the white stone, blending with the sunlight and disappearing from sight.
"40-0."
"This is... Chitose Kamigakure!" Shiraishi's eyes widened, vaguely seeming to grasp something.
Could it be...
Could it be...
"Bang." Before I had time to think about it, the serve had already arrived.
With some suspicion in his heart, Shiraishi hit the ball back.
Sure enough, I saw Jindai Lan assuming a strange posture.
"This posture...is it my wave ball?" Ishida Gin's pupils shrank.
He could not mistake it, this was his posture for hitting the ball.
"Crack, crunch." Kamidai Lan's right arm swelled with muscles, and he whipped the tennis ball hard.
"Bang." With a loud noise, the tennis ball was like a cannonball that knocked away the tennis racket in Shiraishi's hand with the momentum of destroying everything.
"Game, 2-0, God Generation Blue leads."
As the score was announced, Shiraishi covered his slightly numb wrist, but his face showed a clear and happy look.
"Hahaha, hahahaha, I understand." His right hand was still shaking, but he laughed.
"With a high enough tennis foundation, you can completely use other people's skills. This is the real biblical tennis."
He raised his head and bowed to Kamidailan: "Thank you."
"It seems that you have completely understood it. Let's unlock the seal and play a game happily." Jindai Lan raised the racket, and the cross net on it was clearly visible.
"Don't worry, I will make a new one for you later."
"I'm not interested in money."
"Sure enough, he knows all about my trump card." Bai Shi felt helpless in his heart.
Shendailan is like a prophet, fully aware of his own details.
But I didn't understand him at all.
He began to slowly untie the bandage on his hand.
"Are you going to use poisonous hands?" Kintaro looked scared.
"Poisonous hand?" the main candidates said in unison.
"I heard from others that Shiraishi's hands were often put into the sand of poisonous insects to practice, and finally they became poisonous hands." Kintaro's fearful expression made others swallow their saliva.
As more and more bandages appear on the ground, the truth behind them is revealed.
The scene where I imagined my hands glowing with purple poisonous gas did not happen.
It was replaced by a golden wristband that glowed with dazzling golden light in the sunlight.
Shiraishi throws the gold bracer off the field.
The wristband made a thick and heavy sound when it hit the ground.
Ren Zuqian also stepped forward and tried to pick up the golden wristband, but his expression changed the moment he took it.
"He actually participated in training with such heavy wrist guards?"
Watanabe on the side covered his heart with a distressed look on his face: "Shiraishi, can you throw it away gently? It's all money."
Watanabe spent all his money to build such a wristband for Shiraishi. When he saw the wristband being thrown, he felt as distressed as if his own son had been thrown.
"Sorry, sorry." Shiraishi apologized hastily.
He twisted his wrist and couldn't help but said: "My wrist feels much more relaxed after taking off the wrist guard."
Then he looked at Kamidai Lan and said seriously: "I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long."
"I hope your next performance will make this waiting time worthwhile." Jindailan tapped his shoulder with a tennis racket and said with a warm smile.
