The number of balls continued to increase. Under the numb eyes of everyone, Jindai Lan easily completed the ten-ball streak.
"Is this really something that humans can accomplish?" Chitose couldn't help but mutter to herself.
The interval between each ball is less than 0.5 seconds. In other words, Jindailan needs to complete one swing and return all ten balls within 0.5 seconds.
"Look at where the ball landed." After Tachibana Jiping reminded everyone, everyone was even more shocked to find that there was only one ball mark on the court.
This also means that while Kamidai Blue hit back ten balls, he also hit all the balls to one place.
This is no longer the level of football skills.
"Come and see God." Akira Kamio muttered to himself in stunned silence.
"Stop talking, I am the minister's biggest fan." Tetsu Ishida said with admiration.
"It seems we still have a long way to go." Chitose and Tachibana Yoshihei looked at each other, and both could see the bitterness in their eyes.
"The impact of an ordinary racket is so wonderful, and the difficulty of mastering it is less than one-tenth of that of a cross racket."
It has been a long time since Jindailan used an ordinary racket. When he tried it this time, he felt like he was integrated with the tennis ball when returning the ball. He could easily control the landing point and rotation of the ball.
It is no exaggeration to say that with a normal racket, his Kidō can kill people.
Noticing the crowd of club members, Kamishiro Ami put away his racket and walked towards the crowd.
"Today's training ended quite quickly. It seems that you are already familiar with this rhythm."
The trainer will report the daily training status of all club members, so Jindailan has the latest information on everyone.
"Bang." He took off a wristband from his hand and threw it on the ground.
The wrist guard made a dull sound when it hit the ground.
Akira Kamio went to get it curiously, but his expression suddenly changed the moment he took it.
The feedback from his hands convinced him that this wristband weighed at least five kilograms.
And just such similar wristbands are worn on both hands and legs of Goddess Blue.
"Gu Long." He swallowed hard.
"Starting from tomorrow, each of you will have to wear weights for training. There is only one month until the regional competition. Whether you want to be a mediocre junior high school tennis club or surprise everyone, the choice is yours."
Jindailan's eyes swept over every face.
You can see the determination in everyone's eyes.
"The future is waiting for you to open up, so do your best."
.......
Since Chitose Chisato joined Fudomine, all Fudomine Tennis Club members have become stronger in fighting spirit.
They knew they had to seize the twenty days of training.
Because the main draw will be held in twenty days.
From the moment they joined the tennis club, they didn't want to just become a low-level member.
After obtaining many resources provided by the God Generation Consortium, they also saw the hope of becoming the main candidate.
Naturally, you will train harder.
Jindailan is quite satisfied with the current state of Fudo Peak.
However, talented club members are not enough.
Fudoho also needs players who can become national-level players in a short period of time.
You must know that the Rikkai players in the national competition are basically national-level, and any one of them can beat most of Fudomine's members.
There are also a number of competitive junior high schools such as Higa Junior High School, Seigakaku Temple, and Shitenhoji Temple.
"It seems that we need to collect intelligence." His eyes flickered under the thick blue lenses of God.
Reality is reality, anime is anime.
Even if you have watched the Prince of Tennis anime and really traveled here, you cannot completely follow the anime to figure out the progress and core members of each junior high school.
The butterfly effect is unpredictable.
"At this stage, we must quickly absorb him into Fudo Peak." A beast-like genius figure appeared in Jindailan's mind.
.......
In a remote alley.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting, there really is nothing left."
Two delinquents with short hair, earrings, and tattoos on their arms slumped tremblingly in the corner with horrified expressions.
It is said that neon bad guys walk with wind, and each one is more ruthless than the other.
It's hard to imagine what kind of terrifying existence could make them show expressions of genuine fear.
"That's it? Trash." A pair of big feet kicked the bad guy hard, his voice was arrogant and full of ridicule.
For bad guys, face is almost as important as eating, but at this moment they are like cats completely swallowed by fear, huddled in the corner.
"Trash is trash." Bigfoot's owner is a white-haired delinquent, Akutsu. His height is above 180cm. The expression is ferocious, and the single-lidded eyes are as ferocious as wild beasts, hiding violence.
He counted the money in his hands, dissatisfaction growing in his eyes.
"Pah." He suddenly slapped the face of a gangster into close contact with the wall.
"Bang." Continuous fists fell on the two delinquents like raindrops, and the entire alley was filled with screams of fear and pain.
Pedestrians passing by avoided him and quickened their pace.
After fighting for an unknown amount of time, the two delinquents were dying, and Akutsu finally stopped.
"Go away." He said in a low voice.
The two delinquents who looked like dead men suddenly got up and ran out of the alley.
"tui." Looking at the embarrassed back of the bad guy, Akutsu spit on the ground.
He looked at the bills in his hand and knitted his eyebrows together.
"I'll give you five hundred thousand to join the Fudomine Tennis Club." Suddenly, a calm male voice sounded in the alley.
Akutsu's hair suddenly stood up, and he suddenly looked towards the place where the sound came from, and found that from unknown time, there was a person hiding in the darkness in the corner of the alley.
I didn't even notice when he came.
Akutsu's keen intuition can always detect the troubles around him, but this time, his beast-like intuition failed.
He narrowed his eyes, and the solemnity and fear that arose in his heart made him instinctively angry.
He has never had such emotions since he was a child.
His dignity did not allow him to have such emotions.
Therefore, his eyes began to be full of violence.
"Tennis? I'm not interested in such boring things." Akutsu twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a dangerous expression.
"Oh? That's not up to you." Jindailan unfolded himself from the darkness, and seemingly casually tapped the trash can in front of him with his right finger. The next moment, the trash can flew upside down and rolled several meters away as if it had been kicked hard. .
Jindai Lan showed a harmless smile.
"Now, maybe you didn't understand what I said."
"I'll give you two choices."
"First, accept five hundred thousand and join Fudo Peak honorably."
"Second, I'll take care of you and join Fudo Peak in embarrassment."
Hearing Kamishiro Ami's words, Akutsu smiled instead of being angry. He took a step forward and punched Kamishiro Ami with his right fist: "I hate people ordering me the most, go to hell!"
