"How is it possible? This is unscientific!! How could there be such a person?!" Once again seeing Kaoru Kaido flying to save the ball, Akira Kamio's mentality collapsed.
"What's the point of this!!" he roared, quickly went to the net and scored with a smash.
"Shh~~~" Kaoru Kaido staggered up, his eyes cold and fierce.
"Get down!" Akira Kamio roared and served quickly.
"Bang." Kaoru Kaido hit back again, and every swing of the racket made Kamio Akira's mood shatter.
The tennis ball drew a strange arc and headed towards the baseline.
Why do you feel like you are being suppressed when you are clearly in the lead?
"Damn it!" Kamio Akira started to run, but his legs were very heavy and he stumbled and fell to the ground.
"15-15."
The referee's voice rang in his ears. Akira Kamio lay on the ground and didn't get up for several seconds.
"Kamio-san, please continue the game." He didn't get up slowly until the referee reminded him. His body was covered with dust and he was very embarrassed.
"Is this guy been consuming my energy?" At this moment, Kamio Akira suddenly realized.
"He's been running a whole game, why isn't he tired?!"
He raised his head and saw Kaido Kaoru's calm eyes from beginning to end.
No matter how physically exhausted he was, his faith never changed.
Is this the reason why he is in such a mess now?
"Game, 3-1, Kamio Akira leads."
"Game, 4-1, Akira Kamio leads."
"Game, 4-2, Akira Kamio is in the lead." As the tug-of-war unfolded, the score became extremely anxious, and each goal was scored for a long time.
Akira Kamio's pace is getting slower and slower, and the quality of his counterattacks is getting worse and worse.
Kaoru Kaido seized the opportunity to catch up.
In the end, the score was tied to 5-5.
...
"This is Kaidou's style of play. As long as the opponent is careless, he will be dragged down indefinitely. Although Kaidou is not as strong as Kamio, Kamio is still too careless. Every time Kaidou's snake ball is launched at a low angle, this requires Kamio to bend his knees repeatedly. To catch the ball, the physical exertion caused by it is huge." Qian adjusted his glasses and spoke calmly.
"The balls Kamio plays are just cross balls running left and right. Therefore, even though Kaidou is basically running while hanging, the occasional snake ball is constantly accelerating Kamio's physical consumption."
"Haitang is a venomous snake. When you notice it, it has already poisoned you. This game is destined to be a duel of willpower."
"No one can beat Kaidou in terms of willpower."
If you do it, you will be highly recognized by Qingxue Zhengxuan.
When it comes to willpower, Kaoru Kaido is terrifying.
.......
"It's really terrifying physical strength and willpower. Although Qingxue's current strength is not strong, the will he has shown is definitely worth learning." Sanada's tone was calm.
The other main candidates nodded subconsciously.
They have rarely seen such a "cruel" game.
There was obviously a big gap in level between the two sides, but they were dragged to the later stage.
Kaitang is the kind of opponent no one wants to encounter.
...
The most painful thing is that Akira Kamio went from a big advantage of 3-0 to the current 5-5, and his good hand was completely destroyed.
Everything seemed like a dream.
"Isn't this guy tired? Isn't it painful?" Akira Kamio looked at Kaoru Kaido's knees that were red from the fall, and felt puzzled in his heart.
"Snapped."
"6-5, Kaido Kaoru is in the lead."
It's over, I've lost.
Akira Kamio looked desperate, his body was too tired to move anymore.
"Kamio..." A trace of unbearability appeared on Iwu's face.
He also tried to persuade Kamio, but unfortunately it had little effect.
I hope Kamio will wake up after this defeat.
Fudoho is constantly improving, and anyone who cannot keep up is doomed to be eliminated.
"Game, 7-5, Kaoru Kaido wins."
Under the sound of nature, Kamio lay on the cold ground, his vision blurred, he didn't know whether it was sweat or tears.
He failed, he was completely defeated.
This is a really ugly game.
There was applause from the sidelines.
But these applause are for Haitang. rather than myself.
Kawamura Takashi, who had been defeated before, also received applause and gained respect.
But what about myself.
Will become a laughing stock.
Why is the sun so bright today?
Akira Kamio wanted to close his eyes.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared in his vision, and he saw Kamidaoran standing in front of him, looking down at him.
"It's just a failure, just try your best." Kamidaoran pulled up Kamio Akira.
Try your best?
Have you really tried your best?
From the beginning of the game, I made at least three mistakes.
One, be big and underestimate your opponent.
Second, speed up too quickly and ignore your own physical strength.
Third, ordinary training is simply not serious enough.
Fourth, pride and complacency.
I have too many flaws.
"Sorry, Buchou." Akira Kamio's nose felt sore, he covered his eyes, and his shoulders twitched slightly.
"What's going on with your tears? What's going on with your eyes? Can tears win this game?" Jindailan frowned and his tone became stern.
"I'm really sorry. It's my own fault. I don't know how to face everyone anymore." Kamio lowered his head in shame.
"Then become stronger and say goodbye to your past self." Kamidaoran patted Kamio on the shoulder.
Kamishiro Blue didn't say much, but Kamio already understood the meaning.
Make up for your lack of physical strength.
"Yes!" Kamio nodded vigorously.
"It seems everything is as Jindai thought." Seeing this scene, Tachibana Jippei showed a happy smile.
"Our Fudo Peak is getting stronger and stronger."
.......
"Then...Fuji Shusuke, next is our match." Kamishiro Ami retracted his gaze and looked at Fuji Shusuke on Seigaku's side.
"He turned out to be a one-two punch." Tezuka's brows knit together tightly.
Why, the Age of Gods?
Don't you want to compete with me now?
He subconsciously grabbed his elbow.
"My injury has healed."
"Tezuka, I'm sorry, it seems that this precious opportunity today is mine." Fujisuke looked at Tezuka with a smile and said.
"Well, you must be careful, Fuji, his tennis is very dangerous." Tezuka said solemnly.
"Of course." Fuji opened his eyes, his blue eyes staring intently at Jindailan in the distance.
“Just standing there put a lot of pressure on me, what a tough opponent.”
"It's more exaggerated than I expected. Qingxue is completely vulnerable in front of Fudomine." In the audience, Inoue Mamoru sighed.
No matter how bad his studies were, there was still a legend, Echizen Nanjiro.
Although Qingxue's strength has been declining over the years, it is still easy to enter the Kanto Competition, and it is still considered a strong school.
However, there are too many flaws highlighted in front of Fudo Peak.
You must know that Fudofeng is training his troops, and even Qingxue can't resist it.
There is no suspense about the outcome of the next game.
It is impossible for God's Blue to lose.
"Huh?" Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, Inoue Mamoru caught a glimpse of a middle-aged man wearing black monk's clothes sneaking towards the stands.
A smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Mr. Nanjiro, are you coming to watch the game too?" He walked up to the monk and asked.
"Eh eh eh eh?!" Nanjiro, who thought he was perfectly concealed, broke through in an instant, hurriedly put himself into position, and said with a weird accent: "I...I am not Nanjiro."
