When the score was announced, Fuji Shusuke stared at the mark of the ball and fell into silence.
The disappearing serve is his unique service skill. Even if he can't win the game, he can still score a point.
But the reality shows that it is completely ineffective in front of Shendai Lan.
"Breathing, wind, airflow, your serve actually has nowhere to hide." Kamishiro Ai's magnetic voice sounded in Fujisuke's ears.
"Really? It turns out that my trick is such an easy counterattack in your eyes." There was a hint of bitterness in the corner of Fujisuke's mouth.
He took a deep breath again, calmed down, and slapped the tennis ball solemnly.
Can the ball really disappear?
Whether it was the divine concealment before or the disappearing serve now, they were all accomplished.
But what's even more incredible is that God's Blue still fought back easily.
"Breath, wind, airflow, can these really be factors in seeing through the serve?" Inoue Mamoru chewed these words carefully, his eyes unable to conceal his horror.
"No, for top masters, these are indeed not difficult." Inoue Mamoru seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Nanjiro, his eyes flashing with inexplicable meaning.
"I think I understand why Mr. Nanjiro came to watch the battle."
...
"Being able to use so many unnoticed elements is something no ordinary tennis player can do." Fuji Shusuke patted the tennis ball gently.
"But...I still want to give it a try."
"Whoa." The tennis ball was rotated, and when it fell to a certain height, Fuji's right hand used the tennis racket to exert all its force.
Afterimages of tennis balls appear again during flight! disappear into the sunlight.
"I have seen the traces of this ball." Jindailan closed his eyes, smiled, stepped forward, and fished it out with his right hand.
"Bang." The tennis ball flew towards Fuji Shusuke accurately.
"Sure enough! He gave up his eyes and used hearing and the flow of air to sense my ball." After confirming what he was thinking, Fuji's eyes narrowed: "In that case..."
"Bang!" After a wave of his arms, the tennis ball headed towards the bottom line of Jindai Lan's right half at high speed.
"He actually closed his eyes?!" Amid the exclamations of the audience, Jindailan closed his eyes, ran to the landing point, and hit the ball back accurately.
The whole process went smoothly, and there was no sluggishness in the body due to the loss of vision.
"He can actually do this? Can anyone really play basketball without relying on eyesight?" All the school's first-choice players were already dumbfounded.
"Theoretically, the sound of each ball after hitting it back at different angles and strengths is different. Based on the feedback of the sound, the rotation exerted by the ball returned by you, and the fluidity of the air, you should be able to determine the direction and angle of the ball. ." Qian's voice stuttered a little, and he was obviously very shocked.
"No matter what, what the Age of Gods is showing now is the pinnacle of technology."
"It's a level that many tennis players can't reach in their lifetime."
For a player with technical expertise like Fuji Shusuke, he has worked hard to hone his skills, only to find that the skills of others are far superior to his own, and he may even be unable to catch up in his lifetime.
This pain is harsh.
"Brother, come on." Fuji Yuta clenched his fists worriedly and muttered to himself.
"Drink!" Fujitsu's assistant stopped and swung the racket, applying the spin he was good at on the tennis ball again and again.
"Click." The tennis ball that landed on the ground instantly bounced to irregular places. Although the speed was not fast, it could force the opponent to fine-tune his posture, causing greater consumption.
"Bang." However, Kamishiro Ami was standing there, swinging the racket without any hesitation, and hit the ball back in a flash.
"No matter whether it was spin, force, or any other factor, his posture could not change at all. He was fully aware of the trajectory of the ball before it even arrived."
"When you try your best but find that the opponent is not bothered by your offensive at all, the pain is despair."
"Such an opponent is just like... God, no, coupled with the despair and oppression like death, he is like the God of Death!!" Sanada muttered to himself, his pupils full of fear, and even There was a hint of fear.
"No matter where you hit the ball, it will fly back at a faster speed the next moment. You can't relax at all, otherwise you will lose the ball."
"This kind of pressure, this kind of despair, why does my body feel like my blood is boiling?" As he ran, Fuji Shusuke's eyes were full of inexplicable meaning.
"My body seems to be telling me that he enjoys this thrill of being frightened and pushing himself to the limit."
"Kamidai Blue!"
"You are really strong." Fuji Shusuke's eyes completely changed.
If in the past he seemed a little more serious when he opened his eyes and was still lazy at the deepest level, now, everything about him has been taken over by seriousness.
Dignified, serious, and wanting to give full play to himself.
"I remember, that's it!!" Faced with the tennis ball coming at him, Fuji's eyes were blazing, and he turned his feet, causing the shoes to rub against the ground violently. After adjusting his position, the angle of the racket surface was slightly upward, and he cut hard. out.
"Whoosh." The tennis ball quickly skipped over the net and did not bounce when it landed. It flew directly to the ground, leaving a shallow trace.
"Phoenix Flashback? Interesting." A look of surprise flashed in Jindai's blue eyes.
Fuji's talent was even more amazing than he thought.
No.
To be precise, Fuji who went all out could have shot back the Phoenix, but he didn't know it.
"Whether it's a flying swallow returning to its nest or a phoenix flashing back, it has no effect on me." Shendailan's steps were light and when the tennis ball flew close to the ground to his feet, he whispered: "The Eighth of the Binding Dao: Rebuke."
As the racket was swung, a strange airflow condensed, pulling the tennis ball up and falling into the racket.
"Bang." The tennis ball turned into a stream of light and headed towards Fuji's other half.
"Tap tap tap." Fujisuke had long expected that the phoenix's flashback would not be able to do anything to Kamidai Lan, so he quickly activated it. His sleeves were fluttering in the breeze, and the smooth muscles hidden under the clothes were looming.
"Da." The crisp sound told everyone that the quality of the return of this ball was extremely poor, not at all like a skilled Fuji.
The ball slowly flew high into the sky and fell towards the God of God.
This is a perfect smash opportunity.
"That's...that's right! The brown bear was caught!!" Horio and Katsuro on Seigaku's side couldn't hold back their cheers.
"Ha." Kamidaoran jumped up and dunked the racket.
"Whoa." A few breezes blew by. The midsummer breeze was so light, yet powerful enough to lift a speeding ball.
"Bang." Fuji stepped forward with his right leg, knelt on one knee, clapped with both hands, and cut towards the right side of the body with a sound of breaking wind.
The tennis ball flew into the sky like a beam, and then headed towards the second half of Jindailan's court.
"The second of three counterattacks, Kirin is caught." Fuji Shusuke's calm tone echoed throughout the audience.
"Are we going to score? Now Jindai has just hit the ground, but the ball is already going to... hmm?" Atobe, who was still holding his chest and pretending to be an expert, muttered to himself, did not tense up.
In sight, Jindai Lan teleported to the second half and waved casually.
"Bang." The tennis ball hit Fuji's half of the court and bounced out of the court.
"30-0." The whole audience was silent.
It took a long time before someone tentatively asked: "Did he teleport?"
"Yes, brother, you read that right, he really teleported."
"Is he Superman?"
