"Boom!" This tennis ball was as heavy as a thousand stones, and it brought up gray air pressure and fell from the sky.
"Hoo!" Fuji held the racket with both hands, turned his back to the tennis ball, and when the tennis ball arrived, he swung it hard in a cutting position.
"Crunch." The ball fell into the racket, and the force contained in it made Fuji's arms tremble crazily.
"Why is it so heavy?" After a stalemate like this for a second, the strings on the racket were broken, and Fuji's racket was released.
"Game, 2-0, God Generation Blue leads."
As the score was announced, Fuji stood up in shock, his hands trembling.
"This is...Kamidai Blue's skill, Hajime." Sanada looked at the dazed main player, and said in a deep voice: "Each Hajime has a unique ability, and Hajime like this one should It’s about adding weight to the ball.”
"The ball can directly penetrate the strings of the tennis racket. This ball not only has weight, but also spins." Liu Renji added: "If you want to hit the ball back, you must not only have enough power, but also need to resolve the spin. "
"Isn't this skill incomprehensible?" Yagyu couldn't help but said: "There are not many players who have both strength and technique."
"In other words, the strength is high enough to ignore the rotation, and the conditions for fighting back are too strict." Liu Renji shook his head.
“It looks like it’s over.
In the field.
Fuji was in a desperate situation.
"15-0."
"30-0."
"40-0."
Under Kamidaoran's initial attack, he couldn't even fight back.
Under such terrifying force and rotation, he was powerless and defeated.
In the blink of an eye, the score reached 4-0.
The time in these four games was undoubtedly torture and despair.
"Is it over?" Jindai Lan looked at Fuji, who was panting continuously and soaked in sweat, with a somewhat disappointed look in his eyes.
"Let it end like this. I'm a little tired of it anyway."
Tossing the ball, Jindailan made a mediocre serve.
"Ka." Fuji shook his arm, but the numbness on it was still strong.
"Bang." But he still hit the ball back with a standard forehand.
"Have you not given up yet?" Jindailan could see Fuji's persistence in the incoming tennis ball.
This made him sigh.
Although Qingxue's current strength is not good, the will of the main candidates is online.
Given time, it will surely shine brightly.
Not now, though.
"Wow." Jindailan once again applied spin and weight to the tennis ball.
"Here we go again, that kind of unblocking of the ball." He couldn't help but shook his head: "No matter how fast the ball flies, its power and rotation will be fed back only after it hits. This causes Fuji to need to adjust himself in an instant, but , Fuji’s arm has become numb in these rounds, and he can’t make fine adjustments at all.”
Looking at the slowly flying tennis ball, Fuji suddenly closed his eyes.
"Huh?" Jindai Lan frowned.
Then, under his rather surprised gaze, Fuji suddenly opened his eyes, and his tone was full of confidence: "Just like you said, the gods, breath, air, wind, these will all form the factors for my counterattack!"
After saying that, he lifted up the tennis racket and attached it to the tennis ball as if he was following him.
"Wow." The tennis racket is like a black hole, completely absorbing the power and spin of the tennis ball.
"Bang!" The next moment, the tennis ball penetrated Shendailan's half of the court and was embedded like a barbed wire fence.
The green smoke above told everyone that the force and rotation on this ball were extremely amazing.
"15-0."
The whole place was silent, and then roared.
Qingxue's side cheered even more.
They didn't know why Fuji suddenly hit back at Kamdailan's initial attack, but they knew that Fuji finally scored.
"It's a very interesting ball. What is this move called?" Jindailan glanced at the tennis ball embedded in the barbed wire and showed a charming smile.
Fuji opened his eyes, revealing a pair of blue eyes with a serious expression: "Shrouded in mayflies."
"Really? I didn't expect you to give me a surprise, but it's hard for your body to support you to complete the game. As a reward, I will let you see my other first solution." Jindailan grabbed it. Net, said calmly.
It was obvious that he was the one who lost the points, but it gave people an irrefutable feeling.
"Cut it apart, the wind will die." Shendai Lan's eyes narrowed and he spat out some explanation.
The next moment, Fuji felt that the wind around him seemed to become a bit bit colder.
The biting scrape on the exposed skin caused a slight pain.
"Wind is not only light and elegant, but it can also be full of destructive power."
"Bang." Jindai Lan sent out a mediocre serve.
But in Fuji's eyes, the wind wrapped around both sides of the tennis ball, forming two sharp scythes.
The tennis ball missed Fuji's face, hit the ground and bounced out of bounds.
"Tsk." After a few breaths, a bloodstain appeared on Fuji's face.
He subconsciously touched his face, but found a drop of blood.
"15-15."
"Such penetrating power, such power..." He looked at Jindailan in shock.
The latter looked gentle: "Do you really understand the wind?"
The wind is soft and gentle.
It is gentle when brushing across the face.
But the cold winter wind is biting and all-pervasive.
"Using weird rotation to make the tennis ball bring up a wind sickle, just like paper is very fragile, but it can scratch people's skin at high speed. The principle of this initial explanation is the same. Use high speed and rotation to exert a strong wind on the wind. Destructive power." Liu Renji narrowed his eyes and said calmly.
"It's a dangerous skill."
...
"Bang!" Next, Fujisuke continued to lose points.
If he tries to catch the ball, the strong wind will punch right through the racket, and the spin on it is something he can't currently decipher.
He had never imagined that wind could be used in this way.
In his perception, the wind is just like his playing style, light and elegant.
But now, God's Blue has overturned all this.
Tell him with the bloody score.
The wind is not just gentle, it can also be biting.
"5-0."
"Game, 6-0, Fudomine Kamidai Blue wins." When the referee's whistle blew, Fuji fell to the ground in exhaustion.
This was the first serious game in a long time, but it ended in a 6-0 defeat.
However.
Fuji didn't cry in despair, whine, or deny himself like other players.
on the contrary.
But his face was filled with a smile from the bottom of his heart.
"I lost, I lost." He said to himself.
"Good job, Fuji." Tezuka and others came and helped Fuji up.
"I'm sorry, everyone." Fuji said with some regret.
"It's okay. You have tried your best. The other party is too strong."
Qing Xue didn't feel too depressed on his side.
To be precise, after the golden combination lost, they already knew that they had no chance of winning.
The entire audience looked at Qing Xue with recognition.
Although Qingxue lost, their will is admirable.
"Kamidai." Fuji stopped Jindai Lan who was about to leave, with a serious expression: "You are really strong. Next time, I will let you see a different me."
Kamishiro Ai paused for a moment, without saying a word, and walked towards Fudo Peak, greeting the cheers of the club members.
The nervousness and apprehension of the main candidates were swept away at the moment of victory, and they cheered happily.
Fudoho is the regional champion.
Fudofeng is not a junior high school student!
