Hearing this, Tezuka Kunimitsu subconsciously grabbed his left elbow with his right hand and frowned.
"Is your elbow starting to hurt? It's impossible, Tezuka's elbow has healed!" Oishi blurted out.
"No, Tezuka's elbow can't support him for long." But Fuji Shusuke opened his eyes, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.
"Kamidai is right, Tezuka's elbow may relapse." At this time, Qian adjusted his glasses and began to explain helplessly: "Tezuka Phantom, the reverse use of Tezuka's domain, consumes far more than the elbow. In Tezuka’s field, if I’m not wrong, Tezuka has almost never used this skill after developing it, which also means that his body is still not fully accustomed to the consumption caused by Tezuka Phantom.”
"After anyone recovers from an injury, the injured area will have a short rest period. During this period, it is not suitable to exercise to stimulate the injured area, but for this game, Tezuka used the Tezuka Phantom that the body is not used to, speeding up In addition to the elbow injury, the zero serve requires greater rotation and consumes far more energy than the Tezuka Phantom, so the recurrence of old injuries is inevitable."
"Damn it, the game can't continue. If this continues, Tezuka's elbow will be useless." Oishi said urgently.
"This is Tezuka's choice. We have no right to interfere. He had already made the decision to scrap his elbow before the game." Ganke shook his head.
On Qingxue's side, an inexplicable gloom shrouded everyone's hearts.
"If you can't even cherish your own body, how can you enter the World Championships?" Oni Jujiro shook his head secretly.
"Well, his will is still very good." Irie Shouta shrugged: "But his elbow is destined to drag him down for the rest of his life. Even if the elbow is treated this time, it will leave sequelae. His My tennis career is over."
For an athlete, the most terrifying thing is injury.
In the view of Onijujiro and Irie Kanata, tennis players who do not take care of their bodies will never achieve much in the future.
"Whoosh." The tennis ball flew out of bounds again under the tug of Tezuka Phantom.
"30-0."
"40-0."
After scoring two points in a row, Tezuka's expression became labored, and painful cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
His elbows couldn't stop shaking.
He is now unable to use the zero serve and can only rely on Tezuka Phantom to score.
Aoi Kamishiro looked at this scene expressionlessly, his eyes just a little colder: "Doesn't it matter even if my hand is disabled?"
Tezuka responded with a serve.
The extreme spin on the ball made Jindailan couldn't help but laugh: "You made me look like a villain by doing this."
On the one hand, it is a life-saving game, and on the other hand, it likes to play with the opponent's will and body.
How to see.
Kamidao Ran is playing the role of a heinous villain.
"Whoa!" The moment the tennis ball flew away, it seemed to be twisted by an external force and deviated again.
"The Tezuka Phantom you think can't score points." At this time, strange ripples suddenly appeared around Kamidaoran's body.
"The Eighth Path of Binding: Rebuke."
The tennis ball that was about to fly out of bounds seemed to be pulled by the invisible hand of God, and landed on the court in front of Tezuka and bounced up.
"It's been cracked!" Tezuka's pupils suddenly shrank and he hurriedly raised the racket. The pain from his arm made his body tremble.
The response to the hit was the dazzling yellow light.
"The Sixty-Three Thunder Roaring Cannons of Breaking the Way."
With extreme power and speed, the tennis ball instantly penetrated Tezuka's half of the court and hit the barbed wire fence hard, spinning and rubbing before stopping.
One of the wires in the barbed wire fence even broke.
"Gulong." The sounds of swallowing came out in unison, and everyone stared at the black smoke-emitting tennis ball in a daze.
"40-15." After the previous shock, the referee has corrected his mentality. No matter what skills the opponent uses, or even kills people, he must judge the score professionally and timely. This is his responsibility as a referee. The basic ethics that referees should have.
"Using strength and speed to directly break the rotation is very violent." Oni Jujiro said with appreciation in his eyes.
As a powerful tennis player, he admired Jindailan's counterattack.
Atobe's eyes darkened: "Sure enough, Tezuka's Phantom can also be easily cracked. Tezuka's persistence in the competition is completely meaningless."
"Huchihuchi." Tezuka breathed heavily. This was not because of fatigue, but because of pain.
Even holding the racket was difficult.
If you lift up the cuffs, you can see that his elbows are bruised.
"Your injury has recurred. If you hit your elbow again, it will be useless." Shendailan said calmly as if narrating.
"I will not give up, Jindai." Tezuka took a deep breath and said firmly: "I have been waiting for this match for two years."
For two years, Tezuka knew that he had always had this obsession in his heart.
Now, after finally waiting for this opportunity, he naturally didn't want to let it go.
On the one hand, it's because of Qingxue, and on the other hand, it's because of myself.
Even if it is abolished, it doesn't matter.
He just wants to live in the moment and finish this game well.
"It seems that you have made a decision. It's really distressing. I don't want to play with you like this." Kamishiro Lan helplessly held his forehead.
"Then I will be a good person for once." The corner of Jindailan's mouth curled up slightly.
"Swallow it, meat-slut."
The next moment, a huge flying fish phantom appeared behind Jindailan.
"Haijie?!" Tezuka's eyes widened and he felt great pressure on his body.
He could see that there was an inexplicable sense of longing written in the pupils of the flying fish.
The way you look at yourself is like looking at food.
Atobe: "Here we go, the first version of Kamishiro Blue appears, but this first version is a bit too cute."
Fuji Shusuke: "We have finally reached the initial stage of solution. What are you going to do, Tezuka?"
"This phantom, this aura?! Who is he?!" In the stands, Irie Kanata and Oni Jujiro's eyes couldn't hide their shock.
"This is not the breath of another dimension, but! It is not much worse than the other dimension! I have never seen such a skill! Is this his own creation?"
Ashamed of oneself.
This was a rather bitter thought that came to Oni Jujiro and Irie Kanata's hearts.
Being able to join the U17 training camp or even become a member of the expeditionary force, their strength and talent are definitely among the best in this age group.
but.
They can be 100% sure.
When he was in junior high school, he was far less powerful than Kamidaoran.
The strength and talent shown by Shendailan were beyond their reach in junior high school.
Perhaps, this is the real genius.
"No wonder the coach asked us to come here." Irie said bitterly.
"Bang!!" Facing the mysterious Hajime, Tezuka was not afraid and served hard.
The spin on the ball remains.
Precisely.
Being able to perform such a spin despite severe pain shows that Tezuka's talent and perseverance are overflowing.
"Bang." Jindailan raised the racket casually, and the tennis ball immediately flew back at a faster speed. But this time, the flying fish shadow flapped its wings to catch up and dragged the tennis ball up.
The sudden and strange scene made Tezuka's heart sink. He didn't know how to deal with it, so he could only sink his body, lower his center of gravity, and be ready to hit back the power ball.
"Tsk!" The tennis ball fell to the ground and began to spin wildly, heading towards his face the next moment.
"Outspin?" Tezuka took a step toward the outside, scooped up the ball with his left hand, and the racket immediately collided with the tennis ball.
Normal power and spin. Everything is unremarkable.
"Creak." The flying fish silhouette suddenly stood up, and in everyone's horrified eyes, it bit Tezuka.
Tezuka's expression changed, and in his sight, a bloody mouth was enlarging.
Unable to dodge, he subconsciously closed his eyes.
There were screams, not from Tezuka, but from the timid audience.
The shadow bit Tezuka on his left arm, but Tezuka was not injured at all.
When Tezuka opened his eyes, he found that the shadow had obediently flown back to Kamishiro Ami's back. There was no blood on the ground, and he felt no pain.
"40-30."
"Oh my God, Tezuka's shadow is incomplete!"
"His shadow has no left hand!"
It wasn't until the screams started ringing out again that he suddenly realized.
He couldn't feel his left hand.
Sister Hua’s interpretation of the language seemed unknown, so I created it myself.
(End of chapter)
