The next moment, Wakatohiro's demeanor changed drastically, and a familiar smile and loose stance appeared on his face that made Echizen Ryoma very familiar.
"Hey, Echizen, are you ready?" Ruo Renhong's voice was full of magnetism and his eyes were deep.
"Minister?" Ryoma Echizen had a look of astonishment on his expression.
"Such an ugly face." Akujin's face darkened: "This kid is really brave."
"Hahaha, he really learned from the minister's smile." Akira Kamio said with a smile, "I wonder if he can imitate the minister's football skills?"
"Judging from the way he perfectly imitated the styles of other players before, his imitation ability is still very good. Now that he has transformed into a god, he should have mastered some hitting styles. By the way, what kind of tennis style does the god have?" Chitose asked a question.
But he saw that everyone had confused expressions.
Tachibana: "I have never seen Jindai go all out. In every game, he uses different starting solutions, and even his tennis style is completely different."
"I wonder which style of Kamishiro Blue he is imitating?"
Fudomine is full of curiosity.
"He can actually imitate Kamidaoran." Aoi Hanamura was a little surprised.
Judging from this year's metropolitan conference and regional competition, the strength shown by Shendailan has surpassed all current junior high school students.
Just like Yukimura back then, he never lost a single victory in the Zongheng National Competition.
If Hiroyuki is confident enough to transform, it means that he must have mastered one of Kamishiro Ai's styles, most likely the Zanpakutō!
"Wakato, although he often stinks, he is still very reliable at critical moments." Shonan Chengcheng's expression also became much more relaxed.
"Ruoren~~Ruoren~~" Ruorenhong's cheerleaders cheered.
"Imitating the minister, can he use the Zanpakutō?" Upon seeing this possibility, Echizen Ryoma became excited.
He has always wanted to compete with Shendai Lan, but unfortunately the gap in strength between the two sides is too big, so he has never had a chance.
Now, being able to fight against the fake God's Blue is considered a wish.
"Pah." Echizen Ryoma slapped the tennis ball seriously, his eyes becoming serious.
"Whoa!" He threw the ball and jumped up, his shoelaces fluttering in the wind. When the tennis ball flew to a high point, he pulled up his right arm and buckled it hard.
"Outspin serve? It doesn't work for me." Ruo Renhong smiled, took a step back, and then made a free throw. The next moment, the tennis ball passed by at high speed, hit Echizen's feet, and bounced out of bounds.
"15-0."
"What a fast speed!" Echizen's stunned face became the background.
Tachibana: "His speed and strength have been greatly improved. It seems that it is not just an ordinary imitation."
"Waka Renhong is quite interesting." Even Kamishiro Lan himself raised his eyebrows.
In the original work, if Renhong masters a person's playing style through imitation day after day, his body data will also change to a certain extent when he transforms into another person.
Wakato Hiroshi can be considered as a weakened version of Nioh.
"Bang." Echizen Ryoma gripped the tennis ball tightly, his eyes a little sharper.
"Bang!" Another fierce outspin serve. After launching the ball, he immediately switched the racket to his dominant left hand.
"Whoosh!" The tennis ball flew towards the left at a faster speed. Echizen Ryoma moved his legs, caught up with the tennis ball, stretched his left hand, and swung it out suddenly.
"Crunch." The weird spin from the racket made his pupils suddenly shrink.
"Tsk." The tennis ball was slightly out of angle and flew towards Ruo Renhong. It was a spinning ball with a slightly upward angle.
"Tap."
If a person is taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard, take two steps forward, and wave the bat lightly with his right hand.
"Bang." The tennis ball headed toward the other half of Echizen at high speed.
"Step." Echizen tapped his toes, and his figure appeared at the landing point within one breath.
"This is Echizen's own Ryoma Step." Chitose nodded secretly: "Although the speed is not as fast as Shunpo, it is still very good."
"What a weird spin." The moment the tennis ball entered the racket, Echizen frowned, sensing something was wrong.
The tennis ball crossed the net and headed towards Wakatohiro in an arc.
Ruo Renhong returned with a terrifying forehand shot.
The tennis ball began to shuttle between the two.
But soon, everyone noticed something was wrong.
If the range of Renhong's activities becomes smaller and smaller, the final range of activities will not exceed one meter.
Echizen Ryoma, on the other hand, kept running back and forth.
Chitose: "This is Tezuka's domain. Wakatohiro actually knows this move."
Tachibana: "No, to be precise, Jindai has completely mastered other people's skills. Since Wakahiro imitated Jindai, he should not only know Tezuka's field, but also other skills."
"Bang." After a long period of fighting, Wakatohiro finally found a flaw in Echizen and hit the ball to the blind spot with his backhand racket to score.
"30-0."
"Echizen, is that all?" Ruo Renhong grabbed the string and said with a smile.
"Hey." Echizen Ryoma stood in a tee-ball posture, but the sweat on his forehead revealed his restless heart.
"My spin was controlled. No matter how I hit back, I would fly towards him."
"I have to find a way to break his spin, otherwise, my physical strength will be completely consumed."
"Damn it, it's obviously just a pirated copy, why do you put so much pressure on me?"
Echizen Ryoma felt unwilling and angry at his own weakness.
"Whoa." Another external spin serve, but Ruo Renhong still easily countered it.
The tennis ball flew towards Wakato Hiroshi with the spin again, and the rhythm of the game was once again caught in his hands.
When Echizen Ryoma hit a topspin ball uncontrollably, he saw Wakatohiro suddenly straighten his right-hand racket behind him, angle it downwards, and step forward with his left foot, slightly bending it.
"This posture is..." Echizen's eyes widened, a guess flashed in his mind, and then he saw Ruo Renhong pull upwards hard.
"Bang." The tennis ball flew at extremely high speed, and the moment it landed, it spun and flew close to the ground.
"40-0."
"This is Phoenix flashback!" Echizen Ryoma breathed rapidly, his eyes flashing with shock.
"Can he really imitate the minister? All these skills are at his fingertips." Echizen looked grave.
"Echizen, you are still far away." Ruo Renhong said softly with a smile on his face.
"boom."
"Game, 3-2, Echizen Ryoma takes the lead."
"game3-3."
After Wakatohiro's full firepower, Echizen seemed to have lost his soul, retreating steadily, and soon lost two games.
Tachibana: "What's going on with Echizen? Even if Wakatohiro could use the triple counterattack and Tezuka's domain, he wouldn't be able to beat Echizen like this."
Chitose: "Echizen's subconscious has already regarded Wakato Hiroshi as a god, so he has fear. I have to say that Wakato Hiroshi's imitation ability is quite good."
During the halftime break, Echizen Ryoma sat on the coaching bench with a towel covering his head, breathing hard.
"Echizen." Jindai Lan glanced at Echizen Ryoma and said solemnly: "Don't let fear dominate your reason."
"Buchou." Echizen took a deep breath, looked at Kamishiro Ai, and suddenly understood in his heart.
"Am I afraid of confronting the minister?"
The break is over.
Echizen Ryoma returned to the playing field.
This time, he looked at Ruo Renhong opposite him.
He discovered numerous flaws.
"Now." He carried the racket and showed an arrogant smile: "Imitate the minister, but you don't use his skills at all, because you don't know how to do it."
"Of course I can." Ruo Renhong narrowed his eyes with a captivating gaze, and then smiled.
"Really? I think you are very tired just maintaining this state. You have no energy." Echizen Ryoma glanced at Wakatohiro's trembling legs and said with a smile.
(End of chapter)
