"Tsk." The tennis ball hit the ball out of bounds.
"15-15."
"Oh? It's interesting." Jindailan grabbed the snapping line with a trace of interest in his eyes.
Dusty memories are awakened.
He remembered.
Kamijo Reiji is best at the phantom style of play.
The so-called phantom play is to use the same posture to hit the ball with completely different weight and spin, thereby confusing the opponent.
The effect of this skill is similar to Wabisuke.
If you want to crack this skill, you must predict the spin and weight of the ball before it comes, or adjust your posture at the moment of catching the ball.
For many players who face this kind of tennis for the first time, they are likely to collapse all of a sudden.
But Shendai Lan is no ordinary person.
His vision is also beyond the national level.
"boom!"
There was another phantom serve. This time, Jindailan stepped forward, turned sideways, and grabbed it with his right hand.
"Bang." The tennis ball drew a sharp arc and accurately hit the blind spot beside Reiji Kamijo.
"30-15."
"My phantom style was counterattacked? Is it luck?" Kamijo Reiji was a little stunned, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Try again!" Kamijo Reiji started serving.
"Bang." The tennis ball flew past quickly, hit his side, and flew out of the court.
"40-15."
Kamijo Reiji did not believe in evil and served again.
"Game, 2-0, Fudomine Kamishiro Blue is in the lead."
Unexpectedly, Shendailan won the game again.
In front of Jindai Lan. Kamishiro Reiji couldn't make any waves at all.
"Huh." Kamijo Reiji felt that his breathing was a little rapid.
It was his first time competing against a player as oppressive as Kamidairo.
I had just played a few balls, but I felt as if I had played the entire game.
Opponents do become familiar with their own tennis style after a few rounds of play and are able to successfully fight back.
But Reiji Kamijo was the first to see someone like Ami Kamishiro who completely cracked the phantom style of play after just a few balls.
Is this who the coach values?
His heart grew heavy.
"Kamidai Blue is indeed so strong that it is suffocating. Kamijo Reiji's phantom style of play cannot make Jindai Blue's body sluggish at all." Liu Renji shook his head and sighed.
"Playing tennis balls with different weights and spins in the same posture is still very tricky. Even if we have reached the national level, we still have to be careful about these tennis balls."
"But Kamishiro Ai is the same as before. No matter what spin and power his opponent's tennis ball brings, his posture will always be the same."
There was a strong look of fear in Liu Lian'er's eyes: "His foundation is already terrifying to an unimaginable level."
"No matter how many times we watch his game, it is impossible to increase the winning rate by one point. He is absolutely unbeatable, whether it is me or you." Yanagi Renji looked at Naka Sanada and said solemnly.
Sanada was silent, his fists hidden under his sleeves clenched quietly, and his tone was a little bitter: "Is there really no chance at all?"
Sanada has the obsession to defeat Jindai. Is it because of the past?
Liu Renji sighed in his heart, his eyes filled with sympathy and sadness.
He can understand.
He witnessed Sanada's masochistic training over the past two years, and he knew that there was a fire in Sanada's heart.
It's definitely because of someone that he works so hard to become stronger.
But.
When I met that person again, I came to the conclusion that his winning rate was less than one percent.
This despair was like denying all his past efforts and driving him completely into the abyss.
Yanagi Renji couldn't bear to bring an end to Sanada like this.
"There is a chance." He narrowed his eyes, and his tone had an inexplicable meaning.
"If you have mastered any special skills in the past two years, there may be a way to win. First, force out Kamidailan's initial solution, and then use your strongest skills to crack his swastika. Only in this way can you have a chance of winning."
After saying that, Yanagi Renji saw that Sanada's eyes changed. His whole person seemed to be glowing with hope, and the fighting spirit in his eyes had reached its peak.
But, Sanada~~
At least three of the first interpretations and the swastika interpretations of God's Blue have been revealed. How do you crack them?
Liu Rener secretly said in his heart.
In the third game, Jindailan kicked off the game.
"It seems a bit boring to end like this." Jindailan slapped the tennis ball, with a strange arc at the corner of his mouth.
"How about~~ Let me show you some interesting skills."
"Twenty-six of the Binding Dao: Qu Guang."
"Bang." Throw the ball, bend your knees, and dunk it.
With the standard serve. The tennis ball headed towards Kamijo Reiji.
As it crossed the net, an inexplicable light shrouded it, and in the blink of an eye, the tennis ball disappeared out of sight.
"Step." It wasn't until the sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground was heard that everyone realized that behind Reiji Kamijo, a tennis ball was quietly rolling down.
"15-0."
The referee announced with a trembling voice.
"The tennis ball is missing?"
"I was right, the tennis ball just flew over the net and disappeared."
"Is this some kind of trick?"
The whole place was in an uproar, and Kamijo Reiji's own palms were covered in fine sweat.
"This is the binding path." On Li Hai's side, Liu Renji frowned tightly: "I have also seen other disappearing serves. They basically rely on rotation to create illusions. They have signs before disappearing. , For example, Shenyin will rise extremely quickly and eventually disappear into the air."
"The disappearing serve will shake extremely fast and disappear into the air."
"But Kamidai Lan's serve is completely different. It's like someone wiped it out of thin air. It disappeared without any warning. It's completely confusing. What on earth is going on?" Liu Renji asked himself confusedly. Said to himself.
"As expected of the god of blue, his talent is visible to the naked eye. If he can cultivate such a genius, his life will be worth it." Aoi Hanamura's eyes showed unconcealable appreciation.
"The tennis ball disappeared? No, it must be spin." Kamijo Reiji tightened the racket in his hand, his eyes became solemn, and he made a ready posture.
"Really? Then use your eyes to see clearly the insurmountable gap between us." Jindai Lan smiled lightly, threw the ball again, and dunked it.
"Twenty-six of the Binding Dao: Qu Guang."
The tennis ball was covered with light in flight and disappeared from sight.
"30-0."
When the sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground was heard, Kamijo Reiji realized that he had lost another point.
What follows is the beginning of Reiji Kamijo's nightmare.
No matter how he swung the racket or stared at the tennis ball, he could not stop the tennis ball from disappearing.
"40-0."
"Game, 3-0, Fudomine Jindai Blue takes the lead.
By the end of this game, Kamijo Reiji's expression had become a little hollow.
I also had doubts about myself.
Could it be.
Am I really not as good as him?
He sat on the coach's bench to rest like a zombie.
"Kamijo, just try your best. The strength of the gods is already higher than that of junior high school students." A trace of unbearable flashed in Hanamura Aoi's eyes, and she comforted softly.
"Try your best?"
Why does the coach think so little of me? !
Reiji Kamijo was filled with dissatisfaction and anger. He stood up suddenly and looked at Aoi Hanamura with firm and determined eyes: "Coach, you only need me to create your most perfect work."
He walked towards the field, with an indescribable aura about him.
In the fourth game, Kamijo Reiji served.
"Kamidai, you are very good." Kamijo Reiji looked at Jindailan with an expressionless face, and suddenly crossed his hands on his chest, holding the racket in one hand and the ball in the other.
"Kamijo, haven't you forgotten what I said?" Seeing this scene, Hanamura Aoi's expression changed drastically, she stood up suddenly and exclaimed.
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(End of chapter)
