"In the last metropolitan tournament, Tezuka was defeated by a huge margin. Now, can he force out more of Kamidai Blue's strength?" Inoue Mamoru's eyes were filled with inexplicable color.
In his mind, Tezuka is definitely one of the top three talents in the national competition.
But the gap with the Godly Blue is still terrifyingly large.
"Shazhi."
"I know, senior." Saori slapped Jindailan fiercely.
"Give Tezuka some shots, too."
"Kakakaka."
"Tezuka Kunimitsu? He seems to be Yamato's successor?" Watanabe said with a smile on the side of the army.
"He is a very talented guy, and his field is very good."
Irie Kanata's words attracted Watanabe's attention: "Even you said that he is very good. It seems that Tezuka Kunimitsu is really a genius."
"Well, if nothing unexpected happens, we will be able to see him in U17 soon." Irie Kanata shrugged.
Watanabe's eyes suddenly changed.
This evaluation is incredible.
"Ah, I seem to have caught up with an incredible game." From the auditorium, Nanjiro rushed over in flip-flops, took a breath, and saw Kamishiro Aiwa walking towards the field. After Tezuka Kunimitsu, he said to himself in surprise.
"Nanjiro, you are an old fool." Sumire Ryuzaki had already seen Nanjiro when he walked into the auditorium and walked away immediately.
"Damn old woman, why are you still here? You haven't left the circle yet." Nanjiro lowered his head slightly, let his sunglasses slide down to the end of his nose, and looked at Sumire Ryuzaki with a pair of eyes unhappily.
"You bastard, why are you talking!" Sumire Ryuzaki exploded.
After she calmed down, she asked slowly: "Why did you come to watch the game? Do you want to see how your Echizen family performed at the new school?" There was a hint of resentment in her tone.
"I'm not interested in seeing that brat of mine." Nanjiro pretended not to hear the resentment.
"I'm here to see my students." After saying that, Nanjiro took out a Fudomine sign and hung it on his chest: "Old lady, watch out, I am Fudomine's coach now."
After saying that, he walked toward the field with steps that he didn't recognize his relatives.
For some reason, he suddenly wanted to be angry with Sumire Ryuzaki.
"This kid!" Sumire Ryuzaki's expression twisted in anger, she sat down holding her chest, sulking alone.
But in fact, I feel more confused.
"Nanjiro, have you even joined Fudomine? Is there really any hope for Seigaku?"
"Coach." All Fudofeng members looked respectful, but also a little surprised.
In the past, although Nanjiro was known as Fudomine's coach, he had never come to watch a game live. This move was quite unexpected.
"Well, don't worry about me, I'll just take a look." Nanjiro sat on the coaching bench with his hands behind his back.
The line of sight is wide and the players can be seen at a glance.
"Well, is this what a coach feels like? No wonder that old woman has stayed in that position for more than ten or twenty years." Nanjiro couldn't help but muttered.
"Sir, please don't break into the playing field without permission." The referee gave a warning.
"He is our coach at Fudo Peak." It wasn't until someone explained that the referee nodded and looked away.
"The coach is here too." Qingxue's side noticed Sumire Ryuzaki, and there was a sudden commotion.
Many people dare not look into Sumire Ryuzaki's eyes.
"Come on!" Sumire Ryuzaki said with complicated eyes, using her lips.
Tezuka subconsciously tightened his racket and looked at Kamishiro Ai with eyes filled with fighting intent.
"Oh, what a touching teacher-student bond." Kamishiro Lan showed a smile that was not bad at all and said: "Let me have a lot of fun today."
"Pro or con?"
"opposite!"
"Guessed it right."
Holding the racket in hand, Kamishiro Blue walked towards the back and made a ready gesture.
Tezuka, who got the right to serve, looked solemn.
"Pah." He patted the tennis ball gently, then threw it high. When the tennis ball fell to a certain height, he raised his right hand and buckled it down hard.
"So fast!" The audience's eyes lit up.
"Impeccable serving posture, very good power and speed, this Tezuka is a bit interesting." The first army is full of seniors, and it is a dimensionality reduction attack on national-level players. You can basically guess this player at a glance approximate strength.
It is not difficult to see that Tezuka's strength is among the best at the national level.
"Bang." Faced with the incoming tennis ball, Kamishiro Ami looked calm and swung the racket casually. The next moment, the tennis ball spun around an exaggerated arc and headed towards the baseline on Tezuka's other half of the court.
"This spin!" As he swung the racket, Tezuka felt the strangeness of tennis. The ball he hit back turned into a topspin ball.
"Have we started yet? Domain." Tezuka's eyes darkened.
During the Capital Conference, his field was completely suppressed. If he continues to fight at the same pace this time, he will soon lose.
"The game is about to begin." Jindai Lan moved his steps lightly. When the tennis ball came, the racket was stamped on the inevitable path.
"Whoa." The tennis ball was given a powerful spin and headed towards Tezuka.
There was a hint of expectation in Kamidaoran's eyes.
Tezuka's talents are definitely among the top in the original work, and even the German team later extended an olive branch.
Tezuka had already opened the door to perfection when he was in the Tokyo Metropolitan Assembly. Although the light at that time was a little dim, being able to open all the doors of selflessness at this age is enough to be called an amazing talent.
Jindailan looks forward to Tezuka showing more talent and potential.
Maybe you can combine the Tezuka Domain with the Phantom to create the Supreme Domain!
"Tezuka, try your best!" A fighting spirit ignited in the depths of Kamishiro Blue's pupils.
"Buzz." Tezuka's arm suddenly burst into dazzling white light. During the swing, a shock wave seemed to burst out, carrying the tennis ball with unstoppable momentum, piercing the air and shooting away.
Qian: "The second state of selflessness, the limit of hard work. Concentrate the power of the "selfless state" in the left hand to reduce the fatigue of the body and return all the spin, destructive power and speed of the incoming ball. Tezuka wants to be violent. Breaking through the realm of the Age of Gods?”
"It can't be cracked even by hard work!" The racket in Jindailan's hand suddenly swung out like a sharp blade, and a shock wave erupted.
"Tsk." The tennis ball was distorted by the shock wave, and it dented in an exaggerated way, and then exploded with airflow.
With the explosion, the whizzing tennis ball passed by Tezuka Kunimitsu's right side, and the air flow brought up his bangs, revealing a pair of slightly shocked eyes.
"Crack!" The tennis ball hit like a barbed wire fence, almost half embedded in it.
"Ten, fifteen to zero." Even though the referee had done countless psychological work for himself before the game, asking him to stay calm and show professionalism, his voice was trembling at this moment.
"So fast, my eyes didn't catch it." Echizen Ryoma rubbed his eyes in shock.
"The power and speed of this ball in the Age of Gods far exceed those that have been tempered for thousands of years." Gan pushed up his glasses: "Swing the racket and aim the frame at the tennis ball. Because the extreme power brings out a shock wave, even if the tennis ball does not enter the racket , was also hit back by the shock wave. Rather than saying this is a basic counterattack, it is better to say it is the way of the sword."
(End of chapter)
