"God Generation, God of Death, it seems that I have underestimated you, but I am not someone to be trifled with. It seems that I have to show my trump card in advance."
"I taught them all their football skills."
Kite Eishiro retracted his gaze, threw the ball high, jumped up suddenly, stretched his arms, bulged his muscles, and concentrated the power on his right arm.
"Boom!" The tennis ball was like a big explosion, flying towards Kamidaoran.
Kite Eishiro showed a confident smile: "Be careful, my big explosion is not so easy to catch."
"Big explosion?!" Upon seeing this, there were exclamations on the sidelines.
There are still some memories of Tian Ren Zhihui's big explosion before.
"The minister's big explosion is much more powerful than mine." Tian Renzhihui said confidently.
He firmly believes that no matter how many points Eishiro Kiden lost before, from now on, the situation will be reversed.
"It's a small trick." Kamishiro Ai stood on the spot, swung the racket with his right hand, and in the next moment he lightly hit the big explosion towards Eishiro Kite.
"How is that possible?!" Eishiro Kote's pupils shrank suddenly, and he hurriedly adjusted his stance. When the tennis ball landed on the ground and bounced, he raised a large phantom with his right hand and raised his arms.
"Crunch." The feedback from the tennis ball was unexpectedly powerful, so much so that Kute Eishiro's right hand felt paralyzed in an instant.
"How could this happen? His power is so terrifying. Not only can he easily counter my big explosion, but he can also exert a more powerful impact."
He suddenly remembered a newspaper he had read once.
That newspaper focused on portraying Jindailan as a player with a solid foundation to the point of exaggeration.
He still remembered a sentence written on it.
"Put aside all the skills, God's Blue's strength, speed and other all-round attributes can definitely rank first in the national competition. Even the Son of God cannot surpass it."
At first he was a little scornful, thinking that the tennis reporters had started a new round of campaigning.
Last year we created a Son of God, and this year we created a God of Death. This is completely in line with the logic of the tennis world, which requires the emergence of a super genius every year.
I thought they were all just a mob, but Eishiro Kite discovered that he was wrong.
The power of Kamidaoran's counterattack had already forced him to use both hands.
"Bang." Almost losing his balance, he finally used the inertia of his hands and body to fight back. The tennis ball brought up Mars, dragging a slender trajectory towards the other side of Jindai Lan.
"No, the angle is too small, and the tennis ball is still far away from the baseline. A national-level player's counterattack shows that he played the ball very reluctantly." Chitose shook his head secretly: "His strength is actually not bad. "
"Whoa." As the black shadow flickered, Jindai Lan appeared in front of the net. His right hand reached across his chest and cut straight out.
"Da." With a crisp sound, the tennis ball flew across the net like a smart elf.
"Teleport?!" Eishiro Kitote's pupils suddenly shrank.
Jindai Ai's Shunpo is already faster than Okinawa's pace.
Without any time to think, he immediately came to the net with Okinawa steps, raised his racket, and hit the tennis ball towards the back of Kamishiro Ami.
"Uh-huh." Kamidaoran also stepped furiously on Shunpo and intercepted the tennis ball from behind.
"Is this guy showing off his pace?" Eishiro Kite suddenly felt a little unhappy and used his Okinawa pace to teleport to the back to catch the ball.
He has always believed that Okinawa pace is the best pace in the entire national competition.
Now Shendailan's actions are undoubtedly provocative.
The principle of Okinawa pace is to use high-speed foot movement, combined with special breathing and force exertion, to achieve the effect of teleportation. Such pace still consumes a lot of physical strength.
To be precise, the consumption of steps that can produce teleportation effects will definitely not be small.
"His pace should use instantaneous explosive power to give the illusion of teleportation. The principle is simpler and cruder than that of Okinawa, but the consumption is definitely higher. Okinawa's pace has scientific basis and scientific optimization, so at this point, I occupy the leading position It's a big advantage." Eishiro Kiden's eyes lit up.
"So I just have to fight him, and he's killing himself."
After reaching the conclusion, Eishiro Kite used Okinawa pace to catch up with the tennis ball again and hit the tennis ball with a beautiful forehand whip towards the opposite half of Ai Jindai's side.
"Tap." Kamidai Blue repeated his old trick and used Shunpo to catch up with the tennis ball.
"Bang bang." The tennis ball kept shuttling between the two of them, and their figures kept flickering.
The ornamental value of Okinawa's pace and shunpo are vividly displayed.
"It's so exciting. It's a direct fight." Everyone watched the game intently.
Both of them have very good basic skills, including volleys, forehands and backhands, and various basic techniques. They play tennis with sharp and tricky angles.
"This is a competition between steps. Kute Eishiro is using his schemes. If Kamidai doesn't use Shunpo, it will be a sign of cowardice."
Inui Sadaharu stared closely at the dizzying array of tennis balls in the court.
The audience's emotions reached a climax.
In their sight, Kamishiro Ai and Kote Eishiro stood motionless. When the ball flew, they appeared at the landing point and hit the ball back as if teleporting.
From the audience's perspective, the two seemed to be teleporting and playing ball, looking very elegant.
"They seem to be playing a very new kind of tennis." Several spectators couldn't help but sigh.
"Shouldn't you be running around when playing tennis? Why are they dodging around?"
"It's smaller, the pattern is smaller." Ini Sadaharu's eyes were filled with pride similar to the vision of a "high-end game": "Times have changed, and ordinary tennis has no future."
"Are you still trying to use this explosive pace?" Kite Eishiro frowned slightly as he hit back the tennis ball with Okinawa pace again.
The shot lasted longer than he thought.
Kamidaoran's physical strength was more terrifying than he thought.
"Are you good at basic tennis? But how long can you keep at it?" His eyes narrowed, and he shot towards the opposite corner.
"Hurrah." The increase in breathing made him feel a little bit in danger.
Looking at the calm look and vigorous pace of Jindailan, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy: "Is he pretending? Or does he really not consume that much?"
"It's impossible. This kind of explosive pace is very energy-consuming." In an instant, his idea became firm.
"Tap, tap, tap." Continuous flashes of steps flashed, and the game was lengthened again.
The counterattack came to the 300th time, and both of them had used the same pace hundreds of times.
Kite Eishiro's legs had begun to tremble.
"Step." He once again tried to teleport to the landing point, but his feet were shaking and he fell awkwardly. Kute Eishiro tried his best to stretch the racket, and he was able to hook the tennis ball and hit a weak lob. .
"Uh-huh." Kamidai Lan's figure instantly appeared in front of the net, and he buttoned down with his right hand.
"Bang." The tennis ball penetrated Kute Eishiro's half.
Kamidaoran had a calm posture and a smile on his face: "Hey, you don't seem to have any physical strength anymore?"
(End of chapter)
