"This goal should be enough to gain a foothold in U17." Looking at the exciting Thunder, everyone who has been to U17 fell silent.
During the U17 period, they saw the gap between themselves and the top players, saw multi-ball hitting, and even saw light hitting/different dimensions.
These are areas that they cannot reach at this stage.
However, now, they saw in a young man of the same age, no, a young man who was younger than them and had even less tennis experience, a skill comparable to that of a bare-knuckle ball.
"Thunder is everywhere. Kintaro Toyama's technique may be the most powerful lightning technique in the national competition." Tennis reporter Mamoru Inoue was almost numb.
Kamishiro Ai, Toyama Kintaro, and countless other geniuses after that.
There is really a lot of talent in tennis this year.
"Neon tennis is about to rise." Inoue Mamoru's expression was a bit complicated and exciting, but also a bit longing, and he thought to himself.
"Kamidai!!" Kintaro Toyama roared, and the lightning in his hand merged with the sunlight, forming a light that made it difficult for others to open their eyes.
His expression was excited and he tried his best to hit the ball.
When he landed, his body immediately felt weak, but he still had a smile on his face.
From the moment the racket collided with the tennis ball, he knew the trick was successful.
To be precise, the success rate of this skill is about 70%. Once it fails, you may even be injured.
But Kintaro Toyama still used this skill without hesitation.
Facing the overflowing light and the thunder that can tear everything apart, Jindailan looked relaxed.
"It's interesting that you can understand it to this extent from the Thunder Roar Cannon. As expected, my judgment of you is still a little low."
"Kintaro, your talent goes far beyond that. As a reward, I will let you experience the depth of despair."
Six arms suddenly appeared in the shadow of Inotra behind Jindailan, each arm holding a slender sickle.
Six crescent-shaped sickles form a strange pattern.
"Boom!" Jindai Lan stood on the spot, motionless, and the tennis ball wrapped in thunder suddenly landed on Jindai Lan.
"Resisting with your own body? Is he crazy?" Exclamations erupted from the scene.
The prowess of ball skills is one thing, but human physical strength is limited after all.
This is one of the reasons for the high death and injury rate in the World Championships.
All kinds of ball skills can destroy the stadium, and if they hit people, even Superman will lose half of his life.
What's more, the physical strength of humans in this world is very limited.
But now, Jindai Lan has no intention of fighting back at all, and uses his body to resist the ball skills.
"Oh my God, did the little kid from Kamida lose his mind and go crazy?" Nanjiro Echizen was dumbfounded and subconsciously stood up from the coaching bench.
The first reaction in his heart was confusion, and then worry.
Just because the impression of Kamidaoran in his mind is that he is rational and has nothing to do with being hot-headed.
"Kamidai!!!" Even Kintaro Toyama, who used his ball skills, was stunned.
"Hey, Kamishiro, don't die. Who will play ball with me if you die?" Kintaro Toyama let out a worried roar.
Under the explosion of the thunder ball, dust filled the vision.
"This kid actually has this kind of defensive ability." After a few breaths, Echizen Nanjiro showed a relaxed smile and sat directly back on the coaching bench.
"Xiao Jin, this kind of skill is far from hurting me."
Kamidaoran's plain voice came from the dust.
When the dust cleared, everyone was shocked to find that a blue defensive wall at least five meters high appeared in the Gods Blue half court, with a black eight-petal flower pattern printed on it.
The wall looks like blue crystals, so transparent and clear that at first glance I thought it was an ornamental object.
However, the previous skills did not leave any trace on it, which shows its strong defensive power.
"Bound Dao No. 81: Broken Sky." Jindailan smiled with a smile on his lips. In front of him, the tennis ball stayed in the broken sky, as if the pause button had been pressed.
The whole picture has an artistic beauty.
"This is actually the binding path No. 81?!" Chitose Qianli swallowed hard.
What is the concept of number 81?
The Kidō in the 60s and above of Kamida Blue can torture the elites of U17.
The defensive No. 81 ghost path is definitely not something Kintaro Toyama can break.
"Duan Kong. A very interesting name. Kintaro Toyama's special move is far from reaching the limit of Duan Kong." Inui Sadaharu subconsciously pushed up his glasses.
"Both offensive and defensive, it seems that Ghost Road is more practical and stronger than I thought."
"I just defended the ball, how can I fight back?"
At this moment, the tennis ball stopped in mid-air, and Jindailan slowly raised the racket.
In the eyes of others, Kamidai Lan's movements are easy and freehand, but they are as sharp as a sword.
Kintaro Toyama felt the most direct feeling. The moment Kamidaorami raised his racket, he felt that he was completely locked in, as if he was in a net composed of hundreds of rays of light, and there was no possibility of escaping. .
"Bang!!" As the six-scythe fell, the tennis ball split from the inside to the outside in the next moment, blended into the sunlight, passed through a strange angle, and instantly passed over Kintaro Toyama's body.
"Bang!!" With six continuous explosions, six flat marks appeared on Kintaro Toyama's field.
"Tsk." At the same time, blood burst out from Kintaro Toyama's body. His pupils were dilated, his face was shocked, and he was half-kneeling on the ground.
There were injuries of varying degrees on the arms, thighs, face and other parts of the body.
"Did I see it wrong? Tennis balls are divided into six parts?" Ryoma Echizen rubbed his eyes and said in shock.
In his sight, the tennis ball divided into six pieces fell on Kintaro Toyama's half, and there was even a trace of blood on it.
"This is the violent tennis of the Gods." Tachibana swallowed hard and said in a deep voice.
"Such a generation of gods really makes people excited." Akutsu showed a bloodthirsty smile.
It is his character not to be afraid of authority and to challenge it.
Even if he was ravaged countless times by Kamishiro Blue, he would stand up bravely the next time.
"It's too violent. Sure enough, Jindai has never changed, but what he showed before was not his true self." Sanada couldn't help but murmured.
There was a trace of remembrance in his eyes.
In the past elementary school league, Jindai Ai showed similar violent tennis, and almost destroyed himself at that time.
"Jindai." Thinking of this, Sanada couldn't help but clenched his fists angrily: "I will definitely defeat you. Tennis is not a tool to hurt people."
"Damn it, what does this guy think of tennis!" Takeshi Momoro shouted angrily.
"I was too naive in the past, but now I understand that the so-called tennis is just a sport of scoring again and again and winning the game. No matter what skills and methods are used, it is just to score." Fuji Shusuke unfolded Looking at the indignant Momotoshi Takeshi, he said calmly: "Tennis is indeed very happy, but as Jindai said, I don't have much desire for victory, which makes me weak now."
(End of chapter)
