First Minister of Prince of Tennis

"His Mach serve is really hard to deal with!"

"As long as you know that Moonlight uses this trick, it will be impossible for Atobe to win in his serve game!"

The purple-haired boy wearing a jacket was silent for a long time, and his voice was so absolute.

Everyone at the scene understood that this overwhelming situation would be formed at the beginning, all because of this kind of serve.

"The match continues, Kunimitsu, the second army candidate team...No, Niou Masaharu serve!"

On the field, Nioh casually put racquet on his shoulders, and after he walked on the field, he threw the ball directly and sent it out!

Puff!

"15 to 0!"

After the tennis ball bounced to the opponent's court...it didn't bounce, but rolled back and let. "Nine Nine Three"

Zero type serve!

Nioh...he could actually play this zero-type serve. He always thought that his imitation was only limited to the appearance, and he could only imitate some simpler skills.

Fuji's stunned eyes slowly solidified on Nioh's body, and he came to a conclusion in his heart: Nioh's phantom stunt has reached a level of realism.

"Hands? Your dream of a professional player is almost finished!" Looking at the Nioh phantom on the field, Fuji was a little fascinated, and murmured nonchalantly!

"30 to 0!"

"40 to 0!""

The first army was selected by the zero-type serve and was beaten by nothing, which surprised Atobe, who hadn't recovered yet.

The last ball!

Puff!

Just when the referee habitually opened his mouth to report the score, Mōri Juzaburō strode to the front of the net, swung the racquet from left to right, picked up the tennis ball, and jumped gently to be caught.

Got it!

It was not the relaxation of the Atobe group that ushered in. The two of them were serious about it, and suddenly there was some circular airflow around the house.

Hand home field!

Fuji was even more shocked, remembering that the previous confrontation had been defeated many times by this style. At this time, he was still skeptical that Nioh could make it through.

However, the flying tennis ball revolved around Nioh, and Nioh’s "handsmanship field" was once again proved.

"Niou Masaharu is interesting!

Advance can attack and retreat can defend!

Chiba looked at the figure of the protagonist's big brother in the original book, and there was a little excitement in his heart that someone could imitate him so vividly.

The number of middle school students who can accompany him to practice hands is no more than five fingers. The hand family has abandoned the national honor and ran to the country for his future. There is no fun in training with a member of the army. After all, they are all experienced. Through the devastation of the world battlefield...

Chiba silently looked at the virtual screen in front of him, searching for player data in the player library.

Niou Masaharu: Speed ​​3 Strength 2 Physical Strength 3 Spirit 5 Technology 5 Overall 18

Handyman Kunimitsu: Speed ​​4 Strength 4 Physical Strength 4 Spirit 5 Technology 6 Comprehensive 23.5

The current skills and spirit of the two are almost the same. No wonder Nioh is able to imitate his hands vividly.

"But the army... is not as simple as you think.

boom!

"The Second Army won this game, 4 to 4!"

Puff!

Mach serve!

It was Mach serve again, and the two sides continued for eight rounds relying on serve. This match looked a bit boring.

"5 to 4, the first army wins!"

The first army took the lead to win the match point, but if no accident happens, the second army will win the next game as an alternative.

"Is it a protracted war?"

The pen in Inui Sadaharu's hand trembled frantically, and he recorded it with the slightest intermission between both sides of the court.

"Even high school students, it is absolutely impossible to receive zero-style serve." As an iron fan of the hand, there is a trace of enthusiasm in the eyes of Guanyue.

"No, even if Nioh's wrist is intact, the wrist will be damaged during the continuous zero serve and handy field.. There should be a gap in this game.

Yanagi Renji analyzed more methodically. The hand is always the opponent he wants to challenge, and his moves are naturally clear.

boom!

"15 to 0!"

"It's still a little too close!"

Maori doesn't seem to be discouraged, he has a momentum of getting more and more courageous.

.....

"40 to 0!""

With the last ball, it's time for an extra match!

Puff!

How many times can the same routine work before the first army!

"His wrist can't hold it anymore."

Chiba slowly talked about the changes in serve he had observed, and everyone who was dozing off began to pay attention to the ball.

call out!

With the sound of the breaking wind, the baseline defender knows that the moonlight rushes to the net, the speed of the taller is really not bad, and he appears in front of the net in three or two steps, but the defending range is still more than half of the field.

Puff!

After the tennis ball spun wildly on the ground for a while, it rolled back to the net according to the situation of the past few balls, but the ball bounced slightly after it touched the ground.

"Finally revealed the flaws!"

With a violent wave of racquet, the arm was not fully stretched out. With a pull and a tug, the tennis ball immediately went back.

A huge shadow enveloped Maori, and Maori slowly raised his head, only to see Atobe in a half-delay.

"Your flaws have been seen through by me!"

Bang!

The tennis ball in Maori's eyes is infinitely magnified, he has more than his heart and lack of strength, but his body cannot move forward as he imagined it.

Snapped!

The racquet in his hand fell off to the ground, and the stunned Maori stood in a daze, his body stiff.

Puff!

Toward the frustrated escape song!

The tennis ball passed by, the more they knew the distance was too far, the team of the first army could only watch the tennis ball across the ground and out. .

Recommended, the absolute realm of Prince of Tennis!

The big guy's book, a beautiful stroke!.

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