Prince of Tennis: The Power of Fantasy

Chapter 120 : Tit for tat, the emperor vs the emperor

“No chance to play? Really arrogant.”

Hearing Atobe’s words, Sanada’s face became a little ugly.

Atobe’s words mean that they will lose Rikkai until the fifth game?

“Arrogant? This uncle is telling the truth. But you still want to fight with the hand, haven’t you lost enough? It doesn’t matter, if you don’t lose enough, if you still want to continue to lose, this uncle can also fulfill you.”

A trace of disdain appeared on Atobe’s face.

“Complete me? Do you think you are a master?”

Really angrily, these words blurted out without thinking.

The moment he said this sentence, Sanada already felt bad.

“E? ​​Listening to what you mean, do you admit that you are not as good as the Shoujia? But you can rest assured that although the uncle is not a Shoujia, he beats you, ~ enough.”

Atobe said playfully.

Sanada fumbled for a while, how could Atobe let go of this opportunity? Immediately began to mock.

“You, huh, really sharp-edged mouth, I hope that after I’m dragged into the abyss of defeat, you will still be able to say these words.”

Speaking of talking about it, how could Sanada, who has always been serious, be Atobe’s opponent.

With nothing to say, Sanada could only snorted coldly and walked towards the baseline with a dark face.

“Ah.”

Atobe gave a chuckle and turned to the baseline.

“The match started, Hyotei Atobe Keigo played against Rikkai Osanada Genichiro, and the game ended, Rikkai served in a big game.”

The referee announces the start of the match.

Sanada stood at the baseline, took out a tennis ball from his pocket, and prepared to serve.

At this moment, there was still a trace of anger on his face.

“Hmph, let me see if your strength is not commensurate with your lip service, it’s like a wind.”

Sanada tossed the tennis ball and hit it with his extreme swing speed.

boom.

Whoosh.

A breaking wind sounded, and the tennis ball directly tore the air like a sharp arrow, rushing to Atobe quickly.

In a blink of an eye, Sanada’s serve came to Atobe.

“This trick is useless to my uncle.”

Atobe’s gaze condensed, and his feet moved quickly.

With a flash of body shape, Atobe had stopped in front of the tennis ball that was about to fly out of the court, and then swung his racket back to hit the tennis ball.

Sanada’s wind is like a wind. Atobe has seen it many times, and this move poses no threat to him.

After all, although Sanada’s serve is fast, but with his eyesight, he can still accurately capture the trajectory of the tennis ball.

boom.

The tennis ball hits the ground and then bounces off the ground, but Sanada has already been waiting for the tennis ball.

“Aggression is like fire.

Sanada also didn’t expect to score directly from Atobe with just as fast as the wind.

Therefore, rally, he is ready to make the next move.

Sanada’s body began to burn with fiery flames, his right hand held the racquet tightly, and continued to gather strength, and then he swung his racket heavily on the tennis ball.

boom.

The tennis ball was covered with a raging flame, carrying great power and might, and rushed towards Atobe.

The match has just started, and Sanada has already started.

“Aggression is like fire? The power is good.

A dignified color flashed in Atobe’s eyes, and he did not dare to underestimate the power of aggression.

Raising his left hand, Atobe held racquet with both hands, facing Sanada’s aggression like fire.

boom.

The tennis ball fell into the racquet, and that powerful force followed the racquet and began to madly impact Atobe’s arm.

Fortunately, Atobe Atobe’s skills are good, and he has been prepared in advance, the ball failed to break through racquet in the end, out of his control.

When the strength of the tennis ball gradually disappeared, Atobe waved his arm and hit the tennis ball back. .

“I want to see how long you can support it. Aggression is like fire.

Sanada snorted coldly, and flames came out of his body again, and he hit the tennis ball at Atobe.

boom.

boom.

boom.

Sanada begins to use aggression to attack Atobe like fire.

In the face of Sanada’s aggression, Atobe directly used both hands to fight back without giving Sanada a chance to score.

The two launched a fierce confrontation, and neither of them would give in.

“It will be very unfavorable for me to go on like this.”

Sanada’s face gradually became serious.

He found that Atobe was adapting to the intensity of aggression, and had gradually begun to fight back with one hand.

………For flowers…

The power of aggression is indeed very strong, but in order to play such a powerful trick, Sanada must make a huge hitting action.

Therefore, although Aggressive Fire is powerful, but the ball is too direct. Once Aggressive Fire cannot defeat the opponent with its powerful power, it will be difficult to score with this move.

In the same way, it is very difficult for Atobe to score from Sanada’s hands by relying on ordinary ball returns.

For a while, the two were in a stalemate.

When Sanada hit the ball again, Atobe finally took the lead.

“My uncle doesn’t want to play like this anymore, Sanada, since you don’t make moves, then my uncle has to do it first.

Atobe whispered to himself, then a cold light flashed in his eyes.

…00

“Give it to me, freeze it.”

Taste scent.

In Sanada’s eyes, the court instantly turned into darkness, and at this time, his side was already filled with crystal clear icicles.

Atobe aimed at one of the icicles and swung fiercely.

boom.

The tennis ball smashed one of the icicles and then flew out of the court.

“O-15. ”

Referee announces the score.

“Can’t move?”

Sanada was a little surprised. Although he had heard Mōri Juzaburō talk about the feeling of facing the ice world, he had not personally experienced it, and he did not know the power of this trick.

Now that he had experienced this trick personally, he discovered that Atobe’s trick was more powerful than he had imagined.

“How about it, Sanada, the feeling of blind spots is uncomfortable, but don’t indulge in this uncle’s superb skills.”

Atobe said with a smile.

Sanada didn’t respond to Atobe, but played out like a wind.

“My uncle said, this trick is useless, let’s keep freezing.”

Smell, click, click.

Sanada’s side was again filled with icicles.

Atobe swung the racket again, and the tennis ball broke one of the icicles and flew off the court.

Stabbed.

A flash of thunder flashed, and Sanada’s body was shining with blue electric lights, and he stopped in front of the tennis ball.

“Atobe Keigo, you should be drunk in the abyss of defeat.”

(sorry, just ate, a little slower) dry,