The Strongest in Prince of Tennis

Warm-up match.

The French team played against the Japan team.

The first game.

Tristan Barthes, Timothy Morrow Vs Tezuka, Yukimura.

The first game.

About five seconds after the start of the second ball.

The left side of the backcourt.

Standing side by side with Tristan Barthes, with his clothes open, showing the eight-pack player Timothy Molo at all times.

Move forward alternately.

Racquet moved from the right hand to the left hand.

He is pursuing the serve that was played by the hand.

at the same time.

Below the court.

The rest area where the French players are located.

Eighteen French team players who looked at the stadium.

"The style of play and personality are compatible, the cooperation is tacit, the singles strength is not weak, and both of the left and right hands of both have very strong ball handling capabilities. Senior Bart and Moro have single-round defensive capabilities. The combination of the two is in ours. All the doubles of the French team are at the top. But the player who dares to talk about thirty-two goals and he can win, it's too arrogant!"

"It's really arrogant. Although he succeeded in his language just now, Barthes and Molo are now fully defending."

"Barthes and Molo, who chose to defend with all their strength, are simply two indestructible iron walls. Even if they can't break the opponent's field and can't score the score, they will never be easily scored by the opponent."

"The one called Shoujia, his prediction this time will definitely fail!"

Many of them have very strong doubts and no thoughts in their eyes.

The other side outside the ball.

The rest area of ​​the Japan team.

Seventeen U17 Cup players and two coach assistants.

"Thirty-two goals, Tezuka actually thinks that the game needs so many rounds to end?"

"In the last game, although Yukimura went online, he didn't swing a racquet. I don't know if Yukimura will make a shot this time. If the opponent can hold on even if both Yukimura and the player make a shot. Thirty-two goals, then their defense is indeed a bit scary."

"Both of them are good at second-sword skills, even if they don't watch the game, they can guess. With such a combination of doubles, their defensive ability is destined to be not weak."

"It doesn't matter whether the opponent's defense is strong or weak, the result of the game has been determined anyway!"

"Indeed, the prophecy of Shoujia can't be defeated by 033."

Like the players of the French team, they are all watching the doubles game that is going on in the stadium.

However, it is different from the French team.

None of the Japanese players have doubts or lack of thought in their eyes. What they cast on the court is a strong confidence.

In the last serve.

"This ball, thirty-two balls!"

For the second time in this game, Shoujia issued a victory announcement.

boom!

There was a sound of tennis percussion.

The French team and Japan team spectators with different thoughts, their eyes on the field became more focused in an instant.

Inside the court.

The left end of the service line.

Molo took the serve played by the hand with his left hand.

"Boom boom boom!"

The tennis ball moves quickly over the court.

After crossing the net.

"The trajectory of tennis is changing!"

"It takes only one touch to complete the field layout. The player of the Japan team, he has too much control over the field!"

"Is this really something junior high school students can do?"

In the shocked eyes of reporters, sponsor representatives, and spies from various countries outside the barbed wire

"Shoo!"

The trajectory of the tennis ball began to change.

In the end, he landed only one step from the center of the backcourt.

After an instant.

Racquet stretched out.

The arms waved.

The hand house wrapped in white air currents.

He continued to blast the tennis ball towards the right side of the court in a standard and simple posture.

Soon, the tennis ball fell to the edge of the backcourt.

The footsteps move horizontally.

The right arm is pressed down, and the racquet is pressed down at the same time.

The sound of brushing.

The tennis ball was picked up by Barthes in chop.

However, although the strength of the tennis shot by the chip was very small, it was eventually sucked into the backcourt which was only one step away from the player.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The impact is loud.

Standing in the front court, Yukimura and his house surrounded by white air currents.

Both hands have a strong ability to handle the ball. In the process of receiving the ball, racquet often makes the two hands switch between Barthes and Molo.

The two (aide) groups of doubles ushered in a stalemate.

After nearly two minutes.

The rightmost edge of the backcourt.

Moro tried his best to move forward with all his strength.

In the process of moving.

"The hand of the Japan team, his control of the field and the rhythm is really strong. Although I and Senior Barthes are fully defensive, but during the game, seniors and I will fall into the disadvantage from time to time."

"But this ball is the thirty-second ball!"

"This time, Shoujia's will definitely not be as successful as last time!'

Moro's thoughts flashed.

Soon, Molo crossed the service line and entered the court.

at the same time.

The thumping sound.

The tennis ball falls beside the sideline in the center of the net and the service line.

Right-handed to shoot.

The arm stretched forward as hard as possible.

The racket faces the net.

Just when Molo planned to smash the tennis ball along the right sideline.

Blue hair.

The calm expression, delicate face, almost perfect posture, and always give people a strong threat of temperament.

Yukimura's figure appeared in Moro's mind.

"Intercept before the net?

Moro looked up instinctively, and then, surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Yukimura, he is moving quickly to the right, and he is not too far from the right sideline.

Wrist turning.

The racquet racket is tilted.

Moro's instant choice changed the way he hits the ball.

After a few seconds.

"I made a mistake"

In Moro's surprised and disappointed eyes.

"The other party's notice was successful!"

"Molo would actually make a mistake at the last minute, and actually ended up with thirty-two goals on the ground. Is it our failure to end?"

In the voice of the French team members.

"Sure enough, Shoujia's hunch will not fail!"

"Hands, he and Yukimura scored another goal. Even if Yukimura only completed one net and one lateral move in this ball, the combination of Tezuka and Yukimura can still win the opponent.

In the cheers of the Japanese players.

"The hand player scored.

"The score is 30:0.

"Team Japan leads!"

The referee's voice rang from the side of the court.

Inside the court.

In front of the net on the side of the French team, a tennis ball is quietly stopping.

Timothy, Morrow.

Although his final tennis shot avoided Yukimura's position, it was also intercepted by the tennis ball and failed to complete the net.

After nearly half a minute.

Behind the baseline.

The slender legs are slightly curved.

Holding racquet in his right hand.

Bart, who was preparing to serve, frowned slightly, and at the same time looked up at Tezuka.

The other side of the court.

"This ball, twenty-four goals are over!"

Shoujia is giving out a victory announcement.

Nearly ten seconds later.

"The number of predicted balls is getting fewer and fewer. This trend absolutely cannot continue."

"Before the knockout rounds, both the group stage and the warm-up match are a game-deciding system. In today's game, the opponent has a field where it is almost impossible for the other party to do their homework. Before the field collapses, it is almost impossible for Molo and I to win. Any next game."

"If the number of stalemate rounds is not enough to effectively consume the opponent, even if Moro and I are fully defensive, it is almost impossible to exhaust the opponent's physical strength.

"The goal received must not make the opponent's prediction succeed, let alone fail within 24 goals!"

Barthes looked back in thought.

The tennis ball is thrown.

Racquet waved decisively.

Under Barthes' solemn and firm gaze.

Loud bang.

The tennis ball broke away from Barthes's racquet.

At the same moment.

The other side of the net.

The hand quickly moved towards the point of the tennis ball trajectory.

Yukimura, he chooses to go online like two balls.

It didn't take long.

In his hand, he took the tennis ball under the shroud of light.

One and a half minutes later.

In the eyes of everyone inside and outside the court.

The tennis ball moved forward to the right from Morro's racquet, who was standing on the left side of the front court. Soon the tennis ball passed the net and then continued to move to the right, finally hitting the wire net on the right side of the court.

After the tennis ball fell from the barbed wire.

"The hand player scored.

"The score is 40:0.

"Team Japan leads!"

The referee on the sidelines announced the score.

Outside the barbed wire around the court.

"The French team, ranked big 4, has lost consecutive games, unexpectedly!"

"The Japan team has the absolute upper hand!"

"The hand of the Japan team, he is very strong. He actually suppressed the two players of the French team with his own strength. As a junior high school student with such a strong strength, he has a high probability of entering the professional tennis world in the future. Eligibility is recommended to the club as a potential seed."

The discussion sounded quickly.

The rest area where the French team players are located.

"Molo made a mistake again, this time he played the tennis off the court!"

"Team Japan, they have scored three goals in a row, they have already got the match point of this game, and the time for each ball is shortening!"

The discussion sounded quickly.

Directly in front of the French team members.

"Molo, he made two mistakes because he wanted to avoid that Yukimura.

"From the two goals just now, although the player named Yukimura has not touched the ball, Moro has such a strong fear of him that he chose to change the course at the last minute.

Camus spoke.

"However, judging from the posture, Yukimura of the Japan team, he made a perfect posture.

"This posture serves the purpose

Camus looked at the court.

When the discussion sounded and Camus was looking at the court.

The left side of the frontcourt.

Barthes, his gaze scanned Molo and Yukimura back and forth.

It didn't take long.

The inside of the backcourt.

"Molo, you are still too much for the player named Yukimura."

"The Yukimura of the Japan team, although he stands in front of the net, always makes a threatening posture, and has a very good running position at the end of the first two goals, but so far, the players of the Japan team have only hands. Home. Seiichi Yukimura, he has never received the ball."

Barthes looked at Molo seriously.

"Remember, our main target is the handicraft, don't pay too much attention to Yukimura."

"Besides, your teammate is me. Even if Yukimura really launches an attack in the frontcourt, I can defend his attack!"

Barthes continued.

Ten seconds later.

One side of the backcourt.

"I really don't need to care about Yukimura anymore."

"Yukimura's posture is indeed perfect, but his opponents are me and Senior Barr. The defense between me and Senior cannot be broken by a sudden attack!"

Moro murmured in his heart.

He is suggesting that he chooses not to take the threat from Yukimura too seriously.

suddenly.

Moro standing in the backcourt.

Bart, who is already standing behind the baseline, is responsible for all servings in this game.

His two eyes moved at the same time, and then invariably the probe looked at the other side of the net, at the hand that was shrouded in white light.

Rest areas on both sides of the court.

Players of the Japan team and the French team.

"The number of balls in the preview has changed drastically. It seems that Senior Tezuka is in full control of the game!"

"As expected, the player who can't accurately predict with the data, the hand, the number of balls he predicted this time is less than I thought, and it is a lot less!"

"Such fewer balls!""

"The arrogant two goals just now, if it weren't because of Moro's mistakes at the last minute, the game would not have been the result of the present. Now he has made even more excessive predictions. Does the guy from the Japan team really think that Senior Bart and Mo Can Luo's defense be easily destroyed?

"Does he think he can win Barthes and Molo just by accepting serve?"

Although they were in different moods, their eyes quickly focused on the hands that were enveloped by the white air currents.

"This ball is over, two goals are over!

The voice of the hand's house was ringing clearly in the field.

End the game with two goals!

The player has a hunch again, and the number of balls announced is far less than the previous 32 and 24 balls.

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