Bang.

The sound of a resounding shot was heard both inside and outside the court.

Unsurprisingly, Hiiragi Hakura used a powerful smash ball to end the second game.

"Hey. "

"This Oriental junior high school student is not simple. "

"Unexpectedly, Delacroix would be suppressed by people younger than him, and he was powerless. "

......

In the camp of the French U-17 representatives, exclamations came and went.

Byodoin Phoenix, Irie Sota They can see the excellence of the night of Bo Li, how can everyone in the French U-17 team not see it?

They are all veteran tennis players, and they deeply understand how terrifying Hiiragi's talent is.

If the teenager focuses on tennis in the future, his future is limitless.

.....

In the field.

The game will not stop because of the feelings of outsiders.

After a short break, the third game between Hiiragi and Delacroix arrived.

In this game, Hiiragi Hakuri served at night.

Bang.

A crisp shot announced the start of the game.

Bang.

Bang.

I

know that if I delay time, I will definitely lose.

So, after just two balls, Delacroix played the art tennis.

Bang.

A cheetah pounced at lightning speed.

"Leopard?".

Not surprisingly, Hiiragi Hakuri appeared at the point of impact again.

Bang.

To

put it mildly, Delacroix's offensive was defused invisibly.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Due to Delacroix's attack being blocked, Hiiragi Hakuri did not use his strong ball skills.

So over time, the game fell into a tug-of-war.

With the Precursor Phantom, Hiiragi easily controlled the pace of the game in her own hands.

Gradually, Delacroix began to be overwhelmed.

In order to save the decline, Delacroix played his artistic tennis with all his might, and staged a feast of art.

Leopards, elephants, sharks, triumphal arches, tornadoes, ......

In complete contrast to the fancy, the style of Hiiragi highlights an unpretentious one.

He relied entirely on his own foundation to resist Delacroix's ever-changing offensive.

It stands to reason that the dominant side should be Delacroix.

However, the opposite is true.

15-0。

30-0。

40-0。

3-0。

4-0。

5-0。

The score soared.

Delacroix, the genius of the French U-17 team, is at an absolute disadvantage.

He is facing a situation where he does not have the slightest hope of winning.

Bang.

40-0。

Hiiragi turned around and walked back to the position of receiving the serve.

The game came to the end of the game.

He was just one goal away from winning this game.

After this match, Hiiragi Hakura believes that both the French U-17 team and the Neon U-17 team will remember him firmly.

“......"

Delacroix was sweating profusely, and his body was visibly trembling.

The tennis ball was in his hand, but he didn't serve.

Defeated.

Even getting a goal is an extravagant hope.

For the first time in his life, Delacroix developed a fear of a person.

In terms of foundation, Hiiragi Hakuri is not much stronger than him.

But his ability to seem like an unpredictable prophet was terrifying.

Playing against Hiiragi Hakurei at night, it feels like a bird trapped in a cage.

Freedom is in sight, but it will never be obtained.

Bang.

With the instinct cultivated over many years of playing tennis, Delacroix played tennis.

The tennis ball goes over the net, hits the ground, and then bounces.

This goal, although there were no mistakes.

But the speed, power, angle, etc., are far inferior to his serve in the first few games.

Even people who don't know how to play tennis can see it.

At this moment, Delacroix's mentality has a serious problem.

"It's time for this game to end. "

What Delacroix's mentality is, it has nothing to do with Bori Hiiragi, he will not show mercy.

If Delacroix never recovered, it would only prove that he was nothing more.

There has never been a shortage of genius in the world of tennis.

There are

very few geniuses who can overcome many difficulties and become truly strong.

Bang.

The crisp sound of hitting the ball signaled that the game had come to an end.

6-0。

Delacroix lost, defeated.

"Goodbye. "

Hiiragi put away her tennis racket and walked slowly towards the outside of the court.

Unlike Delacroix, although he also sweated a lot, his demeanor and demeanor all revealed two words.

Relaxed.

It's clear that Hiiragi still has some energy left over.

......

Off-site.

"Coach Mifune?".

Irie Kantata's gaze turned to Mifune's approach.

Thinking about Hakuri Hiiragi's previous words, he was a little embarrassed.

I have to admit that Bo Li Hiiragi does have proud capital.

Hiiragi turned down the Neon U-17 training camp invitation not out of hubris.

His confidence comes from his talent and strength.

Such talents must not be let go.

Otherwise, what the Neon U-17 team will lose is the pillar of the future, or even the NO.1.

“......"

The eyes of Byodoin Phoenix, Onijujiro and others were also focused on Mifune's body.

They were waiting, waiting for the three ships to enter the road to make a statement.

"Your task is to win tomorrow's game. "

Glancing at the team members beside him, Mifune said lightly.

"You don't have to worry about that kid, I'll take care of it. "

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