Tennis: Start with unlimited physical strength

Chapter 37

Saeki shook his head: "Okay, I'll take a rest first, remind you, you probably said too much just now, and you may not have beaten him." "

Tracebe glanced at Saeki and didn't speak.

But the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, as if he had never heard anyone question his strength and was speechless.

Before he could speak, Saeki threw a tennis ball to him.

"Good luck. "

Seeing that the trace was also silent and could no longer respond with those angry and arrogant words, Saeki felt that he had won a game.

Fuji smiled: "Okay, I'll be your referee." "

He and Saeki stood on the side, and at this time, Oishi and Eiji seemed to be the first time they had seen such an imposing confrontation, and Kibe and Kamisato River had completely entered the state.

Oishi: "I feel like they're going to be very good players, which school are they?" "

Eiji: "I don't know, but let's watch the game first, I feel that the atmosphere between them is so bad." "

Truly.

Jibe and Kamisato River look at each other now, as if they were going for the purpose of sealing each other, and those eyes were full of unfriendliness.

He doesn't know Kamisatogawa, but his momentum on the court has always been a bit "domineering", and he has already felt the breath of a strong man, so his attitude is naturally different.

"Positive. "

With the racket falling in the middle of the hand.

Choosing the positive track got the first tee.

Kamisato River stood on the bottom line, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"This classmate, you seem to be in a bad mood. "

He could see that there seemed to be something in his mind.

Almost all of his usual traces are full of energy, and he treats tennis and the tennis club he leads with enthusiasm as if he has played chicken blood.

It's rare to see him go out alone and watch a game on a somewhat shabby street court.

It will not be like now, with a calm face.

He also hadn't heard of the Ice Emperor's defeat in the regional competition.

I don't know what happened to this uncle.

Jibu snorted: "Then you have to pray and pray, Uncle Ben, who is in a bad mood, can show mercy to his subordinates, watch the ball!".

A crisp hitting sound sounded, and under the street lamp, a yellow light could be seen in mid-air, quickly heading towards the Kamisato River.

Oishi and Eiji were amazed: "What a speed." "

Tonight's match with Fuji and Saeki was just a casual match, but it had already given them a big shock, and now the speed of the trace was very fast, which gave them a small surprise.

"It seems that tonight, we have all met masters. "

In their eyes, tennis is very fast, but here in Kamisatogawa, it is too slow and too slow.

"Bang!".

The moment the tennis ball bounced on the ground, it was swung by Kamisatogawa, who had already appeared at the landing point, and easily shot back.

Not to be outdone, the trace also returned a beautiful topspin ball.

Both of them, with tentative purposes, bombarded each other a few times on the bottom line.

The footsteps of the traces are very flexible, and the most remarkable thing about the gods is the ability to observe the traces.

He will be able to detect where his tennis weaknesses will be when he swings the racket, and he can anticipate them and respond accordingly.

In terms of responsiveness, it is not inferior to Tezuka, and even more careful.

Because

"What do you mean by deliberately hitting back with a flaw?"

The traces were found.

He found that when Kamisato Chuan was fighting back, he deliberately left a hole in the corner of the racket, and constantly hit a high ball that was conducive to his style of play, which seemed to be fast, but as long as he intercepted the counterattack in mid-air, he could even make the opponent unable to react, and he had already scored on the baseline.

This flaw, he knew that it was deliberately caused by Kamisagawa.

The breath of a strong man, he will not make a mistake.

Such a strong person will never make such a mistake.

Kamisato Chuan ran around the field and easily hit a ball back, hitting it directly at the foot of the trace, and did not continue to hang the high ball.

The trace has a cold face, and the half-volley is very beautiful.

The tennis ball returned to Kamisato with a hint of anger.

It was clear that Kamisato River was obedient.

He no longer played flawed balls, but left Traces speechless.

Kamisato thought to himself just to see if this guy would play one of his stunts and move towards a shattered waltz.

But this guy didn't hit it for a long time.

But he can also easily fight back, whether he is overestimated or underestimated.

"Well, then, let the temptation end here. "

God's face changed, and he became very serious.

A smile erupted: "This is long overdue!"

Bang

The tennis ball kept bouncing back and forth on the rackets of the two.