First Minister of Prince of Tennis

Chapter 347 Single homophony

“Hey, did Huadi withdraw from the training camp like this?” Taocheng said with some regret. It was obviously to protect Atobe. U17 did not show any affection, and the punishment was so cruel.

Atobe put down and racquet walked past the birch, his face didn’t hold any color, but…has disgust.

“What a shame! Go away, Huadi!”

“Yes!”

Looking at Huadi, who is obedient to Atobe, even Atobe just does it without mercy. Chiba is very disgusted with this kind of slave relationship. Maybe Atobe’s arrogant personality is ~ with Huadi. A pampering.

But there were still people in the stands who couldn’t see it, and Atobe’s reputation suddenly plummeted at this moment.

“If you are having a good time and suddenly someone breaks in to interrupt your match-, are you happy?”

Still an unrelenting arrogance, even if it is an explanation, I have to stick to my point of view to the end.

“Nioh, can you still hold it?”

spray!

Nioh’s figure gradually changed back to himself, and suddenly his figure flickered: “It’s too early to give up at this time…it’s too early!”

Echizen Ryoma!

The stand Ryoma looked at himself on the court with a strange feeling in his heart. That unruly smile appeared on his face, which was pretty cool, but this tugging face was really unflattering.

After Nioh changed into Ryoma, he changed the racquet in his hand to the right hand, but there are many Seigaku generals who are familiar with Ryoma!

“Is this to use Echizen’s external spin serve?”

Fuji put away his usual black smile, and his ice-blue pupils looked directly at Echizen on the court.

“Cut, it’s far from it. My external spin serve is so easy to learn.”

As soon as the voice fell, Nioh’s left hand lifted the knife and fell, and a highly spinning ball had already flown upside down.

External rotation serve!

“What a fierce serve.” Yuezhi Yueguang took his long stride and ran to the side of the ball. Said, “But it’s not impossible to fight back.”

Puff!

Nioh!

Atobe watched a yellow light fly by from the right, which belonged to the defending area of ​​Echizen, Nioh, and turned to look at Nioh’s response.

Bang!

“0 to 15!”

Nioh was paralyzed on the ground, and the racquet in his hands fell off his side, and he lost the strength to support himself to stand up! Atobe looked at Echizen thoughtfully, even the strong mental power could not bring a physical strength An overdrawn body.

Woolen cloth!

“0 to 30!”

“The first army won this game, 6 to 0. Now the total score is 1 to 1, entering the final set.”

Huhu.

Atobe gasped, even if he was fighting alone, he tried his best to fight one enemy two, causing a huge loss of physical strength. Atobe, whose state was declining, was even more difficult to deal with.

On the other hand, the more I know Moonlight and Mōri Juzaburō are calm and relaxed. Without the pressure brought by Nioh defender, they only need normal output to make Atobe unstoppable.

“If this continues, the end of the first game for junior high school students will be defeat.

“No matter how hard Atobe Keigo goes, he won his serve game at most.”

Bang!

“1 to 0, the first army won this game!”

U17 monitoring room.

“Atobe Keigo… I didn’t expect his spirit to be so strong at the beginning, maybe he can adjust his mental strength to a higher level.”

Yukio Kurobe’s rare admiration, this junior high school student gave him so many surprises, it is really not easy for him to find someone outstanding.

“Wait…Kurobe, look at the court.”

Saitō Itaru suddenly yelled, making Kurobe’s nerves tensed suddenly, and slowly shifted his gaze to the field.

“It’s just to increase the mental power… it’s still not perfect.”

A white light appeared on Atobe’s body, which seemed to be connected to Nioh who was resting on the ground.

“He was able to establish a’homology’ with people who have lost their combat effectiveness.”

Bang!

It was another angled tennis ball, hitting a place where neither of them could twist their joints. Maori could only watch the tennis ball pass by his side, but his body contradicted himself.

“5 to 4! The second army won this game!”

The referee looked at the tenacious Atobe, his mind was completely drowsy, and the score reporting voice was obviously a few degrees higher, which controlled the atmosphere of the scene very well.

“No, Maori. It’s that guy, although he is lying beside the net, he has been observing all our actions!

…Please ask for flowers………

Puff!

“5 to 5! The second army won this round!”

Bang!

“6 to 5! The first army won this round!”

As long as the next round is won, the first army will hold its seat.

….

“Tiebreak tiebreaker!”

“40 to 40!” The last goal!

“Atobe, Atobe~!”

“Hyotei, Hyotei, Hyotei.”

Even in U17 Hyotei and Atobe, the enthusiasm was not diminished, and the cheers of the audience were all driven.

“Indulge in the wonderful skills of this uncle!”

Atobe kicked his legs and jumped high.

The world of ice! The opponent’s weaknesses are all exposed in his eyes.

Kingdom of Atobe!

The opponent’s joints were all clearly seen by Atobe.

“It’s here, give me this point!”

dawn!

The tennis ball instantly turned into a stream of light and flew to a blind spot that neither of them could reach.

“Next, it’s up to you, Moonlight!”

Click!

The sound of joint dislocation sounded crisply on the court, and Atobe suddenly fell into a panic, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Maori directly dislocated the joint and resisted the pain of the dislocation. He dragged Racquet with his arm to hit the ball back. But because of his lack of power, he got stuck on the net.

After a few seconds, the ball rolled to the second army, and Atobe was still far away from the Internet. When even the reaction came and rushed to the front of the net.

Snapped!

The crisp racquet hitting the ball, although the sound is faint, is the most critical sound in the match.

“This is… doubles…”

“The match is over…The Second Army wins!”

7-6, 0-6, 7-6, Atobe and Nioh team won, and the set score was 2 to 1!

“This U17 badge should belong to you!”

Mōri Juzaburō and Koshichi Yueguang were convinced that they lost, and they took off all the badges on their chests and handed them to Atobe.

Next, let me see Yinhua’s style!