Prince of Tennis: Advent of Hyotei!

Soon, both sides returned to the court.

The fourth game begins.

Jiro's serve is very ordinary, but the speed is not slow.

"boom!"

This ball landed deeper, but at a very straight angle.

Qianshi seemed a little dazed when facing the incoming ball. The moment he raised his hand to swung the racket, he missed the best opportunity.

The hitting point was extremely bad, and he hit a high ball that was a mistake.

Seeing the opportunity coming, Jilang naturally would not let it go.

He quickly walked to the net and made an easy spike.

"Boom!"

"15-0!"

The referee's voice echoed on the court again.

Everyone could see that Qianshi was not in a good condition.

His attention seemed to be a little lacking.

This is obviously a case of a bad mental state after suffering a blow.

"senior……"

Tan Taiyi, who was standing on the sidelines, saw this scene and felt a little worried.

After all, Chishiro, who we see on weekdays, is the most active player in the team.

He is completely different from the Qianshi on the court at this moment.

I also realized that perhaps Qianshi was feeling unimaginable pressure in his heart right now.

Seeing this, Oshitari said calmly: "It seems that the opponent has lost the will to fight."

Ye Shifeng was a little surprised about this.

"I didn't expect that Sengoku would get into trouble so soon?"

"Or did I overestimate him now?"

"If that's all it is, it would be disappointing."

The reason why Jiro was allowed to play in this game.

I also hope to have a good opponent to test the results of Jiro's training.

But at the moment, the opponent Qianshi is still a little lacking in skills.

As the competition progressed, Jiro became more adept.

After losing his rhythm, Sengoku consumed much more energy than Jiro.

The feeling of fatigue has become more and more obvious.

Sweat kept dripping and even flowed into his eyes, making his vision a little blurry.

In the stadium stands.

Everyone in Qingxue couldn't help but sigh at the current situation of the game.

Fuji pinched his chin and nodded slightly: "Looking at this, there shouldn't be any accidents."

Haitang frowned: "Ice Emperor's strength has increased so much."

Daishi nodded: "It seems that the biggest opponent in this year's tournament is still Hyotei."

Eiji: "As expected, they are the top seed team in the Tokyo area."

On the court at this moment.

Qianshi's steps seemed to become heavier.

Even his breathing became heavier, and his hand movements seemed hesitant.

"Huh...huh..."

"This guy made me get into this predicament with such ease."

"Has Ice Emperor's strength reached this point?"

Qianshi was panting, staring ahead with blurry eyes, feeling trapped inside.

I can't believe that the gap between Yamabuki and Hyotei is so huge.

"boom!"

"4-0!"

Another ball fell, and Jiro won another game.

Qianshi said nothing, walked back to the baseline and prepared to serve.

"boom."

The speed of this ball was not bad, but it was also very ordinary.

The moment Jilang received the ball, he even frowned, looking a little indifferent.

The two sides fought back and forth for a few shots, and Jiro launched an attack at the net and quickly scored points.

"0-15"

"0-30"

"0-40"

After scoring three goals in a row, Jiro let out a long breath, put the racket on his shoulder, and pouted.

With a somewhat dissatisfied tone, he said to Qianshi: "Although Minister Feng wants me to finish quickly."

"But I don't want to win against a weakling."

"Besides, you don't seem to be very lucky?╮( ??w?? )╭"

Sengoku Kiyomizu: “?????”

"What the hell are you talking about... I'm Lucky Sengoku!"

In an instant, Qianshi's eyes cleared a lot.

It seemed that Jiro's words had aroused his fighting spirit again.

Atobe: “╮(￣⊿￣)╭Heh…! When did Jiro become so good at talking?”

Ye Shifeng: "∠(? 」∠)_I taught well."

Atobe: "Oh, you're really brave."

On the field at this time.

Jiro also felt the change in Qianshi's aura.

It is obvious that Qianshi's mentality has completely recovered this time.

Return to the baseline to serve again.

This time, the ball was thrown higher.

The height of the jump surprised everyone present.

"Let me show you a real tiger cannon!"

"boom!!"

Accompanied by the moment when all the strength of the body is poured forward.

The tennis ball is squeezed and deformed by the racket and hit downward at the highest point.

Like a cannonball, it headed straight for the center line of Jiro's half.

The moment it landed, it bounced up at a faster speed with tremendous power.

Jiro was even stunned for a moment, and when he reacted, it was already a little too late.

He failed to receive the ball with the best posture and was forced to release a high lob.

However, Qianshi at this moment seemed to have predicted this and quickly came to the net.

"Well, let's start with this goal!"

He was seen jumping up with one foot, and stretching his right hand holding the racket backwards as far as possible.

Then, when the ball appeared right above his head, he suddenly slammed it downwards!

"Boom!!"

A powerful smash ended the round.

"That's, my vertical smash?"

On the sidelines, Momoshiro of Qingxue was stunned when he saw this scene.

This move is so similar to his special move.

But when Qianshi uses it, it is in another state, and the instantaneous sense of explosion is even stronger!

"Oh! This is getting interesting!"

Jiro, on the other hand, showed an excited expression.

It seems like the competition has only just begun.

But in the following games, as Qianshi's condition improved, he began to catch up step by step.

In the fifth game, Tiger Cannon was fully utilized in the serving game, and the score came to 1-4.

In the sixth game, Jiro's serve, he restrained his playful mentality.

Contrary to his usual behavior, he started into serious mode.

"Although, you do have some strength."

"But unfortunately, you know nothing about our Ice Emperor's strength."

As he spoke, Jilang's aura suddenly changed.

He was more mature than he should be.

"Why do I feel like this guy has become different."

"An illusion?"

Qianshi frowned slightly, sensing something was wrong.

"boom!!"

This shot is a normal topspin serve.

When he saw the incoming ball, Qianshi put aside his doubts for the time being.

This level of serving is no different from before.

However, the next moment, when he swung the racket, he saw Jiro appear right in front of the ball.

"Sorry, I got it."

"Boom!"

A backhand pull-up, a straight attack.

It was flying almost close to the sideline, and Qianshi couldn't catch up and could only watch as he lost points.

"15-0!"

"30-0!"

"..."

"5-1!"

Jiro easily scored the next few goals with his extraordinary reaction and terrifyingly accurate ball path.

Even though Qianshi tried his best to catch up, he still got nothing.

"How could this happen? All of a sudden, it seems like all of his stats have doubled?"

"No, why can he make such an accurate judgment?"

Just when Qianshi was extremely confused.

But suddenly, I felt that there was a faint breath emanating from Jilang's body.

"This is?"

Everyone present was shocked.

"The breath of no self."

"However, Jilang has only made the initial entry and has not yet been truly opened."

Ye Shifeng gave the answer.

"Is this the trick you taught him?"

"Lead him to this level."

Atobe, standing aside, gave him a grateful look.

After all, Jilang has always been someone he values ​​very much.

At this time, with Jiro's continuous outbursts, even if Qianshi had regained his fighting spirit, it was too late.

Finally, the game is over.

"Hyotei, Jiro Akutagawa wins!"

"6-1!"