Legendary tennis, starting from signing up to talent

"Duke is the No. 3 of the U-17 training camp of Neon."

"He is also one of the Genius 10."

"His tennis style used to be very gentle."

Watching Genichirō Sanada perform the Byodoin Phoenix with [Never Forget Wind], he raised a teasing smile at the corner of his mouth and spoke softly.

"Is this considered as hitting a rock with an egg?"

Tanishima Shuji couldn't help but ask softly.

After all, an opponent of Duke Watanabe's level can directly win the victory by slaughtering a junior high school student.

"Oh, oh~"

"Don't judge a book by its cover."

"I am quite optimistic about the little brother wearing a hat."

"Well, although it is hard to escape the fate of defeat, it will definitely not end so badly and hastily."

Compared to the timid look before, at this moment, Irie Kanata has returned to the normal posture that Shuji Tanedima knows.

Although there was a little cunning in his eyes, he had the temperament of a strong man.

At this moment.

On the court.

Duke Watanabe had already swung the racket in his hand.

Although the tennis ball was neither in front of him nor had it bounced directly to the ground.

However.

In the next moment.

Boom!

Bang!

Boom!

A series of sounds followed one after another.

The tennis ball that was originally floating randomly fell to the ground like a gust of wind, and then bounced slowly like a breeze that gradually subsided.

But even under this rhythm that could be called a fast and slow knife.

Duke Watanabe still accurately predicted the landing point of the tennis ball and the best time to swing the racket.

"Duke home run!"

A macho roar.

The racket in his hand was completely swung out.

In an instant.

The tennis ball on the racket surface seemed to be endowed with unimaginable terrifying kinetic energy.

The original ball shape became deformed.

Whoosh!

Then it rolled up a sharp blade-like air wave and shot towards the opposite side.

Its power was so great that it seemed to have the power to destroy the world.

And this was the true embodiment of Duke Watanabe, the so-called King of Destruction.

"So strong!"

Seeing this.

Sanada Genichirō became more serious.

He subconsciously tightened his grip on the racket.

Then he quickly sprinted towards the landing point of the tennis ball.

To be honest.

At this moment, his pressure was absolutely ridiculous.

First of all.

The skill of not forgetting the wind is different from all the previous skills.

It is no longer in a violent and explosive state, but a light and changeable state like the wind.

Of course, no skill is perfect.

If there is an incredible side, there will be a way to crack it.

No doubt.

The weakness of this move is to observe the opponent, not the tennis ball.

The more you focus on the tennis ball, the more difficult it is to predict where the tennis ball will actually land.

However.

This move is not just a simple skill tennis.

Tap tap...

Swish~!

Zila zila...

Waves of lightning became more and more intense as Genichirō Sanada rushed forward.

It was as if the entire court was caught in a thunderstorm.

At first glance.

This court seemed to have gradually appeared countless trees.

And there were also sounds of wind blowing through the grass and trees.

Accompanied by the crackling sound of lightning.

A sense of antiquity arises.

And between the thunder forest.

A figure suddenly appeared in the center.

At the same time.

Duke Watanabe's Duke home run also rushed over.

Wherever he passed, thunder forests flew across.

"Hu..."

"Move like thunder, slow like a forest."

"Thunderstorm--Thunderstorm!"

While holding the racket with both hands, Genichirō Sanada roared at the top of his lungs and swung the racket with all his strength.

Bang!

After a dull crash sounded.

The violent shock wave turned into a circle of invisible ripples and spread in all directions.

Then.

The thunder forest collapsed, and the dust flew like a wall.

It was like a doomsday scene.

And Genichirō Sanada, who was in the center, was constantly pushed back by the ball.

The whole person's face was hideous, and veins bulged.

Crack!

The next moment.

A clear and audible sound suddenly rang out.

When I looked again.

Swish, swish, swish.......

Clang!

Boom, boom, boom......

Snap!

The racket in Sanada Genichirō's hand broke into two pieces.

One piece flew and fell behind him.

The same happened to the baseball cap he was wearing.The most important thing is.

The broken racket scratched his cheek directly.

Blood was constantly flowing from the wound and then dripping onto the ground.

"Sanada!"

"Are you okay?"

"..."

In an instant.

The faces of the people in Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School became serious.

They wanted to go up and check on Genichirō Sanada, but they also considered that they were still in the game.

For a moment, they were anxious, but they were hesitant.

You know, that was Genichirō Sanada, who was called the emperor, but now he was injured.

"Calm down."

"Nothing was hurt."

At this time.

Kitagawa, with a calm expression, spoke to the people around him in a deep voice.

To be honest.

In fact, Kitagawa didn't really want Genichirō Sanada and the others to face opponents of Duke Watanabe's level too early.

After all, the age gap was originally an unsolvable problem.

If you practice for three more years, as long as you are not an idiot, you will definitely have more experience and strength than those who practice for three less years.

This situation applies to most people.

Even if you are a genius, the lack of three years is still the golden growth period.

It will also be greatly affected.

For example, Kunimitsu Tezuka.

If that time had not been wasted, it is possible that the other party could have achieved more dazzling results.

As for why Kitagawa finally chose to let a few people around him face Duke Watanabe and others.

The main reason is to make them guard against arrogance and impatience.

You know.

The eternal truth - if God wants to kill someone, he must first make him crazy.

"Sanada..."

The eyes of Yukimura Seiichi beside Kitagawa reflected the gradually dispersing dust of Sanada Genichirō.

A touch of worry filled his face.

"I... I'm fine."

The next moment.

Sanada Genichirō on the court wiped the blood off his cheek with one hand.

Then he spoke to everyone at Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School with a serious expression.

After he took another racket.

He shouted loudly to Duke Watanabe.

"Come again!"

After the voice fell.

"There are also strong and weak players at the national level."

"For me."

"You——"

"Too weak!"

Although he was surprised that Genichirō Sanada could resist for a while.

But in Duke Watanabe's opinion, the possibility of the opponent defeating him was almost zero.

"How can you know if you don't try?"

However, Genichirō Sanada did not intend to retreat at all.