Shūji Tanegashima in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 19 : The final pressure line

Huh!

Matsudaira Chikahiko’s movements are all stepped on key points, and his play is similar to data tennis.

But it’s more like relying on instinct, abiding by the mechanical instinct of a robot.

boom!

He swings a racquet, and the tennis ball presses the line precisely.

Whoosh!

Irie just leaned out, but saw the tennis ball flying out with the momentum it had before.

“Huh…huh…”

Irie’s chest kept rising and falling.

On the opposite side, Matsudaira Chikahiko also has a lot of sweat on his face, but he is undoubtedly better than Irie.

“40-15!”

“Match point!”

hiss!

Everyone gasped and looked at Matsudaira Chikahiko, only shocked.

“What’s the ball?”

“Hundreds of balls, right? Every ball is accurately pressed.”

“Too strong, Irie is also very good, but the physical strength is not as good as this so-called machine player.”

It is true that Irie’s strength surprised them, but this Matsudaira Chikahiko is undoubtedly the closest to the national level.

Do not!

Maybe it’s already a bit.

Looking at Matsudaira Chikahiko’s calm face again, they were even more sure of this idea.

The robot-like style of play, and the heart that will never be mechanical.

There is no doubt that at this moment, he is the closest to the existence of the national level.

“Outside.”

Dad in Rokkaku, his squinted eyes opened a gap.

Behind him, a few people and members at the right end couldn’t help but be overjoyed.

Can win!

This time, they can win!

Okayama Oku is all worried. Although Irie’s performance is excellent, but the other party is not a waiter.

It is Tanegashima Shūji who can keep calm.

A ghost is counted, but his heart has a hint of heaviness.

“Irie…”

He still believes in the other person in his heart, otherwise, Shūji will miss it.

“Don’t worry, ghost.”

At this time, Shūji seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

“Shūji, you…”

The ghost opened his mouth, and the words came to his lips, but stopped.

“I see.”

He took a deep breath and looked at the court again.

At this moment, with expectations of Irie.

“No flaws…”

Irie was panting, looking at each other very solemnly, her heart sinking.

What he meant was that there was no flaw, it was the other party’s heart, as if it were perfectly perfect, it was difficult to break.

“But…you should have reached your limit.”

A gleam of wisdom flashed in Irie’s eyes.

“ended.”

On the opposite side, Matsudaira Chikahiko said in his heart that hundreds of balls accurately pressed the line, which is also a great burden on his mental power.

Mental power is related to will, concentration, etc.

Moreover, he is not a real robot. It is impossible to press every ball accurately. He has developed such a style of play. Once he can’t concentrate, the trajectory of the tennis ball will deviate a lot, or even out.

Matsudaira Chikahiko also knows that the opponent’s strength can only be suppressed by hitting the baseline and the bottom corner. When the time comes out, he will lose.

Therefore, this ball must be won.

“Probably 9 more balls…”

He estimated an approximate.

“Eight balls!”

And he would never have thought that Irie had accurately calculated his limit.

No, to be precise… not a calculation.

Tanegashima Shūji raised his brows, and he always felt that there was a faint fluctuation in Irie.

call!

Without knowing it, Matsudaira Chikahiko tossed the tennis ball, and his right hand slammed it down.

boom!

It was another ball, hitting precisely above the white line.

Step on! !

But Irie started instantly, just like a cheetah.

Everyone was surprised.

This Okayama Oku player, is there such a fast speed at this juncture?

“One ball…”

Irie hit the ball back.

tread!

On the opposite side, Matsudaira Chikahiko raised his hand and hit a high-speed chop.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball broke through the wind boundary and landed on the white line on the right edge.

Everyone changed color in amazement.

But he found a figure, and then chased it up like a panther.

It’s Irie!

“The speed of this guy is too fast…”

Matsudaira smacked secretly.

At the right end, Du Ren sneered, the former bluntly said: “It’s just a use of explosive power… doing this will only die faster!”

“But… it’s also a last stand!”

At the right end, I glanced at Irie, who was breathing disorder, and it was clear that the other party was fighting to the death.

This is the match point of Matsudaira Chikahiko.

Irie can only fight.

The sound at the right end is loud.

Okayama’s people could think of this too, and couldn’t help clenching their fists.

Boy Date and Banli also yelled: “Come on!”

“Lastly?”

Shūji glanced at the right end, the other’s face, with a sneer, and confidence in mastering everything.

“Is that really the case?” He felt amused in his heart.

On the court, Irie was like a poisonous snake, entwining Matsudaira Chikahiko tightly.

“What a difficult player…”

A strange color flashed in Matsudaira Chikahiko’s eyes.

However, he can still play three goals.

boom!

He jumped, the tennis dunked, and hit the baseline directly.

Huh!

But at this moment, Irie seemed to have expected it, and appeared on the right side of the baseline one step ahead of time. His face was flustered, but his heart was sneered.

“what?”

Matsudaira Chikahiko was shocked.

Irie spread her left hand, but sneered in her heart.

This robot really likes to smash to the right at that position, as if someone had entered a program instruction.

boom!

The moment his thoughts condensed, he swung a pat.

Boom!

Tennis hits the baseline, and an astonishing sense of oppression swept over everyone’s hearts.

“3, 30-40!”

Everyone was shocked, this is… a reversal?

Referee was also surprised. He thought that the player in Rokkaku was going to win.

“good!”

The members of Okayama Oku were boiling.

Following this, the audience burst into thunderous cheers.

But gradually, a lot less.

“Irie…”

There was worry in the ghost’s whisper.

“Irie.”

A few people are being selected, and the pleasantly surprised face has just solidified.

The joy of the members also stopped, gradually turning into a less optimistic expression.

Irie held his knees with both hands, sweating.

On the other side, Matsudaira Chikahiko shook his head and said, “It seems that I won.”

The opponent hit back, but also exhausted his energy.

Huh!

Zhonghe tossed a tennis ball.

“not good!”

The Date man has a grim face.

“Will you kill you while you are sick?”

Shūji smiled in his heart, “But, did you think too much?”

boom!

The tennis ball landed on Irie’s side, still on the bottom corner.

And Irie seemed to lift up his steps feebly.

All Okayama Oku members bowed their heads bleakly.

Even the ghost bowed his head slightly.

“The person I approve will not lose the match.”

Shūji affirmed the way, but at this moment, everyone didn’t believe it.

Even ghosts are the same.

“ended.”

Some viewers shook their heads, “Yes…”

But before he finished speaking, his words stopped abruptly.

Huh!

Irie suddenly resembled Thunder, as if the power of his whole body burst instantly to the tennis side.

He held up the racquet and aimed at a fan!

boom!

The tennis ball suddenly shot out like a blazing cannonball.

“what?”

The ghost was the first one to be surprised, followed by Okayama Oku’s other official elections and members.

Everyone was shocked as a heavenly man.

The other party actually hit back?

Huh!

Matsudaira Chikahiko’s expression flashed with vigilance, and he took a step forward and stretched it out with an arm that was much longer than the average hand.

“Outside!”

Everyone in Rokkaku who was shocked just now beamed.

Only the old man sighed.

“Yes, take out your last ball and knock down their momentum!!”

The right end shouted.

“Fortunately, be wary of him.”

Matsudaira Chikahiko was shocked, and quickly waved the racquet to intercept the tennis ball.

Huh!

His eyes were fierce, staring like a copper bell, like a sniper rifle opening a mirror, aiming at the baseline accurately.

With his current concentration, he can still hit the line with one goal.

So, let’s end this match.

He used his arm to hit the ball directly.

And Irie hunched back, propped on his knees, and seemed to have really run out of strength.

But the corner of his mouth flashed a little arc.

Boom!

Tennis hits the baseline behind him.

“Oh oh oh!!!”

The members of Rokkaku boiled.

“Out! out!”

“40-40!”

Nani?

They were instantly grabbed by their necks, and their complexions solidified. *