Tennis: A Rough Start Byodoin Hoo
Chapter 35 The Eighth Revolution Of Fengshen
Oshitari shuddered and stared at Atobe, waiting for his next words.
"Didn't you find anything unusual? The speed of the tennis ball is directly proportional to the power of the tennis ball."
"A tennis ball with such a fast speed must not be much less powerful."
Atobe's little mention made Oshitari immediately understand the abnormality.
"Yes, why can the tennis ball of Jindai stay in the court in the end? A tennis ball played with such speed should have flown out of the court long ago."
Just like Otori Cyotaroh's serve, after touching the ground in the opponent's bounds, he will quickly fly out of the court, although sometimes he will roll back into the court after hitting the protective net.
But this is obviously not the case in Kamishiro Cang's Whispering Wind.
Everyone in Fudomine also looked over, wanting to understand the principle of this move.
Atobe pointed at Tachibana Yoshihei's feet.
"Didn't I say that the Whispering Wind cannot fight back?"
"The inability to counterattack does not mean that the tennis ball cannot be seen, but this ball fundamentally cuts off the possibility of counterattack. It is a truly unsolvable serve."
"Did you see those four black spots at Tachibana Jippei's feet?"
"That's caused by the heat dissipated by the friction between the tennis ball and the ground when it spins violently."
"The Whisper of the Wind will spin in place after landing until it stops. According to tennis rules, the opponent's serve cannot fight back before it touches the ground and leaves the ground."
"So, even if the opponent can clearly see the path of Whispering Wind, there is absolutely no possibility of counterattack!"
Everyone was stunned.
It doesn't matter if the ball speed is so fast that you can't see it clearly. Even if you can see it clearly, you can't hit back. This serve is a bit too scary.
For some reason, after losing a point, Tachibana Jippei calmed down.
It seemed like he was relieved.
Maybe it's because I no longer have to face the invisible and intangible serve.
Tachibana Yoshihei squeezed the tennis ball in his hand.
How could I have such cowardly thoughts?
Are you actually relieved that you don't have to face the other party's serve?
The referee glanced at his watch.
"Hey, Fudomine, serve quickly, otherwise you will be sentenced to overtime and lose points..."
The referee's words woke Tachibana Jippei out of his thoughts.
He quickly apologized to the referee.
He turned around and glanced at the expectant crowd in the direction of Fudomine.
As the minister of Fudomine, I will never back down!
"boom"
A red light appeared on Tachibana Jiping's body, and his whole aura became violent.
It was like a lion opening its eyes, its scarlet pupils staring at everyone.
"The lion's breath has appeared! Minister, he is going to start a counterattack!"
There was a hint of joy on Kamio's face.
Tachibana Jippei used the lion's breath, which meant that he had to use his full strength.
Mukahi Gakuto was shocked by Tachibana Yoshihei's aura and took a step back.
"What an amazing momentum. His strength has reached the national level at least. Who is this Tachibana Jippei? Why have I never heard of him before?"
Atobe held his chin.
"I heard Aoi say that Tachibana Yoshihei was once a lion, one of the two heroes of Kyushu. He was once called a lion together with Chitose Senri, the twin stars of Middle-School."
"Fortunately, we didn't send the second team here this time, otherwise we would have accidentally fallen on Fudomine."
In the past, Hyotei only sent its second team to compete before the semi-finals.
This time, the main selection was directly sent, in addition to Ryo Myto and Otori Cyotaroh, it also meant to train troops.
Kamishiro Ao stood in the center of the court holding the racket, feeling that Tachibana Yoshihei's momentum was much stronger than last time, and said with interest:
"It seems that you are much better than last time. Let's start your performance."
A violent look flashed across Tachibana Jiping's eyes.
The lion's roar is used directly when serving.
The tennis ball shook violently in the air, transforming into dozens of ball shadows whizzing towards them.
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Kamishiro Aoi's face.
It's just that these dozens of ball shadows are only in the eyes of others.
In Kamishiro Aoi, there is always only one tennis player.
I saw Kamishiro Aoi holding Racquet in front of him and gently stopping the tennis ball.
The originally powerful tennis ball seemed to have fallen into a ball of cotton, and its power and spin were eliminated without a trace.
Tachibana Jippei's expression became serious, even though he already knew that this move would have no effect on Kamishiro Aoi.
But when I saw it, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Tachibana Yoshihei's eyes were fixed on Kamishiro Ao's racquet, wanting to see how he would respond to the ball.
Are you going to use the skill of turning a favor into a blind spot like last time?
Atobe, who was sitting on the coaching bench, stood up.
"coming soon."
Oshitari: "What's coming?"
Atobe snapped his fingers.
"Take a good look at Cang's despairing skills, the eighth level of Fengshen!"
Atobe's serious tone cheered up everyone present.
He stared at Kamishiro Ao in the field without blinking, fearing that if he blinked, the Eight Wind Gods in Atobe's mouth would disappear without a trace like the whisper of the wind.
In the eyes of everyone, Kamishiro Ao suddenly twisted his wrist, like a spin ball in a table tennis game.
"The Binder·Wind God Eighth Level!"
The tennis ball flew back slowly and leisurely, looking ordinary.
There is neither speed nor angle, and even the height is not good.
Kamio laughed.
"The cowhide is blown up to the sky, why is it that the Eight Winds of the God of Wind are coming? It's obviously just an ordinary chop. Even a child can catch such a slow ball, right?"
Not to mention Kamio, even Shiba Saori and other people who had been looking forward to it couldn't help but have disappointment on their faces.
They thought they could see some amazing skills, but it turned out to be just a bluff.
Atobe sneered and did not explain.
A regular chop?
The real despair is never the abyss that cannot be seen to the end, but the mirage of the oasis in the desert that keeps dangling in front of your eyes but cannot be touched.
The tennis ball slowly flew over the net.
Although Tachibana Jippei didn't know why Kamishiro Ao hit such a ball.
But there is no doubt that this is an opportunity for him.
He sprinted to the front of the net.
How slow was Kamishiro Aoi's ball?
Tachibana Jippei took a stance, staring at the tennis ball, waiting for it to pass the net.
Because according to the rules of tennis, the receiving party cannot hit back before the opponent's tennis ball has passed the net.
Just after the tennis ball passed the net leisurely, Tachibana Jippei's eyes condensed.
Waving the racquet in his hand, he hit the tennis ball with the frame.
"Ball blasting dance!"
This kind of opportunity ball in front of the net can easily score a point, but in the last game, Kamidai Ao gave him a too mysterious feeling.
In order to ensure that he could score this point, Tachibana Jippei still used the explosive ball flurry.
However, just after the beat was swung, Tachibana Jippei was stunned.
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