Tennis Movie King Kanata Irie

191: Battle Of Young Kings!

"Invite singles two players to come on.

The referee glanced in the direction of Tian Ben.

On the Japanese side it is Byōdōin Hōō.

As for Ruishi...oh? That young king Tasta.

Tasta.

Ranked sixth, this person's strength was clearly proven when he was in the third year of junior high school, but he has not made a move for several months, which makes people wonder whether he has fallen behind.

The boy king will not always be the boy king.

For example, when I was in the third grade of junior high school.

It requires a strong foundation + violence + special talents.

Then the first year of high school requires a strong foundation and the final domain + special talent + the equivalent power of another dimension (Asura)!

If value cannot be demonstrated.

The audience will naturally not recognize your status as a king.

Have you ever seen a king being beaten?

No...! "Six, seven, seven"

"Tasta, he is very strong."

Japan, Kanata Irie said: “But the videos we have seen are from when he was in the third grade of junior high school, he was not inferior to Amadeus, but now...it’s hard to say!

After all, there is a gap between the young kings.

Amadeus, a freshman in high school, was able to beat Byodoin 5-1.

It shows that during this period of the original work, among his peers, the only ones who could stabilize him were the young king Polk of Germany and Medanore, who was not yet famous in Spain at this stage.

original.

Polk is the semifinal boss.

Medanore is the final boss.

Hearing this, everyone looked solemn.

The name of Fifth Amadis is well known, but what about the strength of his friend Tasta?

court.

Byōdōin Hōō glanced sideways at the Sixth Tasta, put one hand on his hip, and chuckled: "I thought my opponent would be that Amadeus."

"His strength is not something you can deal with."

The sixth Tasta has a deep gaze.

"Oh? What about you?"

Byōdōin Hōō wanted to find out information from the side.

"same."

The sixth Tasta smiled confidently.

The breeze blew his silver hair.

peaceful!

It seems that there is only a light breeze passing by lightly.

But the next moment, Byōdōin Hōō's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"I'll shut you up."

He is not angry but is overflowing with murderous intent.

"Have you been taught a lesson by that Polk?"

The sixth Tasta raised his eyes. Byodo-in was a head taller than him, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He tried to uncover the scars of Byodoin, and the angry opponent became more intentional in the fight.

Hearing this, everyone's eyes fell on Byōdōin Hōō.

The duel in tennis is not all about the competition.

And trash talking is also a type.

At least.

Byōdōin Hōō tightened his grip on the racquet.

"The game begins, and one set determines the outcome. Team Tianben serves."

“The other party’s chief…is angry.

Ruishi, the second Vakalin smiled and said: "Not bad, I have learned to use it flexibly."

Tasta played a practice match with him when he first entered U-17. He was not the kind of player who could control the opponent to his death.

Fifth Amadis shook his head, but he was glad in his heart that he had more contact with Chief Basinski.

certainly.

The tactics of my friend Tasta are obvious.

Byōdōin Hōō kept hitting the ball, and the rhythm became faster.

"Byodoin..."

In Japan, everyone is worried.

Having his scars uncovered must make the other party feel very uncomfortable, right?

Irie's lips curled up slightly.

call.

Byodoin threw the tennis ball, and Racquet violently collided with the tennis ball.

After the collision.

Strong air waves kept rolling out, kicking up dust.

The tennis ball is like a golden ray of light, shooting into the opposite court.

Tread!!

The sixth Tasta raised his steps and took steps. Even though his body was thin, when he moved, he gave people a feeling similar to Byōdōin Hōō.

boom!

racquet waved.

There was a loud bang, and the tennis ball turned into a flash of light and shot out.

"It seems...you haven't fallen behind.

With a chuckle, Byōdōin Hōō waved his hand back.

boom!

The tennis ball was like a cannonball, hitting the opposite court hard, setting off waves of yellow sand.

Look at his face.

There is no anger.

He acted!

"What a bad taste."

The sixth Tasta raised his racquet, his eyes flashed with a strange color………………

He provokes the other party, thinking he can gain something.

But I didn't expect it.

The other party is pretending.

The evidence is there.

There is enough room for advancement and retreat, and there is no urge to come forward.

"Trouble..."

boom!

"What kind of game is this?"

Everyone opened their eyes wide and said in surprise.

It's not about how strong the competition is, but the two have different styles from the two singles three, and it's this kind of powerful confrontation from the beginning.

At least.

At the start of the game dust filled most of the area, something they had never seen before.

"Byōdōin Hōō's physique... is actually not inferior to Tasta.

Seventh Albert opened his mouth slightly.

There is still too little information about the Tiande Exchange Tournament. I only know the scores and results.

"After all, he is Chief Tianben... he should still have this strength.

Fifth Amadis said lightly: "It's coming!"

Whoosh!

next moment.

The sixth Tasta struck a pose, waiting for the tennis ball to pass through his waist before swinging the racquet.

Bang!

Tennis is gone in an instant.

"This ball..."

In Japan, everyone is shocked.

It seems slow but also urgent, and the trajectory is a bit strange. The upward change is not the normal speed change, but has a bit of intermittent feeling.

If this is their first time contacting 5.6, they will definitely be fooled.

Bang!

But Byōdōin Hōō locked the final trajectory of the tennis ball and made a sudden move.

"Caught it?"

"But with the technique of light turning and shaking, you have never been exposed to it. Can you really resist it?"

Sixth Tasta's silver eyes flashed with a trace of amusement.

His eyes fell critically on Byōdōin Hōō.

Boom!

Byōdōin Hōō's eyes narrowed.

The tennis ball kept shaking the racquet.

“Fancy!”

boom!