Tennis Movie King Kanata Irie

Irie starts.

Swiss coach Jean Onojiha looks from the side.

His movements were flawless.

Just simply throw serve.

The speed of the tennis ball is amazing.

When it extends across the crack, it suddenly bounces up.

This attack, if it were an ordinary opponent, would have already lost points.

But Irie's opponent this time is one of the strongest, Vakalin, ranked second in Swiss.

His reaction was astonishing.

The tennis ball that bounced off the ground was thrown out by him,

Half volley.

A style of play in which quickness is used to control quickness.

As soon as Irie landed, the tennis ball swept past her feet.

However, he threw the racquet back, magically landed on his left hand, leaned over and hit the ball.

Bang!

The tennis ball was hit back, and No. 2 Vakalin narrowed his eyes and judged: "Is it the two-sword style? That samurai's style of play made it famous."

This kind of play.

A phenomenon that can compensate for the fact that the backhand is a weakness.

But similarly, backhand shots can also be saved.

Also known as Er Dao Liu.

Nitōryu is very popular internationally, but very few people can achieve it successfully because it requires the non-dominant hand to be as good as the dominant hand.

Bang!

One more ball.

No. 2 Vakalin felt a powerful spin.

"He's not spinning, he's switching to force!"

Vakalin was surprised.

Irie's skill level is extremely high, just like a textbook, and adds new things from the pages of the textbook.

Such as this ball.

There was an illusion of facing a powerful player.

This is the skill style.

The opponent managed to turn skills into power.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The two men's counterattacks were crisp and powerful, with little lag, and they were as fast as they could be.

Plus the court hasn't been patched up in a while.

Smoke and dust are everywhere, like gray turbidity, making people uncomfortable.

Boom!

The tennis ball hits the ground.

Rushing towards the body of No. 2 Vakalin, "Is the power of this ball enough to slightly overwhelm Amadeus?"

That is the true strength of Kanata Irie.

"But too weak!"

boom!

The sound of his hitting the ball is very loud and sounds great.

Instead, he struck at him from a sharper angle.

This shot has surpassed Kanata Irie's stage in both strength and skill.

In an instant, he became retreating steadily.

Coupled with the dust outside, he was like a beast trapped in a cage. It was just a fight between trapped beasts.

"Very tenacious..."

Regarding Irie's tennis quality, No. 2 Vakalin has never doubted or taken it seriously.

He lifted his steps.

Dragging the smoke and dust all over the floor with his feet, he stopped forcefully, and used the centrifugal force of his body to violently whip the ball with his backhand.

boom!

A ray of light exploded from the baseline out of thin air, causing sand and rocks to fly, and yellow dead leaves flying all over the sky.

"This makes it 1-0..."

Ruishi No. 2 Waka Linyun smiled lightly.

His eyes were filled with aloof indifference.

"As expected of the former chief."

Off the field, coach Qin Onojiha nodded with satisfaction.

He had no doubt about Vakalin's strength.

Even if he is replaced by the current Chief Basinsky.

call!

Immediately, No. 2 Vakalin threw up the tennis ball and hit it out without waiting for Irie to react.

Snapped!

The tennis ball shook and quickly passed the net.

At first glance, the trajectory of the tennis ball is that of a rainbow of colors, hitting the floor.

But when it bounces.

It presents a quiet, eerie feeling in the forest.

In Irie's eyes.

Not tennis.

But a poisonous snake.

The feeling of darkness and engulfing the opponent.

Irie's figure also retreated again and again.

This is a highly skilled variation of the ball.

There are similar skills in the original Higa. If I have to say anything different, they are too rigid.

And Vakalin's technique is so clever that he can fake it and look like the real thing. The twisted trajectory is even more difficult to see clearly.

Irie retreats to baseline.

Bang!

With light steps, he quickly pulled out the racquet in his hand.

The serpent that spat out the letter was shattered.

The tennis ball flew out.

No. 2 Vakalin smiled lightly: "It's too slow."

Looking at his position again, he has reached the center of the court and raised his racquet: "Even if you see through my skills, your distance...can you really catch this ball?"

Judging from his swing, it seems he intends to shorten it.

Snapped!

The tennis ball fell to the ground, suddenly bounced up, passed through the racquet, and reached the armpit position.

The second Vaccarin's movement was delayed, but he quickly recovered the ball. He leaned back, put away the racquet, and sliced ​​the tennis ball with his backhand.

"…" But you're slow, aren't you?"

At the end of the court, Irie stepped forward and rushed to the tennis ball with enough time, and the racquet was pushed out.

boom!

The air exploded.

The tennis ball dispersed the air, quickly passed through the court, and landed behind Vakalin.

"This guy..."

The 2nd Vakalin took a deep look at Kanata Irie, with a hint of surprise deep in the corners of his eyes.

Immediately, he took steps and ran back.

It's a depression!

While moving, he noticed that the court floor had depressions of varying degrees.

Some require closer inspection to see.

"But he hit..."

This person must have studied the court beforehand.

Bang!

The second time Vaccarin squatted down and took a long stride, Racquet stretched as hard as he could to barely save the ball.

Immediately afterwards.

He just turned around and headed back to the right.

Opposite, Irie swings his racquet, attacking (ok) the direction he's moving.

"It seems that you are not experienced enough."

The second Vakalin smiled faintly, breathing steadily, and explosively caught up with the tennis ball. He once again used the centrifugal force of his body to turn away and whip the tennis ball with his backhand.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

But why is the time for the air to burst... so short?

The experienced Vakalin turned his head sideways and his pupils shrank: "Is this... interception?!!"

in the air.

A figure emerged.

Kanata Irie blocked the ball with a backhand.

The tennis ball was spinning on the racquet, flying away from Irie.

racquet picked lightly.

I don’t know what method he used, but his whole body seemed to be floating, and he slid away from the court elegantly.

Da da da... boat.

But tennis fought back.

But it's true.

Irie landed.

"1-1".