Tennis: Start with unlimited physical strength

"This little guy talks wildly.

"Is there anyone in charge? Isn't this too arrogant?"

"Only if you beat him can you control him. The problem is that he still controls the game now."

“It can only be said that Sanada is not good.

"Obviously there was no way to catch the invading Ruhuo just now."

"Sanada, if you invade again, hit him like fire!"

In the face of God's words, some people think that he is too arrogant.

Some have high praise for him:

"With such a solid foundation in tennis, I think he has the right to be arrogant.

Sanada frowned even more after seeing Kamisato's posture. Could this guy want to play kendo tennis?

He didn't understand it, but he was full of expectations because this was a path he had never imagined.

The sun was shining brightly, he pressed the brim of his hat and took out the tennis ball again.

boom

A serve shot out with seemingly no trigger.

boom

Easy comeback!

Something similar to a fire cloud appeared around Sanada, and the invasion like fire started again.

"Go for it!"

The almost deformed tennis ball flew violently in front of Shenli. The tennis ball in front of him gradually enlarged, like a fireball, with an obvious attack.

And his posture of holding the shot with both hands is like a swordsman, holding a sword and about to fight.

The sword tomb that braked countless sharp swords began to appear again in the mind of God. The door in front still only had the gap that appeared last time.

But those sharp swords seemed to be vibrated by something, and they began to buzz, and the sound of swords was heard endlessly.

When the tennis ball hit him like a fireball, he held a sharp sword in his hand. He lifted it up gracefully and softly, and then stabbed forward violently. Buzz! There was a loud sword sound, and the sharp sword in his hand It has been chopped over.

boom

The fireball seemed to be able to turn, and flew back along its original trajectory, leaving a trace of fire behind it as well.

Sanada couldn't help but widen his eyes and exclaimed in disbelief, "Are you kidding me!"

Such dangerous tennis!

The person across from me just now obviously just gently stirred the racquet, and then moved it forward. This movement was always elegant and gentle.

But when the tennis ball was thrown back, it was obviously full of infinite power!

And he seemed to hear the sound of swords!

As someone who has practiced kendo since childhood, he was sure that he heard it right!

"I will catch this ball and show it to you."

Da da da

Sanada ran toward the tennis ball.

As a tennis player, what balls are you afraid to catch?

He has never experienced light hitting, but now he is still relatively simple, with only a will to win.

The god on the opposite side was staring at all his actions. He wanted to see how he would deal with this reckless boy!

Didn't he notice this deadly power?

The power incorporated into this ball is the fusion of tennis and kendo. He can be sure that it is more lethal than a light ball.

And this is the first time he has played such tennis, the first time that the power of the sword has been poured into his tennis. He has to admit that he is not fully proficient yet and can't control the power a little.

This goal may even exceed his expected holy injury record.

If Sanada insists on going next...

"Boy, I'm afraid you won't be able to participate in the national competition."

As soon as these words came out, the expression of Seiichi Yukimura who was sitting in the guidance seat suddenly changed. He suddenly felt something bad and was about to stop Sanada.

But Sanada's racquet had already hit hard.

boom

The fireball seemed to be exploded, sparking in seconds, and directly drowned Sanada. At the moment that no one could see, there was only a dull sound like a heavy object falling to the ground, followed immediately by a Racquet, with all its cables broken, flew out of the fire ball.

An almost deformed tennis ball hit the ball out of bounds.

At this moment, the whole place was silent.

Deadly quiet.

After the sparks dispersed, Sanada, who was lying on the ground covering his arms, reappeared in everyone's sight with a ferocious expression.

It was obvious that he was in great pain now.

"Sanada!"

Yukimura almost rushed over.

"Genichiro!" Yanagi Renji and the others shouted nervously from outside the guardrail.

"Are you OK!"

This sudden accident made them all dumbfounded, but Sanada stretched out his other hand to stop them from entering.

Once inside, it means the game is over.

"I'm...ok.

Sanada gritted his teeth and managed to spit out a few words. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, betraying the calmness he barely showed.

Yukimura: "Your hands... Sanada, if you can't continue, then I will..."

"It's okay! I can do it!"

Sanada said loudly and stubbornly: "I have no problem!"

Seeing that he was so sure, Yukimura stopped talking.

After all, he also wants this game to turn around and win. After all, this is their only chance.

"Okay, I support you, for the sake of glory!"

Yukimura raised his head and glanced at Kamisato diagonally opposite, his eyes getting colder and colder.

It is inevitable for athletes to get injured. They have suffered many injuries since they were young in tennis.

On the field, as long as the opponent does not intentionally break the rules, abandon sportsmanship and maliciously hurt others, this kind of injury can only be suffered by oneself.

What's more, it was Sanada who insisted on catching such a dangerous tennis ball.

In the deathly silence, everyone just looked at Sanada, covering his already swollen and red arms, and reluctantly stood up and shook his head for ten minutes before standing still.

His face was covered with sweat and his face was red from pain.

Everyone saw that the shock on their faces had not dissipated for a long time. At the same time, some people were full of sympathy for Sanada, while others thought that he was really stupid for doing this.

"..." Now that it's like this, can he still persist?"

"We can all see such a dangerous ball just now, why did he still catch it?"

"It would be such a pity if the arm is just useless!"

"When you know that the opponent's tennis ball is so dangerous, you must first learn to protect your arms! Only then will you have the opportunity to crack it. What Genichiro Sanada did is really puzzling to me!"

"Maybe this is his persistence. He can fail, and he can fail miserably, but he must never fail to catch the ball!"

Each has its own ideas and principles.

But no one can represent Sanada.

When Sanada took the tennis ball, it wasn't that he didn't know the danger, he just couldn't let Rikkai fail in his own hands like this.

He just didn't want to (Liao Nuohao), and he lost without dignity.

"Can you still hold on?"

the referee asked Sanada.

If an athlete is injured on the field and is really unable to compete anymore, he or she will be forfeited.

Even the referee was so frightened by the ball just now that he almost fell off his seat. After being a referee for so long, he had never seen such a terrible tennis ball. Apart from being shocked, he was now very worried that the Sanada player would not be able to continue the game. Otherwise, this hand will really destroy the people.

Sanada nodded firmly: "Okay!"

Then he looked up at Kamisato opposite.

Shenli still stood there calmly, and his emotions could not be seen at all from his unwavering eyes.

His eyes however stayed on Sanada's arm.

"It's swollen and red, stiff and numb, and it looks like... there are some fractures, um..."

Kamisato shook his head.

Sanada: "I said let's compete! The game must continue! What do you mean by shaking your head?"

I caught your ball, but you looked dissatisfied??.