The Strongest in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 29 Minister Shimura

Although he didn’t want to believe it, Wu Ju didn’t have much time to question and surprise. Shimura’s replay was good this time, his strength and speed were much better than the previous goal, Takei Kenshi had to run to the position where the tennis ball was about to fall with all his strength.

Takei Kenshi finally reluctantly beat Shimura’s counterattack back.

As for the quality of the ball returned.

That would not be something Takei Kenshi could consider.

Shimurasuke stepped forward two steps.

Raise his arms high.

The tennis ball instantly rushed towards the rear right corner of the opposite court.

Wu Ju ran with all his strength again

Judging from the tennis trajectory, the ball’s landing point must be far away from him, but because the speed of the ball is not fast, if he chases with all his strength immediately, he still has a great chance of catching up.

Takei definitely didn’t want to miss a goal before Shimurasuke.

Want Shimurasuke to lose points first?

This is just a delusion.

Three and a half minutes later…

End of the first game!

Four and a half minutes later…

End of the third round.

After only six minutes, the match between Shimurasuke and Takei was over. Except for the first round which took more than three minutes, each of the remaining rounds lasted only about 30 seconds.

“Shimurasuke, what a terrible freshman!”

“Except for the first game after a period of stalemate, the remaining five innings ended in receiving and serving. At the beginning of the second game, Shimurasuke would receive and score every serve of Senior Takei. When it was Shimurasuke serve, Senior Wu Ju can’t even touch the ball!”

“Shimurasuke is stronger than Minister Yamato!”

“True madness!”

The old students on the sidelines were shocked and speechless.

They never imagined that the players in their tennis club would be defeated in this way.

When Takei serve…

Shimurasuke easily catches the ball and scores!

When Shimura serve…

It’s an ACE ball every time!

The game after the first game is essentially Shimurasuke’s serve and catch practice.

In addition to tennis, a place where a large number of first-year freshmen gather.

“It feels like Shimurasuke’s strength is stronger than mine!”

“Student Shimura is really amazing.”

“It’s really strong.”

Kawamura, Kikumaru, and Oishi were all amazed.

“Although there is no way to get a specific value, Shimurasuke’s ball speed should be above 190KM/h for each serve, which is comparable to the fastest serve record in the Kanto Conference. From the standpoint of serve alone, Shimurasuke is already the strongest in Kanto. ”

Gan is also exclaiming.

“Without sufficient data as the basis for research, it is impossible to fight against a master at the level of Shimura. I really want to get all the data of Shimurasuke!” At the same time of excitement, the hands never stop, and a lot of data is constantly being written. Into the notebook in his hands.

“Fuck, you data freak!”

“In the freshman trials, I definitely don’t want to play against a guy like you.”

Kikumaru vomited.

“Serve very fast, catch the ball fiercely, and move at an amazing speed. Shimura is really good.”

“I really want to compete with him.”

Fuji narrowed his eyes and said.

“You should also want to fight Shimura-san, right?”

“Tezuka classmate?”

Fuji smiled and looked at Tezuka.

Tezuka did not answer, but the trembling racquet in his hand showed what he was thinking.

“Fuji, Tezuka, and Shimura are all so strong. The serve speed has exceeded 190KM/h. Do you want to compete with him?”

“You two are monsters.”

Kikumaru complained again.

Oishi, Gan, and Kawamura couldn’t help but nod their heads, and they were making complaints similar to Kikumaru.

Although the first-year players have not actually played against each other, Kikumaru and others also know very well that among the seven of them, Tezuka, Fuji and Shimura should be the strongest.

As for who is the best?

It’s hard to say clearly.

Although Shimura’s current strength is very strong, both Fuji and Tezuka have achieved good results in official competitions in elementary school.

The screen goes back to the network court.

At the court, Takei Kenshi knelt on his knees, with a dazed expression and sweat on his face.

Although the match did not last long, and the time for cross-hands was very small, Takei did not consume much physical strength, but the mental blow made him almost collapse.

“How can this be?”

“How could I fail to give you this arrogant new born?”

Wu Ju looked up with a hideous expression.

“The reason is very simple, because your foundation is too poor,”

Shimurasuke hit the nail on the head.

“Senior Wuju, go and hone your endurance and basic skills with your heart.”

“If your endurance and basic skills can improve, I can give you another chance to challenge me.”

Shimurasuke promised.

Detection target: Takei Takeshi

Age: 14-15 years old

Height: 179cm

Weight: 65kg

Good hand: right hand

Basic five dimensions: (speed: 1.8. Strength: 3.5. Physical strength: 1.3. Technology: 2.3. Mental strength: 2. Sum: 10.9)

Shimura’s mind once again came up with Takei’s information.

Although Wu Ju’s strength is good and his skills are barely enough, his speed and physical strength are not worth mentioning.

Shimura knew this for a long time.

After passing the trial in the first game, Shimura also discovered that perhaps too much energy was spent on researching and controlling the trick. Although Wu Ju’s serve is good and his draw is very unusual, but the basic skills are much weaker. When the trick doesn’t work, his stalemate ability is weak.

“This game is over!”

“Next!”

Shimura shifted his gaze to other people.

Three and a half minutes of the first round

Half a minute to the second game.

Half a minute to the third round.

Almost a repetition of the previous game, the new player was defeated by Shimura in the same way as Takei.

“Although your technique is good, your power is too small!”

“Remember to exercise your arm strength!”

Shimura points out another challenger’s shortcomings.

Time passed, and the players in the tennis club were watching the games on the court where each set lasted only about six minutes.

After each game, Shimurasuke will point out the opponent’s shortcomings.

And promised to give the other party another chance to challenge.

One person, two people.

When Shimura defeated the third man. Yamato left with a relieved smile.

Four people, five people.

When Shimura defeated the sixth man, approval began to emerge in the eyes of the first-year freshmen.

Seven people, eight people.

When Shimura defeated the ninth man, admiration gradually emerged in the eyes of many second- and third-year old students.

Ten people, eleven people.

When Shimura defeated for the twelfth time, most of the eyes of the players who were defeated by Shimurasuke changed.

Soon, the thirteenth man began to play.

When the last man came on the field, his eyes towards Shimura did not show the fear of facing an invincible and powerful opponent.

“Student Shimura, from today, you are the head of the tennis department!”

The voice sounded before serving.

With this sound, the faces of Coach Ryugasaki and Sugiyama on the sidelines showed deep smiles.

“It’s really different from Yamato’s style.”

“This kid!”

Coach Long Qi smiled and scolded. *