The Strongest in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 349 The final battle. (The first one, please subscribe.)

“The two guys on the court are so powerful that they are unreasonable!”

“Seigaku’s Fuji, I thought it was just brilliant football skills. In head-to-head matches, he was 80% not a national-level opponent. I didn’t expect him to be so powerful, and he is not inferior to the gross profit!”

“Fuji is a genius to be able to fight Mōri Juzaburō with your eyes closed. But the Maori is also terribly powerful. I don’t know who can win this game!

Whispering whispers.

Exclamation from the heart.

Loud humming.

Massive voices enveloped the entire venue, and most of them contained admiration and shock.

at the same time.

The source of the sound.

The attention of the audience in the stands around the court was extremely concentrated, and his eyes were firmly focused on the two players on the court.

Seigaku was on the bench.

“Rikkai’s big margins, he is really-amazing!”

“The strength of his arms, the speed of movement, his basic qualities are much stronger than Fuji, and his state of attacking with all his strength is also very fierce, making it hard for people to resist!”

The dry gaze is solemn.

“The genius Fuji Syusuke, compared to the Kanto finals, his strength has improved too much!

“Especially the ball feel. After closing his eyes, Fuji’s ball feel has a qualitative change, and his reaction speed and ball control have improved a lot. Now Fuji is no longer at the Kanto level!”

Liu’s squinted eyes opened.

With a glance at the audience in the stands, the eyes of the Seigaku and Rikkai players on both sides of the court were also focused on Fuji and Mouri.

National finals.

The second singles.

Fuji vs. Mōri Juzaburō.

The match between the two of them has lasted for nearly two hours.

The score is 6:6.

Fuji and Maori drew a tie on the big score.

The score is 11:11.

The two of them were tied in the long tiebreak.

The rear of the court.

“Slap! Slap! Slap!”

The sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground sounded.

Under the gaze of all the spectators inside and outside the court, Maori patted the tennis lightly to adjust his own state.

The first serving round of this game was Fuji, and after entering the tiebreak, the two players in the match had to change serve every two goals.

The serve of this ball and the next one belongs to the gross profit.

“A strong sense of oppression”

Maori pupils are deep and secluded.

The big mouth of air was continuously inhaled and exhaled by him.

Fuji Syusuke.

He felt suffocating pressure on this first-year junior. Such high-intensity competition also made Tan feel deeply tired.

But the fighting spirit in Maori’s eyes is still hot.

The other side of the court.

Fuji’s condition is not much better. Although Fuji’s complexion is calm and he is not panting, his hair and clothes are constantly dripping with sweat.

The sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground soon stopped.

Hold the left palm tightly.

The bounced tennis ball was pinched by Maori.

The tennis ball is thrown up.

Bend your knees.

After an instant.

The racquet wheel in Maori’s hand went down fiercely.

Although the state is not good, Maori has no intention of saving energy at all.

Loud bang!

Under the violent impact of racquet, the tennis ball instantly deformed, and then it blasted out like a cannonball.

The opposite of Maori.

“The powerful serve in the center of the left serve area!”

Fuji moved instantaneously.

Although his eyes are closed, the direction of his movement is pointed directly at the final landing point of the tennis ball.

One side of the stands.

“The pupil of the heart!”

“Fuji’s talent for ball sense is not inferior to Nanjiro back then!!”

Coach Ryugasaki was impressed.

The pupil of the heart.

As a veteran meritorious coach who has coached Seigaku for more than 30 years, Coach Ryugasaki knows this secret.

The pupil of the heart is also called Closed Eye.

Similar to opening the eyes of the sky, the player can perceive opponents, courts and tennis only by the sense of the ball in the state of the pupil of the heart, and the perception is much faster and clearer than usual.

The pupil of the heart is very strong, but it is also difficult to awaken.

Even if the sense of hearing, vision, and even touch are abandoned, and the whole body enters a relaxed state, few players can awaken the mystery.

Because the premise of awakening the pupil of the heart is to have an extremely excellent ball sense.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The sound of tennis resounded through the court.

Coach Ryugasaki’s consciousness quickly withdrawn from thinking and feeling, and her eyes and attention once again fell on the ongoing game.

Fuji Syusuke.

The genius who awakened the pupil of the heart.

Mōri Juzaburō.

A national-level powerhouse who goes all out.

He once again started a fierce confrontation of inconsistency.

Two minutes later.

The front of the net.

It seemed that Fuji, who was about to use the smash, suddenly twisted the racquet, and the racquet, which was supposed to be frontally on the tennis ball, suddenly fell to the bottom of the tennis ball.

The dong dong tennis ball landed.

Maori, who was stepping backwards, was unable to catch the ball.

0…………Look for flowers……

“Seigaku Fuji score!”

“12:11. ”

“Seigaku is ahead!”

The referee announced loudly.

“Fuji come on!

“Fuji, you have one goal ahead, and you can win the game by taking the next goal!”

“Fuji, we must win!

The members of Seigaku cheered.

The center of the court.

Maori jumped up with all his strength, and then slammed the tennis ball towards the front court. Although Fuji landed with a Kirin to intercept, the tennis ball still rushed out of the court.

“Rikkai Big Maori players score!”

“12:12.

“The two players exchange serve!”

The referee announced again.

“Catch up!”

“Senior Maori, don’t give up, don’t be scored. Fuji’s sweat is flowing very fast, and his physical strength is not as good as yours. You can definitely drag him down in this game!

“Rikkai always wins!”

The Rikkai team members also cheered neatly.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of tennis continued to resound.

“Rikkai Big Maori players score!”

“13:12.

“Rikkai is in the lead!”

“Seigaku Fuji score!”

“13:13. ”

“The two players exchange serve!

The referee also kept ringing.

14:14:0

15:15.

16:17.

19:18.

The scores between Fuji and Maori also rose alternately as you chased me.

After half an hour.

Bang!

“Seigaku Fuji score!”

“46:45.

“Seigaku is ahead!”

The referee’s voice sounded.

Fuji scored a goal and once again gained the lead.

But the Seigaku players in the stands did not cheer. After taking the ball, Fuji fell straight back and sat on the ground, his face showing fatigue once again.

Below the court.

Seigaku was on the bench.

“The pupil of the heart!”

“Fuji has withdrawn from that state!”

Shimura frowned and said.

The other side of the court.

The faces of Rikkai’s big players are not pretty.

The center of the backcourt.

Maori also fell to the ground.

He just failed to make a flying throw, and his face is full of pain at the moment, his left hand instinctively supports his right shoulder.

It’s very obvious.

Maori’s right shoulder was injured in the save.

–Big