The Strongest in Prince of Tennis

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The sun is slanting westward.

Outside the court of Group A, dozens of players from the Seigaku Tennis Club and nearly a hundred non-tennis students are watching the game on the court.

Intramural challenge.

The third game of Group A.

The match between Momoshiro Takeshi, one of the three strongest rookies in the first grade, and Yoshio Chikuchi, the strongest player in the third grade, is going on.

The rear of the court.

There was a bang.

The racquet in Taocheng’s hands hit the tennis ball fiercely.

Tennis blasted to the left of the court at a speed that most of Seigaku’s first-year players could not play this year.

“Huhuhuhu

The gasp sounded.

Build Chi Jiwu.

A burly giant with a height of more than 1.9 meters.

He took a huge stride to chase Taocheng’s powerful dribble with a forehand, but in the end he could only watch the tennis rush out of the court.

Wow.

The tennis ball hit the iron net behind the court.

“Peach City scored, this game is over.”

“The score is 5:3.”

“Zhuchi is ahead!”

The referee’s voice sounded.

The position between the baseline and the service line.

“Peach City”

“This sly damn fellow!”

Zhu Chi panted heavily.

He stood behind the court opposite, staring at him, Taocheng with a smile on his face. Although Zhu Chi had a huge advantage in the score, he did not feel the slightest joy in his heart.

“Senior Zhuchi, you are very strong. Not only are you much stronger than me, you are even better than me, but I won this game!’

“Want to be a positive candidate”

“You can only wait for the next intramural ranking competition!”

Taocheng smiled happily.

Then he returned to the back of the court under Zhu Chi’s angry eyes.

Banging sound.

Taocheng played serve.

The other side of the court.

Tsukuchi once again took his greater strides than ordinary players.

“This guy Taocheng usually looks carefree when he is in the tennis club. I didn’t expect this bastard to use a trap against me.”

On the move, Zhu Chi’s face was full of anger.

After the tennis ball hits the ground and bounces.

Zhu Chi chased to the back of the tennis trajectory.

Raise your arms back.

Muscle bulges.

Zhu Chi wanted to swing at full strength, but at the moment when the racquet net king moved under the control, Zhu Chi’s eyes changed and he wanted to save energy.

But after a short period of thought, he gritted his teeth and used all his strength.

There was a loud bang.

Seigaku’s third-year No. 1 giant hit a powerful forehand slam.

The rear of the court.

Lean forward.

Push your right foot back.

Taocheng used a racket with both hands to intercept Zhu Chi’s drive with all his strength, and then hit the tennis ball to the edge of the court again.

“Step! Step! Step! Step!”

Zhu Chi dragged a heavy pace again and moved horizontally, but in the end he still could only watch the tennis ball fall to the ground, and then rushed out of the court.

outside the court.

“It has reached the limit, Zhu Chi has no physical strength!”

“First, I put on a posture to fight Zhuchi with all his strength and attacked with Zhuchi, but he retained some of his strength. After Zhuchi’s power was almost exhausted, he suddenly played scheduling tennis and continued to consume Zhuchi. Physical strength.

“The first-year Taocheng, he is much more cunning than he looks.”

“But Taocheng is also very courageous. When they used their strength to fight each other, Taocheng lost four games in a row. This kind of determination is not something ordinary first-year players can have!”

The audience outside the venue commented and sighed.

“Zhu Chi is too proud, no wonder he only has 1.8 in the five dimensions of his mental power. If he hadn’t seen himself having the absolute upper hand in the power competition, he would have taken it with all his strength and wasted too much. Physically, he will not face the current situation!”

“He lost this game.

“Our strongest player in the third grade will lose to this year’s freshman!”

The third-year players in the tennis club outside the court have complicated eyes.

Taocheng smiled.

Full of confidence.

Zhu Chi was out of breath.

Sweat dripping back.

Looking at the two people in the field, the third-year players outside the barbed wire instinctively recalled last year’s intramural challenge.

Shimura, Tejia, Fuji, Kan, Kawamura, Kikumaru, Oishi, last year they and the third-year seniors at that time fell under the racquet of the first-year freshmen one after another.

Now history is repeating itself!

Twenty minutes later.

The game started ー hour later.

The front of the court.

Boom!

Taocheng leaped high and pressed the tennis ball down.

After an instant.

The tennis ball landed in the direction of Zhu Chi’s backhand.

“Boom”

Taocheng drank lightly, and then looked at Zhu Chi who was standing opposite him. “Senior Zhuchi, I won this game!”

“Peach City scored and the game was over.

“Score 7:5”

“Peach City wins!”

The referee’s voice rang.

around the court.

Nearly five meters away from the iron net, he returned to the B court to play the game 15 minutes ago. At this moment, he just came back and opened the notebook in his hand.

“Sure enough, Taocheng won. Taocheng’s style of play looks very direct and passionate, but he is calmer than he looks, and he is very analytical.”

“Although he lost to the better endurance Haitang in the tiebreak yesterday, to a large extent, Taocheng is the most difficult part of this year’s freshmen.

Said dryly.

“Swipe! Swipe! Swipe! Swipe!”

A large amount of information was written into the notebook.

“Fuck, it might be possible!”

Shimura smiled and said, “Taocheng’s excellent performance is not easy for him to stimulate his old enemy Haitang, and Haitang will definitely not let Taocheng specialize in Yu Qian!”

“And Yuta shouldn’t let Taocheng stand out alone, but he always wants to rush out of the shadow of his brother Fuji!

Shimura looked at the two sides of the wire fence.

Haitang, he is grasping the barbed wire forcefully.

Yuta, his eyes were full of seriousness when he looked at the court.

Forty-five minutes later.

The inside of the court.

“I apologize for 813, Ikeda-senpai.”

“I won this game!”

Haitang’s long narrow eyes stared at Ikeda, who was already sweating on the opposite side.

“Begonia scored, the game is over!

“The score is 6:3.”

“Begonia wins!

The referee on the sidelines announced.

One hour and twenty minutes later.

“Senior Zhuchi, you have to fight against me before your physical strength is fully recovered. This game is a bit fair to seniors.”

“But I did win this game!”

Yuta said while holding a shot.

“Yuta scored, the game is over!”

“The score is 6:3.”

“Yuta wins!”

The referee’s voice sounded again.

“I lost again. Ikeda lost to Haitang, and Zhu Chi lost to Taocheng and Yuta one after another. They did not become the possibility of a regular election.

“Taocheng, Haitang, and Yuta, although the freshmen in this class are not as strong as Shimura and Shoujia, their strength and potential are also far above us!”

“Going to the regional preliminaries and the main seat of the Metropolitan Conference, this has no chance with our third grade.”

The faces of the third-year players off the court were more complicated.

Although the final result of the A group is still out, for the third graders, the game in this group has lost most of the meaning of watching.

The elimination of Ikeda and Tsukaki is a foregone conclusion.

The next election battle will be a civil war between the three first-year players Taocheng, Haitang, and Yuta.