The Strongest in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 481 Showdown (second more, please subscribe.)

The breeze is blowing.

The sun is westward, but the sun is still golden.

Under the sunlight, the source who ended the game left the court too hastily. At the moment Yutai walked out of the door of the court, Chimura Shimura stepped onto the court.

The other end of the net.

“Step! Step! Step!”

Originally standing in the backcourt, he began to step towards the net.

It didn’t take long.

Both Shimura and Tejia came to the front of the court.

“Shimura, go all out!”

“When you first started school, your five-dimensional peace had already surpassed you twenty-four. After last year’s national competition, you went to U17, participated in the U17 World Cup, and ~ traveled the world.”

“Let me see how far I am from you, from U17’s core singles player, and from professional players-how big a gap is!”

Shoujia said in a deep voice.

“Good!” Shimura nodded.

“Confirm the serve bureau.”

“You choose the front or back of racquet.”

Shimura continued.

At the same time, put the racquet upright on the ground.

“front!’

Shoujia said directly.

“Swipe

Shimura’s fingers on the handle of the racket twisted, and racquet soon began to turn.

at the same time.

Outside the barbed wire around the court.

“Use the racquet method to decide the serve bureau.”

“Shimura, he did not directly hand over the serve game of the first game to his hand like the previous intramural challenge.”

Kikumaru muttered.

“This is because Shimura and Tezuka treat each other as opponents.”

“When the school started last year, the hand was one of us who might defeat Shimura. Although Shimura quickly made up for the weakness in technology, and his strength is increasing rapidly, I feel that Shimura still attaches great importance to hand. Family.”

Oishi said in a deep voice.

“Opponent?”

“It is indeed!

Fuji narrowed his eyes and opened it.

Shimura values ​​Tezuka very much. Even after he is called the number one in the country, he still regards Tezuka as his opponent, while Tezuka regards Shimura as his only goal.

As the third national-level master outside of Shimura and Te’s family, when he enrolled last year, he showed a genius with strength above the four regular elections of Gan, Kawamura, Oishi, and Kikumaru.

Fuji sees this far more clearly than Oishi.

The other side of the court.

“Crack!”

“Crack!’

The camera’s shutter sound continued to sound.

“Shimura and Tejia stand in front of the net separately.

“A very familiar scene!”

Inoue Mamoru put down the camera he was holding.

“Shoujia, he was able to reproduce the two great skills of the samurai Echizen Nanjiro field and the hard-worked limit at the beginning of school last year. Since then, he has shown the profound meaning of the limit of exuberance in national competitions.”

“With only the limit of perfection, the hand can reproduce the three samurai Echizen Nanjiro back then, he is the closest player to Nanjiro today.”

“Shimura, his physical talent is rare in decades. In the case of obvious weaknesses in the basic technology, he can defeat the hand with his strong talent.”

“Now that Shimura has very strong skills, he was unbeaten in the U17 World Cup last year. He is considered by many Western media to be the world’s strongest junior high school student, and a super genius who is destined to change the pattern of world tennis in the future.”

“Handie and Shimura.

“After a year and two months, what kind of collision will he have today?”

Inoue stared at the court.

The inside of the court.

Under the gaze of Inoue and other Seigaku students.

The sound of taste.

The rotating racquet fell onto the court.

“The sign is up.”

“Front, hand, you have the right to serve in the first game!

Shimura said.

“Shimura.

“Then don’t take it carelessly!”

Shoujia earnestly said.

Soon, Shimura and Tejia left the front court.

Around the court.

“Shimura vs. Fighter’s House!”

The attention of everyone outside the court became more concentrated.

Under the gaze of everyone off the court, Shimura strode to the center of the backcourt and stopped in the center of the backcourt. Shoujia directly crossed the baseline of the backcourt and came to the position where the player was when they served.

Lean forward.

The knee is slightly bent.

Shimura quickly made preparations to catch the ball.

The other side of the court.

The hand has also taken out a tennis ball in his pocket.

0………Look for flowers…

“Game start!”

“One game decides the winner!

“Kunimitsu vs. Shimurasuke!

“Hands serve!”

With the referee’s voice sounded.

The sound of hooting.

The player threw the tennis ball into the sky.

Bend your knees.

The body exerts strength.

Shoujia jumped into the air in a standard posture.

The arm exerts force.

Bang!

Racquet bombarded the tennis ball.

The moment the tennis ball touched the racquet, the hand’s arm exerted force again, and the muscles and bones of his elbow were instantly under tremendous pressure.

“Swipe!”

The racquet line exerts a short but extremely strong friction force on the tennis ball.

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“This will swing.”

Fuji’s squinted eyes opened instantly.

“Swing like this, zero-style serve!”

“I use this trick as soon as I come, the hand is very serious!!

Kikumaru whispered.

With strong dynamic vision and familiarity with the hand, Kikumaru quickly recognized what kind of serve skills the hand wanted to use.

Whoosh!

The tennis quickly left the racquet of the hand.

“Step! Step! Step!”

Accompanied by Shimura’s footsteps…

The tennis ball traversed the entire court at a speed exceeding 170 kilometers per hour, and after drawing an arc above the court, the tennis ball quickly fell towards the corner of the serve area.

The side outside the court.

The location is less than two meters above the well.

Gan, who was heading towards the net, stopped.

“Even in the zero serve, the speed, strength, angle, and placement of the tennis ball are still impeccable. For the hand, his requirements for himself are still as strict as ever.”

“Faced with such an incomprehensible tennis.”

“Shimura, how will he face it, can he accept such a serve?”

The light flickered in the dry glasses.

Behind the right serve area.

“Zero serve!”

Shimura leaned forward, kicked his right foot back, and bent his left foot west, stepping on the service line. His eyes were locked on the rapidly descending tennis ball.

suddenly.

Shimura slammed the racquet swiftly.

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