The Strongest in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 637 The score is three to two, Rikkai wins! (second more, please subscribe)

The sky is dim.

Inexplicably, the originally hot sun lost part of its temperature.

Above the stands.

“It’s very high, Shimura’s vertical bounce is still up to one meter and five meters, which is the same as in the first game. Shimura’s physical strength is really terrible!”

“It’s not just physical strength… Shimura, his bounce height should have a lot of reserves. If it is a meter and five is the limit of Shimura’s bounce, even if Shimura’s physical strength is good, Shimura will be exhausted if he continuously uses the strongest bounce serve. !’

“Indeed, but this game was really unexpected. Yukimura, he forced Shimura into tiebreak last year, and zero-blocked all the opponents he met, Rikkai, the strongest. I didn’t expect the game to be like this!”

“Serve can’t take it, and serve can’t take Yukimura. His performance is not as good as Atobe in the final of the Kanto Contest this year. At the time, Atobe was swept by Shimura, but at least he had a head-on confrontation with Shimura!

There was a lot of discussion.

Many viewers were disappointed.

The inside of the court.

Leap high.

Racquet waved down.

Loud bang.

The tennis ball hit the edge of the left serve area.

“Step! Step! Step!”

Yukimura moved with all his strength.

At the moment when tennis is about to rush out of the backcourt baseline.

Lean forward.

The arms are raised.

Yukimura swung to meet Shimura’s serve.

Loud bang.

Racquet trembled.

The arm vibrates.

After a short stalemate.

The racquet in Yukimura’s hand was easily knocked away.

“Shimura scored.

“The score is 40:0.

“Seigaku is ahead!”

The referee announced the score.

Ten seconds later.

The rear of the court.

Whoops softly.

Strengthen your legs.

Shimura jumped into the air.

Swing from top to bottom.

Loud bang.

The roar sounded.

Suddenly.

The tennis ball disappeared.

In the case where the vast majority of the audience inside and outside the court cannot discover or even react to it.

The edge of the left serve area.

Smoke rises.

at the same time.

The momentum was amazing, even after the deceleration caused by the impact, it bounced quickly.

“Step! Step!”

Yukimura has just taken less than two steps.

Whoosh whistling.

The tennis rushed out of the baseline.

“Wow!”

The tennis ball finally hit the barbed wire behind the court.

“Shimura scored, this game is over.

“The score is 3:0.”

“Seigaku is ahead!”

“Please exchange courts for both players!”

The referee announced.

On the stands outside the court.

“Okay, I won another game. Seiichi Yukimura, although he is scary, even considered by many players as the most terrifying player, the status and importance of Rikkai University are higher than that of Sanada, but his strength It’s totally incomparable with Shimura!”

“Whether it was Shimura’s catch or serve, those balls Yukimura absolutely couldn’t catch!”

“With another five or six minutes at most, this game will end 々々!”

Cheers from the Seigaku players rang.

The loud voice is full of excitement

Seigaku is directly across from the crowd.

“A complete spike!”

“Minister Yukimura, how far is the gap between him and Shimura?’

Kirihara Akaya.

He and the other Rikkai team members are in completely opposite moods to those of Seigaku.

Pick up serve and lose points.

Tie back serve to lose points.

In the first three games that have been played, Yukimura is at an absolute disadvantage.

The area occupied by all Hyotei.

“Super high-speed spinning serve is a combination of speed sweets and technical sweets, a powerful spinning serve that combines technical sweets with power sweets, and a super high-speed and powerful serve that combines power sweets and speed sweets.”

“The three dessert ball skills can be perfectly integrated, and Shimura has played more than Yukimura’s strength limit. This game, Yukimura lost, and the final result of this game is 6-0!”

Atobe’s determined judgment is very clear.

Two minutes later.

Shimura and Yukimura.

The two of them completed the exchange of courts.

The left side of the backcourt.

Shimura stood straight.

Although Yukimura had the right to serve in the fourth game, Shimura didn’t seem to be wary, and he didn’t seem to take Yukimura’s strength in mind.

“Yukimura, your progress is too small to let me down!”

“Deprived of the five senses, this mental skill was already cracked last year. I didn’t expect you to still rely on this trick now.”

“Through perfect posture and one’s own strength to put pressure on the opponent, so that the opponent gradually loses the sense of touch, vision, and hearing, and then collapses the opponent.”

“This is the principle of deprivation of the five senses.”

Shimura shoots directly at Yukimura.

“The current you cannot give me a trace of pressure. The deprivation of the five senses is completely useless to me. Let alone against me, even for Shangshoujia, Atobe, Akutsu, and Fuji, your current strength cannot bring them. Any pressure.”

“Now you are no longer in the ranks of the top masters in the middle of the country. It is superfluous for you to fight against me with illness, but it makes no difference to abstain!”

“I am no longer interested in this game, serve it, I will end this game in three minutes!”

Shimura said coldly.

The other side of the court.

“Shimurasuke!’

Yukimura gritted her teeth, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

However, he couldn’t refute it either.

In terms of the results of the game, Yukimura is indeed at an absolute disadvantage.

After forcibly suppressing the anger in my heart.

There was a bang.

Yukimura played serve with perfect posture.

Suddenly.

The tennis ball skimmed over the net.

“Step! Step!”

Shimura moved calmly.

“Yukimura, your perfect posture is useless!”

“Whether it is speed, power or rotation, your serve is far inferior to me. No matter how perfect your posture is, such a ball can’t bring even the slightest amount of pressure.

Shimura shook his head and said.

The thumping sound.

After the tennis ball has landed.

Racquet raised.

Do not wave your hand.

Loud banging sound.

The tennis ball disappeared instantly, and then quickly traversed the court under the bag of Fengjian.

Speed ​​dessert.

Power dessert.

Shimura played the serve that contains two dessert ball techniques at the same time.

The dust rises.

The ground trembled.

A violent impact sounded.

The tennis ball finally hit the right corner of the court accurately and heavily.

“Shimura scored!”

“The score is 15:0.”

“Seigaku is ahead!”

The referee with the white hat characteristic of the staff announces the score.

Three minutes later.

Boom!

Serve with a forehand strike.

With a bang.

There was a loud bang.

Tennis shot down the racquet in Yukimura’s hands.

“competition is over!”

“Youth Gakuen Shimurasuke vs. Rikkai Daizu Middle-School Seiichi Yukimura!

“Seigaku wins!”

“The score is 6:0.”

The referee announced loudly.

“Seigaku wins the final of the national competition!”

The referee then announced the result of this round of competition.

Above the court.

“we are the champion!”

“We have completed the national championship series!”

In the cheers of the Seigaku players.

“Step! Step! Step!”

Shimura walked towards the other side of the court.

soon

Shimura walked to Yukimura’s side.

The center of the backcourt.

Yukimura was sitting on the ground, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

“^”I said it!”

“It is the wrong choice to play against me with illness!”

“However, although your progress is much lower than I expected, I respect your fighting spirit. I look forward to your successful operation after the game and stand on court again next year!’

Shimura lowered his head and said.

After the voice fell.

Shimura was walking towards Seigaku who were cheering.

At the moment when he is about to step out of the sideline.

The world rotates.

Scene change.

The cheering Seigaku people disappeared.

Below the court.

“Great, Minister Yukimura defeated Shimura!”

“Deprived of the five senses, this is no longer the minister’s strongest skill. Shimurasuke, he underestimates the minister. Although he is recognized as the strongest player in the country, the minister is the most terrifying!”

On the bench, the Rikkai team members cheered.

Yukimura.

He stood upright.

Shimura fell to the ground.

Below the court.

Seigaku was on the bench.

“Shimura will lose?”

“Dreamland? Yukimura actually developed such a terrible stunt?”

Tejia, Fuji, Kan, Oishi, Kikumaru, Momoji, Kawamura, his faces are full of incredible!

“Step! Step! Step! Step!

After ten moves.

Yukimura walked to Shimura who fell on the ground.

“Speed, power, technology, and even mental power, you are above me, but this does not prevent you from entering a dream of nothingness.”

“Shimura classmates”

“You (Noqian Zhao) will lead Seigaku to the championship in your dream!”

Yukimura whispered!

After half an hour.

“It’s so strong, it’s only because of its superior speed and the foundation far above the Kanto level that these two factors have been included in the national level. The wool pants actually developed a powerful stunt?”

“Rikkai attached, they hide so deep!”

“Minister Shimura is the top player in the country, Vice Minister Tie is the second best player in the country, Fuji is a top master who can compete with the super national player Atobe, Oishi and Kikumaru are the top doubles in the country, and Kanwa Kawamura is a national team. .”

“We at Seigaku this year are stronger than all previous teams in Japan’s history. I didn’t expect us to lose!”

The members of Seigaku lamented.

After nearly two seconds.

“Maori players score.”

“competition is over!”

“Youth Gakuen Fuji Syusuke vs. Rikkai Daizu Middle-School Mōri Juzaburō!”

“Rikkai wins!”

“The score is 7:6.

“In the final of the national competition, Youth Gakuen played against Rikkai Dafu Middle-School. The game ended and the score was three to two. Rikkai Dafu Middle-School won, Rikkai Dafu is the champion of this year!”

The referee’s voice resounded through the court.

Below the court.

Rikkai was attached to the bench.

“Won, we are this year’s champion, we have washed away the shame of losing to Seigaku three times!,

Sanada fisted and said.

“You won!”

Yukimura also had a smile on her face.