The Strongest in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 91 Magician before the net (fifth, please subscribe.)

on court.

Although the referee has not announced the start of the game, Fuji and Hyotei’s Akutakawa Jirou are already standing on their respective courts.

“Akutakawa Jirou of Hyotei.

“According to the data and information that Shimura told me, his basic five dimensions are 2.5. Strength: 2.1. Physical strength: 2.5. Mental strength: 2.2. Technology: 4.1. Five dimensions and 13.3.”

Fuji looked at the guy who was on the other side, who was still in good spirits when he first stepped onto the court, but now he looked as if he was going to be drowsy.

In addition to the spiritual one.

The remaining five-dimensional data of Akutagawa is exactly the same as Fuji in the freshman trials.

“Although it seems that you can fall asleep at any time, but when you encounter a strong and fun opponent, you will wake up and show real strength. He is a volley genius and extremely flexible wrist.”

“The best thing is the volley ball in front of the net. You can use your flexible wrist to volley at will. When in front of the net, you can volley even the ball near your feet. He can be called a magician in front of the net, but it is restrained by my White Whale. ”

“But it just happens to be dead right now!”

Fuji muttered.

There was a deep interest in his face.

Akutakawa Jirou Fuji met the first five-dimensional freshman who was very close to himself.

“The match begins at 310!”

“One game decides the winner!”

“Seigaku Fuji Syusuke vs. Ice Akutakawa Jirou.”

“Hyotei serve!”

The referee’s voice rang.

However, the referee’s voice did not have much effect on Ci Lang, and he still looked drowsy.

“Hey, Cilang, hurry up and wake up!”

“Your opponent is not Ni!”

“Together with Oshitari, it is known as the Fuji Syusuke of Tokyo’s two largest worlds!’

Hato yelled from the audience.

“Genius Fuji?”

Cilang seemed to know that his opponent was Fuji for the first time. His eyes widened, and a look of excitement and excitement emerged in his hazy eyes.

“I know him, he is Shimurasuke with national level strength and Seigaku’s third person from Kunimitsu!”

“A genius as strong as Oshitari!”

Ci Lang looked at the underworld.

“He is across from you.”

“It’s your opponent in this game!”

Minghu said silently.

If he didn’t know Cilang very well, he must think that Cilang was playing tricks on him deliberately at the moment.

Your opponent is likely to be Seigaku’s Fuji.

Minghu had already mentioned this when he asked Ci Lang to warm up outside the venue.

“Genius Fuji?”

“It’s really him!”

Cilang turned his head to look at Fuji, the haziness in his eyes was reduced by more than half, and he said, “I am so happy, I feel excited about my body, and I must do my best this time!”

“Fuji of Seigaku, I will hit you!”

Ci Lang smiled happily.

He didn’t wait for Fuji to respond. After wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth, Cirou took the tennis ball out of his pocket and stared at where Fuji was.

“Okay! Go up after serve!

Ci Lang fisted and said.

Cilang leaned forward and threw the tennis ball high.

At the moment when he hit the tennis ball with his racket, Ci Lang started to rush forward by inertia, and began to run fast, rushing to the front of the net before the tennis ball hits the ground.

“A magician before the net?”

“Although Shimura’s information is definitely not wrong, there are some things I want to verify myself.

Fuji murmured softly.

He has moved to the front of the tennis ball.

The racquet reaches diagonally below the tennis ball.

The arm jerked.

Fuji played a very powerful right-hand chop.

The tennis ball fell directly in the direction of the backhand about two meters away from Cilang.

“Accurate chop in the backhand direction!”

“You are really amazing!

Cilang moved quickly to the left, and then blocked the tennis ball with a backhand racquet.

Gently, the tennis ball landed on the side of the court where (aiaj) Fuji was located, and then quietly stopped on the ground less than one meter away from the net. The powerful spin that Fuji added to the tennis ball seemed to have no effect.

“The spin on the tennis ball was resolved in an instant.”

“It’s really a very flexible wrist.”

Fuji exclaimed in his heart.

He could see very clearly that Ci Lang suddenly shook his wrist when the tennis ball was in contact with racquet. Although the amplitude was not large, the speed was very fast, almost canceling the rotation of the ball in an instant.

“Your return is pretty good?”

Ci Lang smiled and looked at Bu Ni, and said confidently: “But as long as I’m in front of the net, I can volley any return ball!”

“Okay! Do it again!”

Cilang made a fist and returned to the backcourt.

It was also a serve that leaned forward, and Cirou rushed to the front of the tennis ball before Fuji caught the ball again.

Opposite Cilang.

This time Fuji did not immediately hit back at the tennis ball. Instead, he held the racket with both hands. After the tennis ball had begun to land for a while, he did not accumulate his energy to smash the tennis ball out.

The tennis ball’s landing point is directly at the rear right corner of the serve area.

“Isn’t it the ball that landed in front of the net?”

Ci Lang ran to the right quickly, grasping the end of racquet with his right hand stretched out straight.

Bang!

The tennis ball hit Cilang’s racquet heavily, causing Cilang’s arm to move back a short distance, but as Cilang’s wrist twisted like a spring, the tennis ball still reattached to the net and landed on Fuji’s court. .

Ci Lang scored again!

Outside the barbed wire around the court.

“King Hyotei!

“Hyotei will win!”

“Lost Seigaku!”

“Seigaku will lose!”

Seeing Cilang’s amazing performance, the cheering of the Hyotei cheerleaders increased a lot in an instant.

“Good job, Ci Lang!”

“Jiro suppressed Seigaku’s genius!”

“The strength of our Hyotei singles is not comparable to that of doubles!”

“Just win like this!”

The candidates of Hyotei are also very excited.

Fuji was recognized by Professional Tennis Weekly as a genius equivalent to Oshitari. Before the start of the game, Hyotei’s candidates were worried that Cirou would be suppressed, but now it seems that the opposite is true.

It was Fuji who was suppressed.

“Strong reaction ability, extremely flexible wrist, Cilang is a true genius!”

“If Cilang is very sleepy, often avoids training, and only treats tennis as a way of enjoyment, without the training volume and combat awareness of the strong, his strength will never be inferior to Oshitari!”

Atobe smiled and murmured.

He put his fingers on both sides of the bridge of his nose, and stared at the two players on the court.