The Strongest Player in Sports

Chapter 438 : Go, Tezuka Kunimitsu (3/7)

“Too despicable!”

“Using protracted war on purpose!”

“Don’t you dare to compete in an upright manner!”

The surrounding audience shouted cursing.

Seeing Noah and Gorgia’s plan.

Obviously, he wanted to take advantage of the fact that he was fighting alone, and to use the protracted battle to drag him down abruptly.

“mean!”

“The guy who is in danger!”

Oishi clenched their fists and glared at the two Australians.

“This is a match!”

“There is no danger!”

Zongshen spoke calmly, interrupting several people’s words.

Tennis is a competitive match.

The players on both sides struggled for victory.

Grasping the opponent’s fatal flaws and launching a fierce attack are the most basic qualities of a player.

So it has nothing to do with despicableness.

“hateful!”

Although they knew this, they were still angry.

On the field.

The “four seven three” match continued.

33–33!

The scores of the two sides were even, and the winner was still not determined.

boom!

Gorgia jumped and smashed.

The tennis ball with strong force burst out and penetrated the court.

Shoujia endured the severe pain and wanted to fight back.

But he used zero serve too many times, and his arm could no longer support.

When racquet catches the Let ball.

Heart-piercing pain spread all over the body from his arms.

“what–”

A stern roar came from the mouth of the hand.

thump!

He fell on his knees, clutching his shoulders, and his face was full of pain.

“Hands!”

“Are you OK?”

“Cheer up!”

Everyone in Seigaku stood up, and then rushed towards the field.

Seeing this, the hand raised his head suddenly, with determination in his eyes, and glanced at everyone: “Don’t come over, the match is not over yet!”

Finished.

He leaned on his shoulders and stood up tremblingly.

He didn’t want to give up.

Because this is his battle.

In my heart, I believe that Yukimura will be able to recover and the victory belongs to them.

“Hands!”

Oishi clenched his fists.

But now he has no choice but to be anxious.

Didi!

The referee on the side blew a whistle to signal that the match was temporarily terminated.

“Hand player, do you want to continue the comparison?”

Seeing his pale face and swollen hands, Referee sighed and asked.

He couldn’t imagine what it was that made this young man persist until now.

“continue!’

Shoujia nodded his head and didn’t give up.

Referee nodded, but out of humanitarianism, time out for three minutes.

“What a respectable opponent!”

Noah looked at the depressed back of the hand and sighed.

But the idea of ​​protracted war has not changed.

Because he must win for Australia.

Off the court.

The hand is sitting on the seat with an ice pack on his arm.

“Shoujia give up!”

“You can’t continue to compare!”

Oishi came to the front and said excitedly.

If it continues, Shoujia’s arms may really be permanently damaged due to high consumption.

Shoujia was silent, but the determination in his eyes remained unchanged.

Three minutes later, he stood up again.

“Hands!’

Fuji opened his arms and blocked it.

Knowing that it will be very dangerous to continue the comparison.

“With your current state, the probability of winning is!”

Inui Sadaharu pushed his glasses and said in a deep voice.

“Everyone!”

After a long silence, Tejia looked up and looked at everyone in Seigaku: “This is my match. Please let me fight to the end. Please!”

Everyone trembled and looked at the hand with sadness.

Then he nodded.

Because they know that this is the decision of the hand family.

“Kunimitsu!”

Zongshen’s voice came, and he looked at the home with a calm face, and finally slowly said: “Don’t lose!”

“Yes!”

The hands were stagnant, and then nodded.

“Come on, hands!

I don’t know when, Kawamura Takashi came to the high platform and waved the team’s flag vigorously.

The roar spread throughout the audience and awakened everyone.

The audience also broke out.

“Hand kid, don’t give up!”

“Go on, defeat the opponent and win the team!”

“Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng!”

The sound of encouragement resounded through the sky, and everyone’s eyes were full of encouragement when they looked at the hand.

The match continues.

boom!

boom!

boom!

There was a fierce batting sound, and the tennis ball flew on the court.

Shoujia is still insisting.

Even if the arm is about to be numb.

But he still did not give up, hitting the ball back again and again.

“hateful!”

“How can this guy persist until now!”

Gorgia returns the ball again

The gaze at the Shoujia was full of shock.

He couldn’t imagine what kind of belief was in the hands of the hand.

Can hold on to them for so long.

“continue!”

Noah growled.

I can feel that the hands have reached their limits, as long as they persist, the victory will definitely belong to them.

boom!

Seeing the ball hit back by his hand, Noah swung fiercely.

There was a dull hit, and the tennis ball fell heavily in front of the hand.

“Woo~”

The hands were panting, cold sweat was dripping.

His arm was already numb, and he couldn’t even feel the pain.

Facing the ball, rely on the last faith to wave racquet.

boom!

The ball flashed and landed against the net.

Zero chop.

35–36!

Shoujia leads again.

but!

After hitting the ball, racquet slipped from his hands and hit the ground heavily.

He has reached the limit.

Even racquet can’t hold it.

“Very good!”

A hint of joy flashed in the eyes of Noah and Gorgia.

Now Yukimura is in the dead of five senses, and the hand of the hand loses consciousness again, and victory is in sight.

what!

Gorgia swung his pat without hesitation.

The tennis ball was blasted at the gap between the two and ejected at the extreme speed.

“Yukimura!”

“give it to you!”

The hand raised his head, letting the sweat slip off.

His eyes closed slowly.

At this time, he still believed in his companions, believing that the victory must belong to them in 5.1.

“Um!,

“Victory must belong to us!”

Gentle and decisive voice resounded through the audience.

An afterimage cut through the court, and when it appeared, it was already blocked in front of the tennis ball.

Blue curly hair, soft face, sharp and decisive eyes.

It’s Yukimura!

He was sober at the moment of his death.

With the expectations of the family, and the desire of the two for victory, they launched a Thunder strike.

“I got this ball for my hand!

Yukimura drank.

He clenched the racquet tightly with his arms and waved violently with all his strength.

boom!

An ear-splitting explosion sounded, and the tennis ball ran through the court like a crimson light, blasting to the ground fiercely.

And bounce at the extreme speed, rushing out.

35–37!

7–6!

The match is over!

The hand Yukimura combination wins!!!.