The Strongest Strategist in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 208 The finals open!

“Old man”

The duel slowly came to an end in the exhaustion of time. Echizen Ryoma, who was on the side of the court, watched the match on the ball extremely shockingly.

The trend of crushing is simply crushing.

This is the first time he has watched an old man’s match as a bystander.

So strong, in his heart, now only exists in this one thought.

From the match to the present, Kintaro hasn’t even won the initiative once.

“Uncle, you are so good? Better than the old woman.”

Kintaro’s face was covered with sweat, and his mouth was gasping.

“Old woman!? Isn’t it?”

Nanjiro’s pupils shrank, and he noticed the racquet in Kintaro’s hand, and couldn’t help thinking of a character in his heart.

“This is your heir.

Nanjiro didn’t speak, but thought secretly in his heart.

Stubble God once.

Let Kintaro in the distance catch the opportunity.

“Uncle, I’m welcome.”

Kintaro’s eyes lit up, his lips couldn’t help but he leaped high, and the next second racquet poked out toward the front.

The airflow that was stirred up by Kintaro began to gather in the court, with a smile on his face.

“Super invincible and absolutely delicious Big Wheel Mountain Storm!’

boom

Carrying a tennis ball in his arm, he smashed towards the front!

“Boy, playing tennis, are you happy”

Nanjiro’s eyes glanced, and there was no slight change on his face, but his aura was completely different, and his lips murmured.

dignified

The oppressive force, this is the battlefield that belongs to the samurai Nanjiro!

“this..”

Vaguely, Echizen Ryoma on the side saw the white light behind Nanjiro.

The counterattack carrying all the power of Kintaro, under Nanjiro’s understatement, steadily caught.

“how come?”

After landing, Kintaro’s face was shocked, and his mouth couldn’t help but he said unacceptably.

“Little devil head, how far is it?

Nanjiro just raised his hand slightly, and the tennis ball had disappeared, and it was already at Kintaro’s feet to reappear.

You don’t need to exert too much effort. To be honest, this group of boys is far from it.

“Boy, how many days are there for your national competition?’

Suddenly feeling in my heart, he asked Kintaro on the opposite side.

“Three days, there should be three days left.

Kintaro replied blankly, wondering why the uncle in front of him asked.

“That’s it.”

Nodded, Nanjiro glanced at Echizen Ryoma and Kintaro.

“If that’s the case, you two, go with me, the old man, to practice for two days.”

“Cultivation?”

“Really?”

Three days later

The final venue of the national competition!

People from the two teams slowly entered the field, and the audience was already sitting around.

Most of the contestants from major schools, this time the match, obviously, everyone is not willing to miss it.

“It really deserves to be the finals. There are so many people here.”

“Seigaku, Hyotei. Yamabuki Middle-School is here.

Some viewers looked at the people around and couldn’t help but start to speak in shock.

……For flowers………

“This time the protagonist of the match is not us. Take a good look, Hiyoshi, you will lead the team next year.

In the stands, Atobe noticed the two teams in the player’s seat, and said to Hiyoshi Wakashi on the side.

“Yes, this is our last year.”

Oshitari sighed a little, time passed by, but he didn’t expect to come to the present in a blink of an eye.

“I didn’t expect you to come too!”

Just as Atobe wanted to continue talking, a voice came from behind.

Eye-catching

It is the brown hair of the headed person, Seigaku-hand family Kunimitsu. Behind him, he also followed Seigaku’s other positive elections.

“Seigaku people, are you still watching the match?”

Before Atobe spoke, Mukahi Gakuto on the side had already spoken.

“Heh, you are allowed to see, are we not allowed to come?”

“You guy!”

Taocheng on the side was not weak in momentum, and he answered the other party’s words one by one.

“Okay, Yueren!”

“Let’s stop here, Taocheng!”

Atobe and Shoujia stared, and at the same time opened their mouths to their respective players, not continuing to speak quickly.

…

“The finals of the xxth National Competition, organized by Rikkai Middle-Schoolvs Shitenhouji, start now!”

Soon, the time has come, the execution of match referee does not waste time, and directly announces it.

“Has it started?”

In the Rikkai camp, Renji squeezed the racquet in his hand and looked at Shitenhouji’s coach, Watanabe Xiu. and.