The Strongest Strategist in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 230 The way to the future!

Earlier than he thought, and more decisive, Coach Mifune plugged the hip flask in his hand and looked at the match in the court.

Nanjiro’s shot is better than Oni and Byodoin

Because, this guy in front of him, whether it is a ghost and a Byodo-in Temple, forming a real momentum of crushing, there is still a certain degree of difficulty. A poorly controlled one will have a great impact, and I am afraid it will be like the German who just entered u-17 back then. Chuan general.

If it is not protected by ghosts, the consequences will be…unthinkable!

monument

boom

The speed of the fierce battle on the court is so fast that the surrounding people can’t catch it. The tennis ball that two people hit back with full force will have a lot of pits after hitting the ground, especially for Renji who has not yet reached the limit of power control.

“teenager!”

Nanjiro’s voice came from the opposite side, only to see his racquet slashing forward again, and a tennis ball passed through Renji’s eyes as if it had come to another dimension.

call

A hair fell slowly, as if it had been cut.

“That one was just now”

At that moment, as if facing half of life and death, what was in front of him was not that sloppy uncle, but a samurai holding a katana.

“A different dimension of Samurai Nanjiro?”

There was a break in my heart, and I couldn’t help but think of the other party’s words just now, “My way of tennis?”

boom

boom

With a thought, he waved his arms again, and racquet swung towards the flying tennis ball.

But a sharp look looked at himself, leaving Renji staying for a while, and then missed the counterattack again.

“4-0, boy!”

Nanjiro’s voice came again, and in Renji’s eyes, the other party once again returned to the appearance of the uncle just now, switching freely in a different dimension and normal state.

“This guy has been away from tennis for so many years. I didn’t expect it.” Mifune, who could see clearly in the stands, was extremely complicated. He was even born at this moment. Now Nanjiro is going to participate in a professional match. Is there any hope of getting no and 1?

Compared with Mifune’s worry, Renji on court felt uneasy at this moment.

“The look in my eyes just now, I hope I think more!”

At the moment of counterattack, he seemed to see a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes with evil spirits. That’s why he missed the best return path at that moment.

“but ”

Renji waved his arm again and hit the tennis ball, just

The tennis ball did not cross the net, but hit in front of the net. The moment he waved his arm, he saw the eyes again.

“The samurai pupil!”

These words suddenly appeared in his mind, and at the same time he read them out.

“Hey, boy, you actually know.”

The other party smiled slightly, showing what it should have been, but he was still a little surprised.

“At the beginning, after the duel with the seniors, some professional players once said similarly, so in that era, there was a famous samurai pupil! I was right, senior Nanjiro.” Renji said solemnly. .

“Nowadays young people really know so much, I don’t remember a little bit, I didn’t expect anyone to know!”

Nanjiro shook his head. The other party’s opinion made him a little surprised. You must know that these things are all more than ten years ago. The passage of time can always bury everything. Can’t resist the erosion of time.

However, fortunately, he can still play a little role now. At least, he sees the hope of rising.

so!

boom

When he saw Renji serve hit the net again, he opened his mouth and said, “Boy, this won’t work!”

….00

“call!”

Renji also exhaled, and he had already hit the opponent’s plan without knowing it, or is this a premeditated opponent’s plan?

The hint of spiritual power, by virtue of his extraordinary spiritual power may not be without

“This is not yips, and I am not very good at that!” Nanjiro reminded as if he could see through Renji’s mind.

Renji let out a puzzled voice, and asked again, “Then what is this?”

“It depends on you, Sao Nian, is the match almost over?”

Nanjiro’s face didn’t matter, but the expectation in his eyes was deeply buried.

It wasn’t a mental attack. Renji didn’t doubt it. The man in front of him couldn’t calculate himself in this way.

“brush!”

Waving his arm, he no longer fears in his heart. He needs to see clearly, not only the principle of the opponent’s move, but also his own future and his own tennis way. and.