The Strongest Strategist in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 446 Hand shot!

Although there is no way to compare with the top-level duel just now, the strength of the two people has fully won the respect of all the audience.

“Game, hand Kunimitsu, 4-2.’

The tennis ball flew past Atobe’s racquet and landed just behind him.

“Hands”

After taking a sigh of relief, Atobe glanced over. From just now to now, he has been won by this guy in the match, and now he is driven into desperation by his opponent.

“Atobe, go all out!

As if hearing the other party’s voice, the original hand raised his head and looked at Atobe.

“It’s really a mockery.”

With sarcasm on his face, Atobe’s pupils flashed with a strange brilliance of 880, and he looked up and down at his home. “I wanted to fight you a long time ago. Although playing against you in this place makes my uncle feel very uncomfortable, I still Want to win.”

With another swing, the tennis ball was hit again after Atobe raised his hand, and the delayed tennis ball was hit by Atobe as soon as it started to fall.

“Sorry, although I really don’t want to play against everyone, as a tennis player, I must fulfill my promise!

Although there was a feeling of cold water and ice on his face, there was a pause in the movements of the hands, but it was only an instant.

At the next moment, the sound of the tennis ball rang from the side, and a racquet accurately hit the tennis ball in flight.

The arc of the arm and the proficiency of the movement make people can’t help but shine.

“Handy Kunimitsu, hey!”

(cfdf) Coach Mifune, who was on the coaching seat, suddenly sighed. Similar to top talents like the hand, as the coach of the island nation’s national team, he can’t take the initiative to keep the opponent.

After all, he also knows very well that compared to the island countries, the DE countries have more ear tennis resources, and the style of hand is formed, and the players who have accumulated profound accumulation lack the only opportunity.

“It’s a pity, it’s a pity!”

Peng!

The tennis ball flew the Atobe baseline under the control of the player, and the Atobe serve was easily hit back by it.

Step on!

With rapid footsteps, a net racquet suddenly appeared, and the next moment it hit the tennis ball accurately.

“Shoujia, don’t be delusional!”

Peng!

Racquet hit the tennis ball precisely on the edge, and Atobe hurriedly waved his arm, trying to hit the tennis ball to the opposite corner.

But the tennis ball seemed to be equipped with a navigation system, and was pulled by Tezuka next to his body in the air.

“Hands in the field!”

“There is still no way to break it.”

Off the court, the eyes of many middle school students changed slightly. From the beginning, all of Atobe’s skills have been restrained by this field technique.

Among them, the eyes of Seigaku’s Fuji and Echizen are particularly complicated. Perhaps the two have never thought about how they would feel when they were opponents, the pillar of Seigaku standing opposite the court.

“Accumulate a lot, the current hand is no longer comparable to the hand of the national competition!!

A faint voice came from the side, Renji said with a sigh

Tennis is a comparison of the physical strength of a player, and after the player leaves the house, the strength of the whole person soars as quickly as sitting on Rockets.

To be clear, the man in front of you is called Kunimitsu, the top genius who pressed Yukimura and Sanada back then. During his three-year middle school career, although his strength has been slowly improving, one thing is constantly accumulating.

That is the accumulation of this man. Now that he has reached the right place, his talent has been fully developed.

“It’s close to a world-class field, Atobe… he lost!”

Yukimura, who was beside him, also nodded, his strength also got a qualitative improvement after entering the house, accompanied by a heightened vision.

Above the court, the gap between the two people has gradually been revealed. The personal ability of the hand family also suppressed Atobe in all aspects.

There is no suspense for match a long time ago.

“Game, 5-2. The hand is leading the way”

In ten minutes, the hand broke his hair again and Atobe truly became the lone shadow on the edge of the cliff.

“It’s over, Atobe…”

Shou’s hand was holding a pale yellow tennis ball, palms facing down, and the tennis ball was slowly slapped on the ground.

Zhengshou’s family glanced to the opposite side, but saw a pair of unusually sharp eyes

ps: The recent review, very annoying,