The Strongest Strategist in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 83 Go to war

“Hey, you will lose in a while!”

As soon as they arrived at the court, Kuwabara and Marui heard such a voice. Upon closer inspection, they happened to be opponents in this match.

“Really? Let’s have a good insight!” Marui and the two looked at each other, not at all angry, and said to them in a tone called encouragement.

“We don’t want to win too easily.”

“You will see.”

The two people’s dismissive attitude made Ishida very annoyed. You must know that in the regional competition, even Seigaku-did not dare to underestimate them.

“Don’t worry, we will definitely win, Ishida!”

The voice that came next to Ishida’s voice was exactly Ishida’s partner, Sakurai.

Sweeping back and forth between the two of the opponent’s body, looking for the weakness of the two

Soon, sweat ran from his forehead, and the other side felt like a hedgehog. There was no way to start.

“What’s the matter?” As if it was a change from Sakurai, Ishida on the side asked a little bit?

“No, nothing, wait for the match.” Sakurai shook his head vigorously, saying that he was okay.

match starts soon

on court..

Kuwana is behind and Marui is in front.

Familiar position, eyes looking opposite the court, stable breath. After the two entered the court, they quickly entered the state.

“Kwabara, I will leave the tennis behind me later.”

Marui turned the racquet in his hand, and spoke to Kuwana behind him.

It is a kind of trust to give one’s back to others, and there is no need to question the degree of trust in Kuwana and Marui behind him.

“Um!

While agreeing, Kuwabara threw the racquet on his handle high behind him.

Bend down and point your toes on the ground.

Then racquet fell.

A streamer flies away

“So fast serve!”

On court, the tennis ball had passed through their defend before the two had reacted.

“Is this Rikkai’s great strength?”

Sakurai at the back of the court, his face was serious, and the racquet he was holding in his hand was already sweating coldly. The blow from the opponent just now gave him no time to react.

The opponent is terribly strong…

Judging from the sense of oppression on the two of them, he had never encountered it before.

boom,

boom,

After a hit was scored, there were two more serve. Although Sakurai tried his best to make a counterattack, he still failed to catch it.

“40-0.

Referee’s voice also reached everyone’s ears.

“His serve is very fast, Sakurai, let me pick up his serve.”

Glancing at Sakurai behind him, Ishida Tetsudo made a bad cry and walked to the position of his teammate, assuming the responsibility of catching the ball.

Patter

For the fourth time, Kuwana’s serve arrived, hit the ground and quickly ejected.

Ishida was ready to see the tennis ball just over the court. A pair of racquet also firmly blocked the flying tennis ball. The crisp sound of hitting the ball was uploaded from his racquet, and racquet raised his hand with a wave. Was beaten over.

“Good job, Ishida!”

Everyone is happy

Even Ishida on the court did the same, but the Rikkai people on the court just sneered.

At the next moment, Marui, who was on the front of the court, stepped out quickly. When the tennis ball had just crossed the center line, his body chased him at a terrifying speed, hitting the tennis ball hard.

…For flowers

Patter

one strike

Fight against Sakurai and Ishida’s defender on the side.

“1-0, Rikkai takes the lead.”

The position of the tennis ball flew out under the baseline, and the two of them had no time to defend.

“This is the end?”

The match in the first round was really too fast.

It probably took no more than two minutes before and after, and one game was lost.

“Don’t be afraid, it’s our serve game now. We just took care of it. We will definitely win this time.” Ishida, who returned to the front of the court again, found Sakurai with a strange mood.

………….0

“Um,”

Sakurai nodded, and said nothing more.

Holding the tennis ball in his hand, he looked at the two people on the opposite side of the court. Racquet lifted it up, and Racquet hit the tennis ball heavily.

With the crisp sound of hitting the ball, after thousands of serve movements, the tennis ball on the handle was skillfully hit.

The tennis ball was beaten easily and landed at Kuwana’s feet.

“Chop serve?”

Slightly raised his interest, racquet blocked a return attack intact, and then turned his wrist and his arm used racquet in an arc.

The contact between the tennis ball and racquet formed a strong rotation and flew towards Sakurai on the side.

“bring it on ”

After losing points in a row, this time, I couldn’t be as embarrassed as I was just now.

“Give it to me.

Two steps toward the front, as if blocking the tennis’s best return line, the tennis ball will be hit in the next second. and