Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 267: Paralysis solves all the bells and whistles (additional update)

"That's right, Shenji, come on, you have to teach that guy who shows off a lesson."

Zong Yan's words directly resonated with the thoughts of everyone at Fudo Peak at this moment. Wakatohiro's deliberately pretentious showmanship just now reminded them of Hyotei's Atobe.

It's even better than Hyokui's Atobe.

After all, Hyotei Akibe is at least a strong player with strength to back him up, and even if he pretends, few people can stop him.

But why should Ruo Renhong do it?
It was also liked by so many girls, including the male compatriots who were watching the game, and they began to get angry at this time.

It’s true that he offended the public!
……

Looking at the two people on the court who were preparing to guess first, Zongyan was not too worried about Ibu Fukaji.

When he was in the first grade, Zong Yan had fought against all of these people, and their strengths varied greatly.

If it weren't for the special relationship with the coach, I'm afraid he wouldn't care about this game at all.

Among the Jojo Shonan team, the strongest ones should be Kamijo Reiji and the director Kajimoto Takahisa.

However, even if they are said to be the strongest, their strength is only at the level of the Kanto Competition.

Not even top-notch.

As for the No. [-] singles Wakato Hiro, in Munuhiko's memory, in the third grade, the opponent's strength probably did not break through to the Kanto Grand Competition level.

The only thing that can be said is that the other party's eyesight and imitation ability are pretty good.

It's a pity that I only learned the surface and didn't study the essence. Instead, I felt that I was very powerful and acted like a tennis star.

In the end, he was educated by Kaoru Kaido.

At this time, on the court, Fuka Ibu touched the string of his racket with his palm. He had no intention of shaking hands with the opponent, and there was no expression on his face.

However, when he glanced at the other party from the corner of his eye, a bit of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Huamura Aoi looked at the two players in front of her who were both trained by herself, and said nothing.

She didn't make any explanation to Ibu Fukaji. She just leaned on the coaching bench and lowered her eyebrows in thought. After scanning around for a few times, a thin murmur came out of her mouth:
"Fukaji, let everyone see the results of your evolution... Wakato, if you still can't change these bad habits of yours, I'm afraid this will be the end of your tennis career... This is also my last lesson for you. …”

"Next, the No. [-] singles match is about to begin. Fudomine Middle School Ibu Fukaji will play against Jojosei Shonan Academy Wakato Hiroshi."

Realizing that he was being ignored, Ruo Renhong couldn't help but said provocatively:
"Don't you have three aces in Fudoho, like Keith, Tachibana and others? How come they don't play, and you are asked to serve as the third singles player like this?"

Ruo Renhong's character is like this. Because he is quite popular in school, he speaks very provocatively and often makes people dissatisfied.

However, tennis is dominated by Tatekai in Kanagawa, and his provocations are generally not noticed by Sanada.

And because he was educated by Sanada, he also restrained himself in front of the other party.

But it's different when it comes to the Kanto Competition.

He doesn't think all opponents are as perverted as Sanada.

"What you did just now seems to have aroused dissatisfaction among many people. I will teach you a lesson on their behalf. I hope you can still be so arrogant after the game."

Leaving a cold word, Fuka Ibu glanced at Wakatohiro indifferently, and then walked back to the teeing area.

Itake Fukaji began to serve.

Since he was ready to teach the opponent a lesson, he was not prepared to hold back at the beginning of the game.

The results of the special training some time ago were displayed.

After tapping the tennis ball lightly and feeling the speed of the tennis ball bouncing, Fukaji grabbed the tennis ball.

He glanced at Ruo Renhong's position opposite him, and then threw the tennis ball up.

Step forward, bend your knees, raise the shot, and take off.

When the tennis ball rose to a high point and fell, Fukaji's racket suddenly swung out from behind and slashed towards the falling tennis ball.

boom!
The tennis ball that left the racket was rotated in a different way, whizzing directly towards Wakatohiro's half of the court!

"This is……"

Zongyan patted Tachibana's shoulder next to him and looked at Ibu Fukaji in the field with a faint smile.

During the special training some time ago, Zongyan asked Ju Juping to teach him his serving skills.

Sidespin serve!

Zongyan thought that he might not want to be exposed so soon, but he didn't expect Fuka Ibu to perform this stunt directly in the service game.

It is conceivable that at this time, Shenji fully believed in victory.

boom!
The tennis ball bounced directly towards the opponent's face when it hit the ground. Ruo Renhong was startled and hurriedly avoided it.

"ACE, Itake Fukaji, 15-0."

The next few shots were exactly the same, and when Fukaji continued to hit side-spin serves, it was obvious that his control of this shot was getting better and better.

When changing scenes, Shenji passed by Wakatohiro.

"It turns out that you are only at this level. It seems that it is still too difficult for you to use this serve... If I had known better, I would not have played. I thought the players in the Kanto Tournament would be better..."

After saying that, Fukaji left.

Hearing Ibu Fukaji's harsh words, Ruo Renhong narrowed his eyes:
"Very good! Since you are as arrogant as Saeki Munuhiko, let me decide who you will compete with first."

"Yes, I think this should be pretty good."

As he spoke, Ruo Renhong took out a folded white ball cap from his pocket and threw it high into the sky.

Snapped!
He raised his right hand and landed on the court with a snap of his fingers.

"Change... body!"

"AII RIGHT..."

Seeing his actions, the cheerleaders on the sidelines screamed the last word to him, followed by another burst of violent cheers.

Putting the ball cap on his head, Ruo Renhong's originally frivolous eyes suddenly became sharp, and even his aura became more solid.

"This guy is a clown, right? What's the use of his actions like that?"

Looking at Wakato Hiroshi hitting the tennis ball on the service line, Kamio Akira couldn't help but complain.

However, Keith and Tachibana, who were more sensitive, had a hint of surprise on their faces at this moment. They felt the change in each other's momentum.Does this so-called transformation really have an effect?

They set their sights on Zongyan. With his strong foresight and familiarity with tennis, Zongyan's seemingly omniscient image has been established in the hearts of everyone at Fudo Peak.

"Look carefully, you will know what is going on right away." Saeki Munuhiko did not deliberately correct this image.

"If you still don't understand that simply imitating the surface is not enough, then your tennis journey will really end here."

Huamura Aoi put her right leg on top of her left leg, a trace of unbearability flashed across her face.

Although she is now Fudamine's coach, Jocheni Shonan is where her career started after all.

Of course, he is also serious about the training of everyone in Chengcheng Shonan.

However, the initial contact, as well as the communication and training results with Munuhiko, Tachibana, Keith and others at Fudo Peak, made her understand.

A person's natural ability will really determine his upper limit, although perfect training can bring out all his potential.

But what is very unfair is that a person’s upper limit is actually determined at the very beginning.

Hanamura Aoi lowered her eyelids, and the expression in her eyes kept fluctuating. If she hadn't come into contact with geniuses like Zong Yan, she wouldn't have understood their terrifying talents.

I am afraid that I will also form my own cognitive impairment in the days to come.

Therefore, Aoi Hanamura, who has thought about this clearly, is really grateful to Munehiko Saeki.

……

Whoa!

The tennis ball was thrown into the sky, and Ruo Renhong swung the racket and pulled it towards the side at high speed from behind.

boom!
A high-pressure volley ball with considerable force flew down.

Seeing this, Ibu Fukaji raised his eyebrows slightly.

"High-pressure volley ball?"

There was a hint of sneer in the corner of his mouth. He could not be more familiar with this kind of serve. When Zongyan was training him, this was the most basic serve.

Compared to Saeki Munuhiko's high-pressure volley ball, Wakatohiro's move was still far behind.

As the thoughts in his heart fluctuated, Shenji's body jumped out instantly.

boom!
The moment the tennis ball bounced off the ground, it was hit back with topspin.

"So fast!"

Ruo Renhong's narrow eyes narrowed, and now he became completely serious, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Tatata!
His steps were quite steady. After catching up with the tennis ball, he held the racket with both hands and pulled backhand from a wide angle.

boom!
The tennis ball was pulled back diagonally by him.

This is the ability of Hewett, the long-ago professional player whom he is now imitating.

A wide forehand and a backhand that is shot with both hands.

And...the foot power that can save any ball.

However, such ability is limited to professional player Hewett himself.

Wakatohiro was just a lookalike, and Ibu Fukaji didn't pay attention to the opponent's movements at all. He quickly caught up with the ball and hit it back with another backspin.

In this way, from the beginning of the game to the present, Itake Fukaji's counterattacks have been using topspin and backspin alternately. Even if there is a chance to smash and score, it is still the same.

Even if Wakatohiro once again imitated the tennis styles of Sampras, Agassi, Ivani Cevic, Kurten and others, Ibu Fukaji still stubbornly played his own tennis.

Second round.

The third round.

……

boom!
When the game reached the sixth game, Iwu Fukaji's wrist flicked, the racket drew an arc in the air, and another backspin ball flew towards Wakatohiro.

"hateful!"

Ruo Renhong, who had lost points continuously and could not gain the upper hand even through imitation, let out a roar.

If he hadn't realized that Itake Shinji was completely teasing him by now, then he was too slow.

The angle and direction of each of his counterattacks are different.

But Itake Fukaji hit the tennis ball to the same position!

However, just when he was about to transform again and fight, Shenji, who had always been indifferent, suddenly smiled.

"Finish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the moment the tennis ball hit the ground, when Ruo Renhong wanted to fight back, he found that his arm was completely unable to use the strength.

"Hands, arms can't move!"

boom!
The tennis ball passed directly through Ruo Renhong's side and hit the iron net!

"Fudomine Ibu Fukaji scores, the score is 4-2!"

"Little devil, what did you do!"

Although Ruo Renhong didn't know what happened to him, he understood that the sudden paralysis of his arm was definitely caused by the kid in front of him.

……

"Game, Fudoho wins, the score is 6-2!"

"What you call imitations are all flashy things. If the people you imitate are only as strong as you, then I, Ibu Fukasaki, can completely restrain them!!"

After saying that, Shenji left the stage without looking back.

……

ps: "Ask for monthly ticket"

(End of this chapter)