The Great Demon King of Internet

Chapter 64, a fateful showdown (fourth update)

In the afternoon, Setsuna Hata came alone to the venue where Seigaku played against Nagoya Seitoku.

We chose a relatively remote location but with a great perspective.

After a while, Nanjiro came over with his face covered and wearing wooden clogs.

Seeing Setsuna, he raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Kid, why did you come here alone? Didn't you watch the battle with your Yamabuki members?"

"The viewing angle here is good and it's quiet. Don't you think so too, Mr. Nanjiro?"

"Really? Why do I feel like you came to me specifically? Let me make it clear first, no matter what happens to you, I will not help that old man's grandson."

"It's rare to meet the legendary samurai sir. Even just chatting with him will benefit you a lot."

"Hmph~ Even if you can talk, what do you want to talk about?"

"Let's talk about why Mr. Nanjiro gave up the decisive battle with my teacher."

"You're talking about that US Open final, the one with Federer?"

Nanjiro scratched his armpit: "How should I put it? At that time, I already had a new goal. The so-called title of No. 1 in the world didn't interest me, so I gave up. Besides, I'm not fighting with your teacher. Anyway, he is no match for me!"

"Mr. Nanjiro was talking about the business invitational competition, but that time..."

Nanjiro shook his head and smiled: "What do you want to say? You don't want to say that your teacher is not in good condition, so I can take advantage of him, right?"

"Kid, didn't your teacher tell you that I released the water? When his condition declined, I also adjusted his strength and speed to the same level as him. I didn't take advantage of him. He is Eagle Eye, It’s not like you can’t even tell whether I’ve released the water or not.”

moment:"……"

"I'm a second-hand player, and Federer can't do his forehand, so how can he fight me?"

moment:"……"

"Moreover, his condition in the first set was still good, and he tried his best, but he started to slump in the second set."

moment:"……"

"However, let's admit it for the time being, his 'taking advantage' is a skill, although it is of no use to me. In addition, I still remember his divine rebelliousness and divine remnant, which can compete with my ancient and modern unparalleled skills. You can't find a few in the entire professional tennis world. Forget about your teacher's divine rebelliousness, I think you have to pay a price for that divine remnant move. It's not an exaggeration to call him the strongest backhand! Well, that's it His backhand is better than mine.”

moment:"……"

"But after fighting for so many years, doesn't he just have these tricks? He has no new tricks, so I don't want to fight him."

Setsuna sighed: "No wonder the teacher remembers you for so long, Mr. Nanjiro."

I see, I felt something was wrong before. Although Uncle Federer is the number one in the world, it is not that he has never lost.

Why is it that Dudu is so worried about the loss to Nanjiro that he even wants to chase after him to find a place for him after he retires?

If he was not in good condition and Nanjiro tried his best to beat him like this, he might not care.

But he was betrayed by a rookie who had just entered the professional tennis world! Haven't won yet.

With his terrible self-esteem, he will definitely remember this incident for the rest of his life.

"Then, my teacher came to Neon specifically to find out about you..."

Nanjiro said helplessly: "I've seen the news. Before he flew to Neon, I settled in the United States. I wouldn't let this matter be publicized all over the world, otherwise I would be annoyed by the paparazzi. Well! No more talking, the little devils are here."

On the court, players from Seigaku and Nagoya Seitoku lined up to shake hands.

At this moment, the anxious voice of a middle-aged uncle came from behind Setsuna.

"Hurry! Hurry! The singles are about to begin!"

"Inoue... Inoue-senpai, wait for me..."

The short-haired beauty ran out of breath.

Inoue Mamoru couldn't stop complaining in his heart. He was assigned an outing mission from above, which caused him to spend nearly a month covering a public event abroad. When he came back, there were only two Neon Junior High School national conferences left. .

It feels like a real loss of blood.

Inadvertently, I saw the figure of Hatada Setsuna.

Eh? Is he the Demon King of Yamabuki?

Subconsciously, he changed direction and rushed towards Setsuna's place.

After getting closer, I discovered that there was a short-haired middle-aged man wearing a monk's robe next to him, who looked inexplicably familiar.

When Nanjiro saw a beautiful woman dripping with sweat running towards her, he couldn't help but blow a rogue whistle.

Inoue Mamoru suddenly remembered: "Are you Mr. Nanjiro? The legendary samurai!"

Shiba Saori said angrily: "What? This salty uncle is the samurai Nanjiro?"

"Hey, miss, what you said is so rude!"

"You whistled! I heard you!"

Ignoring the noise of several people, he immediately looked into the field.

"S3 singles, Youth Academy, Fuji Shusuke. Nagoya Seitoku, E. Seyfried, please be ready to play." …………

Fuji Shusuke carefully observed the imposing Seyfried opposite him, and couldn't help but recall the scene a few days ago.

Just after the second round, Inui Sadaharu came back with a solemn expression.

"Hyotei was defeated, losing to Nagoya Seitoku 0:3. Atobe played in the second singles and lost to a player named Noah."

"How is it possible?" Kikumaru asked in surprise: "Hyotei's arrogant minister actually lost?"

You know, Atobe once put Tezuka into a tough fight, and his strength is obvious to everyone.

"The comprehensive strength of Nagoya Seitoku far exceeds that of our youth academy. We must decide the outcome in the first three games to have a chance to enter the finals!"

Tezuka nodded: "Agan, we trust your analysis. It's up to you to decide how to set up the formation!"

…………

On the court, Seyfried felt inexplicably irritable as he looked at the narrowed eyes of the opponent walking onto the field.

I don’t know why, but I subconsciously hate the opponent. It always feels like a fateful duel.

It's strange, it's obviously the first time I see this narrow-eyed person, but I want to completely defeat him from the bottom of my heart!

"Berti, I want to be serious about this, so it won't affect your plan."

Berti shook his head: "It doesn't matter, just do whatever you want."

The set was decided by Seyfried's first set.

snort! Let you poor people from backward countries experience our German tennis!

"German Iron Chariot!"

boom! The racket was swung vigorously, playing a piece of heavy metal music with the tennis ball.

The posture is very similar to the heavy artillery serve, but the power is more pure and concentrated.

With a huge roar, the tennis ball charged towards Fuji Shusuke's position with an overwhelming momentum.

It was as if a steel chariot was rushing over.

"Mayfly shroud!"

Fuji's mind froze, his eyes opened slightly, and he decisively used the fourth counterattack, incorporating this powerful serve into the racket.

"What a hard serve."

Even with the unloading force of the mayfly shroud, the racquet net made an overwhelmed creaking sound.

But in the end, he failed to break through Fuji's defense and was put into a tricky position.

"too slow!"

Seyfried's face was full of wanton laughter, and he quickly rushed to the landing point of the tennis ball. He swung a precise short ball and launched a compact frontcourt offensive.

From his movements and counterattacks, it can be seen that Seyfried has a solid foundation and skillful skills.

He is worthy of being an international student from a tennis powerhouse, with such a sharp attacking rhythm!

It's a pity that compared with that man, your offensive is not enough.

Fuji quickly rushed to the front court and lifted the tennis ball high as it hit the ground for the second time.

"Successful!"

Seyfried leapt high and smashed the ball confidently into the dead center of the Fuji court.

A breeze seemed to be rippling on the court, and Fuji was ready with his back turned, holding the racket with both hands, aiming at the trajectory of the tennis ball and raising it high.

"Qilin is caught!"

"0:15"

The change in situation instantly disrupted Seyfried's rhythm.

He thought that this smash ball would definitely score points, but he did not expect that Fuji would hit him back in such an unexpected way, so he was not prepared to deal with it.

Thinking back to when he was caught chasing Qilin, he was already beyond his reach.

"Players from a tennis desert country actually have such skills?"

Although Fuji's performance was not enough to make Seyfried feel like a powerful enemy, it also made him regain his contempt.

　This chapter can be regarded as filling in a hole, and talk about the reason why Federer hates Nanjiro so much, although no one has discovered this hole.

　　All updates completed today!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)