Make Akutsu Jin Cry At the Start

Chapter 37 World Class Skills-American Pirates

“You mean, Senyu Shinji is hanging?”

Saitō Itaru asked.

“Hard to say!”

Kurobe Yukio shook his head: “Byōdōin Hōō is strong, but Senyu Shinji is not weak.”

“From the game in the morning, Senyu Shinji is at least a national pinnacle player, and has mastered half-step professional skills.”

“The two are evenly matched.”

As the tactical instructor of the U17 training camp, his vision is definitely top-notch keen.

“Is that so?”

Saitō Itaru nodded thoughtfully.

Immediately afterwards.

His eyes turned to the court again.

The two equally prominent figures seemed so distinct.

Saito couldn’t help laughing out loud: “It’s really interesting!”

A close match is the cornerstone for the players to go further.

They would love to see this situation emerge.

……

The game started punctually at 3 o’clock in the afternoon.

The twelve teams will all decide the final qualifier. Although Tezuka and others want to watch Senyu Shinji’s match, they have to work hard to qualify.

There is also one of them who keeps his eyes on the A court from time to time, and that is the former Minister of Hyotei-Tsukimitsu Ochi.

“The group finals will be held next, please prepare to enter the arena!”

In an instant.

The loud broadcast sound spread throughout Ueno Park.

Senyu Shinji stood up, took the racquet, and walked into the playing field.

Byōdōin Hōō also walked to the center of the court with a face full of coldness.

“call out!”

Before Byōdōin Hōō could react, Senyu Shinji suddenly turned his racquet: “I choose the inside.”

The net racquet turned fast and clanging in the sun, and finally pointed to the infield.

“The game starts, Senyu Shinji player, serve!”

The referee sitting on the high platform immediately announced the result.

“What are you waiting for?”

At this time, Senyu Shinji raised his head slightly and looked at Byōdōin Hōō: “I’m going to serve.”

Talking.

Without turning his head back, he walked directly to the court baseline.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

An orderly flapping sound spread throughout the court.

Byōdōin Hōō’s eyes narrowed slightly, his heart was burning with anger, and this guy didn’t put himself in his eyes at all.

He didn’t even ask his opinion before Guessing.

Now, he just wants to completely blow up this damn kid!

Without any hesitation, Byōdōin Hōō walked directly to the receiving area.

“Snapped!”

At this moment, Senyu Shinji throws the tennis ball.

Jumping up, racquet slammed into the tennis ball.

“boom–!”

A series of behaviors can be described as fluent.

Even the head coaches of U17 training camp Yukio Kurobe and Saitō Itaru couldn’t help but shine.

This serve posture is almost as standard as a textbook.

“Wow! So fast!”

“This boy is incredible.”

“It’s amazing.”

The audience outside the venue was shocked.

Compared to the quasi-serving posture of the nose cancer, what they care more about is the speed of the ball.

From the moment it was shot out, only the afterimage was left.

The speed is at least 200km/h, and even the fastest.

“what?”

On court, Byōdōin Hōō’s face was stern.

Among the national-level players he has played against with such super high-speed serve, I am afraid that only Tsukimitsu Ochi can beat him.

Tohno Atsukyo did not lose unjustly.

“Serve is very powerful, but it is impossible for me to lose…”

Huh!

Byōdōin Hōō tapped his toes, his figure went straight to where the ball fell.

The whole person’s momentum burst out instantly.

It was an overbearing power that crossed the world and was invincible.

How arrogant and domineering!

“boom–!”

Next second.

Byōdōin Hōō swung his arms fiercely, leaning forward, and racquet swung directly at the tennis ball in the air.

A shuddering evil spirit erupted from the racquet.

The tennis ball filled with unprecedented power set off a tornado, sweeping the audience like a tsunami.

World-class football skills-American pirates.

boom!

The tennis ball exudes endless radiance like a surge.

Swept with the momentum of the tsunami.

It was as if Senyu Shinji were to be completely destroyed.

This is a world-class skill created by Byōdōin Hōō at the national peak.

It was precisely by this trick that he stepped into the half-step professional field.

“boom–!”

The tennis ball hit the ground heavily and spread out like waves.

No one can tell which is a ball, just like any wave is a ball.

This is the horror of world-class football skills-American pirates.

“Oh.”

“On this basis, do you want to beat me too?”

“I think too much.”

Senyu Shinji curled his lips.

Streams of air flow spread out from all around his body.

The tennis ball that had landed appeared directly in front of him.

Let Byōdōin Hōō’s face, who had thought that the ball was stable, freeze on the spot.

“impossible!”

How could his world-class skills be held back in this way.

You know, with such fierce skills, few people in the middle of Japan can take it.

Moreover, even if he could catch the ball, he would only hit dozens of hits in the shortest time and hit all the waves.

But Senyu Shinji didn’t even move his feet, let alone hands.

The ball came directly in front of him.

It’s like a son looking for a father.

It’s incredible! *