I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

Fuji, who received the tennis ball on the other side, clearly felt the extremely strong penetrating force from the racket, which made him subconsciously feel that he was really like resisting the attack of an eagle.

He immediately used his force-relieving technique to neutralize the force. But there was no time to change his tactics, so at least he could hit the tennis ball out.

Swish!

opposite.

Delacroix strikes again.

This time he swung the racket quickly, with an extremely flexible wrist, and started from the side, quickly cutting the tennis ball out.

Uh-huh! Swish! !

Immediately, the tennis ball flew out quickly and flexibly like a poisonous snake lurking in the jungle. Its posture kept changing, and it was difficult to see the specific trajectory of the tennis ball.

"cobra?"

Seeing this unique move, Gan and Liu were slightly shocked.

This move is very similar to the special move of Higa Central Division Chief Kiteno Shiro who left the Japanese team and disappeared. It changes quickly and the trajectory is hard to find.

hum!

but.

Fuji, who was standing on the other side, stood firm while raising his racket. Then, in front of everyone's astonished gaze, Fuji's racket accurately intercepted the tennis ball.

Moreover, most of the rotational force was instantly dissipated.

"Appeared!"

Seeing this, Taocheng and Haitang said excitedly: "Senior Fuji's ultimate move - Mayfly Envelope!"

"This guy"

Seeing his moves being broken one after another by his opponent, a sharp light flashed in Delacroix's eyes.

immediately.

He took action again, transforming into either a cheetah or a black bear.

He used different postures and styles with different powers and rotations. For a moment, Fuji was suppressed by him.

Swish!

Perhaps sensing the pressure from his opponent, Fuji closed his eyes and turned on his mind's eye mode.

Suddenly, without the limitations and constraints of vision, the effects of the various special moves performed by Delacroix were greatly reduced.

"This kid is really difficult to deal with!"

Delacroix's eyes flashed with fear, but then he opened his arms and used one of his strongest moves: "Unfortunately, the charm of art has never been just about observation with the naked eye."

hum!

next moment.

As Bu Er was about to respond, a huge gate as white as jade suddenly appeared in his mind.

The release of the majestic aura shocked Bu Er so much that he opened his eyes instantly.

Snap.

Subsequently.

He heard the sound of the tennis ball rolling behind him.

"15-15."

"Hey, did you see a huge white gate just now?"

"That's the Arc de Triomphe, one of France's landmarks."

Mitsuya said, "This person has indeed combined art and tennis almost perfectly."

The swiftness of an eagle, the agility of a venomous snake, the fierceness of a leopard, the ferocity of a black bear

Each posture shows the tennis style represented by the image it wants to depict. This is not a simple mimicry or imitation, but using the racket as a brush to show the charm of the real animal in the oil painting.

This style is strange and unpredictable.

Even Fuji, who was known as a genius, was at a disadvantage in the duel.

"not only that."

At this time, Qian said: "From just now, he consciously controlled the rotation of the ball to reduce the possibility of Fuji's counterattack as much as possible."

The high school students on this French team are very smart.

He not only suppressed the opponent in style, but also made more efforts in details. He combined internal and external skills and took the initiative in the game.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In the subsequent duel, although the two won and lost, Delacroix was clearly more dominant. Soon, he won the second game and the two sides tied 2-1.

The third round.

Tezuka's serve.

The game begins with a super-fast serve.

But then, it became a duel between Delacroix and Fuji. Facing all the skills displayed by Fuji, he was able to respond effectively, fully demonstrating the strength of a high school student.

"No, if this continues, Senior Fuji might..."

Tao Cheng and others all showed worry on their faces.

In terms of the duel of ball skills, Delacroix was clearly superior due to his rich experience and technical advantages. What surprised them even more was that as time went on, Fuji's limitations became more obvious.

It seemed as if Delacroix had anticipated whatever move he was going to make.

hum!

Suddenly.

The image of the Arc de Triomphe reappears.

The oppressive feeling of the majestic atmosphere spread and, without a doubt, broke through Bu Er's defense line.

"0-40!"

In a blink of an eye.

In the third game, the French team took a three-goal lead.

"What on earth is that door?"

Shishido's face was solemn.

If it was an illusion, then why would Bu Er, who possessed the power of the mind, still be deceived? But if it was a real ability, it was too exaggerated!

"I guess it should be a mental shock in some sense."

Mitsuya said uncertainly: "Through the sound, power and rotation of the ball, my spiritual will will be expressed in some way."

For example, kendo.

Both Sanada and Ishikawa were involved, and both were able to combine kendo and tennis. However, Sanada was still in the early stages, while Ishikawa had reached the peak level.

same.

This high school student named Delacroix combined tennis with the oil painting art he mastered. The racket in his hand was like a paintbrush, and he used rotation, strength and explosive power as different kinds of paint to reasonably match and display pictures of different styles.

Among them, this huge picture like the Arc de Triomphe is one of its most powerful moves.

hum!

at this time.

Delacroix strikes again.

Behind him, the towering gate tower that represented victory appeared. Mentally, it shocked Fuji.

“This is the gap between high school students and middle school students.”

Camus shook his head slightly.

Although the opponent's mental strength was good, it was not strong enough. He could not withstand the impact of the scene, and his mind was shocked and unable to react.

Think of this.

Camus's doubts resurfaced.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the Japanese team, his eyes locked on the black-haired boy: "He knows the gap between junior high school students and high school students, why did he insist on putting two groups of junior high school students in the first two games? Is he so confident that he won't lose in singles?"

Snapped!

at this time.

A tapping sound was heard.

"Ok?"

Outside the court, Camus, Barthes, Moreau and others turned their heads to look. Inside the court, Delacroix and Georges also looked up.

The boy with glasses pressed the head of the racket lightly and hit the tennis ball gently.

"Senior Edgar's [Arc de Triomphe] has been cracked?"

George was deeply shocked.

He also tried to crack this trick, but his mental strength was not strong enough and he was always intimidated by the aura emitted by the door.

"This guy has pretty good mental strength."

There was a hint of something strange in Delacroix's eyes: "This short ball is not bad, but it's a pity for me... ugh!"

An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he was ready to step forward to intercept.

Who knows.

After the tennis ball hit the ground, it did not bounce up normally, but instead rolled back quickly, sticking to the ground.

Snapped.