Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

The energetic Jilang was completely different from his usual self, and he no longer had the aura of a strong man.

He explained: "Nanchuan found me last night and asked me to go to the street tennis court with him to play tennis. It was already midnight when we finished playing, and I was so sleepy."

Everyone became interested: "So, Nanchuan must have developed a new skill, so he is looking for someone to practice with. The last time Jianzhong almost took my life, Jilang, what kind of tennis did Nanchuan play last night?"

Talking about this, Jiro became even more depressed.

His pace couldn't help but slow down, and the big guy couldn't help but match his slowed pace.

Jilang said: "I tell you, it's really terrible, Nanchuan's tennis is too dangerous!"

What do you mean? I didn't see you get hurt anywhere."

'No, not violent tennis.'

Jilang recalled the scene last night when he was packing up his racket and preparing to wash up and go to bed, Nanchuan appeared at his door and directly invited him to play tennis on the street court.

To be honest, he really didn't think too much about it at the time. He just thought it was a surprise inspection by Nanchuan. He and Atobe did this before. When they were in the UK, they woke people up in the middle of the night for special training. However, when he lost the ability to play tennis last night, the feeling of fear covering his whole body was something he would never forget.

His tennis is very strange. Whenever I receive the ball, the speed and power of the next ball will keep decreasing. No matter how hard I try, I can't increase the speed of my hitting. I even lose the ability to volley at the net. "

When everyone heard this, they were so shocked that they even stopped walking and looked at Jilang in disbelief;

"really?"

Jilang also stopped and leaned on his knees with his hands, panting, letting the sweat on his face drip down. His eyes were a little confused and full of fear:

To be honest, I am still confused now and don’t know why I couldn’t use my abilities at all and couldn’t bring them into play at all.”

'My tennis gradually became a blank, and in the end, I couldn't even serve well. It was as if all my strength was taken away from me. "

He turned his head and looked at everyone. He seemed like a different person at this moment. He patted their shoulders very seriously:

This is Nanchuan's new tennis. I can feel the despair of life withering and the disappearance of life behind the tennis he hits, and there is also an inexplicable sadness.

The silence of the crowd was extremely heavy at this moment.

Jilang would not lie, he was always passionate about the strong, and his spirit would gradually boil over.

He worships the strong and will not talk nonsense.

Then, under the despair of life withering and survival disappearing, being deprived of the ability and even the instinct to play tennis is more suffocating than violent tennis.

"Such a weird tennis ball? How did he practice it?"

"I guess it's his comprehension talent again?"

"unbelievable."

"monster."

"Why aren't you running anymore?" Nanchuan, who had just completed basic training on the field, was about to take a break when he saw that everyone had rested earlier than him.

And are they gathering together to gossip?

This voice brought everyone back to reality, and they all turned their heads to look at Nanchuan:

"monster."

Nanchuan:

Jilang shook his head and sighed, "Keep running. I won't say any more. It's scary to talk about it."

He changed his previous laziness and depression, and continued to run forward with energy.

Everyone ran round and round in silence.

As Tokyo is about to enter May, the weather is gradually getting warmer. The hot wind fills the boys' jerseys, just like the sudden surge of passion in their blood, supporting them to continue to double their training volume. Nanchuan sat on the bench to rest, wrapped in a towel to wipe the sweat and looked down at his sneakers, as if he was in a daze.

Last night, I went to find Jilang as a training object for his new skill, Withering, so that he could understand his new skill better.

The reason why I didn't go find Atobe and Akutsu was simply because I wanted to look at the problem from the perspective of players with a big gap in strength. After all, it's only the initial stage.

This move was indeed amazing. When he activated this skill, Jiro Akutagawa, whose wrist was extremely flexible, gradually lost the ability to volley at the net. In the end, he couldn't even serve well, just like a primary school student who had just started to learn tennis.

This breathtaking tennis skill made him extremely excited, and he had been eager to try his strength with Akutsu and Atobe today.

However, these two people were not here today. One of them had to go home for something, and the other was still in the vocational education building.

"Nanchuan."

Just as he was speaking, Tobe appeared in front of Nanchuan. As soon as he saw the expensive sneakers, he knew it was him.

"What? What did the coach say?" Nan Chuan pulled off the towel and raised his head.

Atobe was holding a document in his hand, which, if nothing unexpected happened, should be the list of participants for the regional competition.

It's just some daily instructions. "Tetsube looked at the training of the members in the field, "The regional competition is not a problem.'

He has nothing to worry about, but when I came here I heard that you have developed a new skill?"

Nanchuan had recovered his strength by now. He wiped his face carelessly, threw the towel aside and said with a smile:

"Well, you happen to be free now, how about a fight?

Atobe hummed, "That's exactly what I meant. Karaji, racket!"

"Yes!"

A brand new racket that was obviously more expensive than theirs was handed over.

The document was handed to Karaji, and Tobe stretched his arms and legs before entering.

This immediately attracted everyone's attention, and they gradually gathered around."

Jilang said abnormally loudly: "I will be the referee!"

Atobe turned his head to look at him and saw that Jiro was looking at him with some sympathy in his eyes.

My goodness, what does this mean? When did I ever need sympathy?

He was just feeling a little depressed to begin with, having reached a bottleneck these past few days and having been unable to break through. Since Nanchuan wanted to fight, then he would fight.

But Jiro's eyes were like the look of concern for an elementary school student, which made him even more depressed.

"Since you are still energetic and positive today, I will forgive your look just now. Now put it away."

Jiro Akutagawa narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Atobe, you should also be prepared. Nanchuan's new skills may also work on you."

This made Atobe frown slightly: "Maybe? That's impossible.

'It's hard to say, let's start, switch shots.'

Trace serves the ball.

Nanchuan muttered, "My luck hasn't been very good lately. I always can't get the ball to the side where I serve."

He stood at the bottom line and said to Atobe:

Although your arm has healed, at this critical moment, you'd better not use the Tannhauser serve. And I have to mention that your Tannhauser serve should have evolved a long time ago."

"Humph, I don't need your reminder."

It seemed that his pain point was touched, and his aura instantly became sharp.

The inability of Tang Huaiser's serve to evolve is one of the biggest problems and bottlenecks he has encountered.

If this kind of tennis is played more perfectly, it will be infinitely close to being unsolvable.

But if a serve of this level has been cracked by Akutsu, it will be no different from any other serve in his opinion.

It is also bad for the arms.

So this kind of tennis ball should either be played to utmost perfection, or it should not be used at all.

Unless the opponent's strength is not satisfactory, you can use it to show off.

boom!

The contest begins.

Atobe did not serve like Tannhauser, but his serve had a hunting aura, which was not a good thing.

boom!

Nanchuan focused his attention and fought back easily.

"Atobe, I'm going to shut you out this time too!"

He ran around the court happily, hitting back the tennis balls one by one.

"Think beautifully!"

Not to be outdone, Tobe fought back with all his might.

“O-1!”

"Atobe, if you don't have any special skills, there's no chance you can beat me now."

Nanchuan proudly pointed the tennis ball at Atobe.

In the next round, Atobe tried to use the Ice World to find Minamikawa's weakness and disable his actions.

Countless ice cones appeared in Nanchuan's field.

"Here it comes, Atobe's ultimate move, Ice World!"

“I don’t know if Nanchuan has many weaknesses, after all, we can’t see them, but Atobe can.

"So many ice cones means a lot!"

boom!

"O-15"

"Hmph, I'll give you one ball for now."

Nanchuan was trapped by the ice cone, but he didn't care.

His opponent saw through his flaws, which indirectly helped him find his own weaknesses.

It's actually a good thing for him.

"continue!"

boom!

Countless ice cones appeared again, giving people a grand illusion: the originally sultry air seemed to be starting to cool down.

"I didn't expect that Nanchuan also has this situation?"

"I was careless. It was too early to speak."

Everyone's expectations just now turned into disbelief. Tijibu also frowned and looked at his opponent Nanchuan. When his ice cones appeared one after another, he thought he had succeeded, but the ice cones did not target Nanchuan's weaknesses and restrict his movements like the previous goal.

Instead, with Nanchuan as the center, these ice cones began to melt gradually.

Da da da!

Nanchuan, proud of his freedom of movement, ran quickly to the place where the tennis ball landed.

boom!

"Pretty!"

He praised himself.

On the opposite side, Atobe had a gloomy look on his face.

"15-15"

"Strange, could it be that his trick only works on me?"

"Is it because I'm too weak?"

Jiro Akutagawa gradually began to doubt himself.

Because he didn't realize that Atobe had the same situation as him.

Although it is temporarily suppressed by Nanchuan now.

But there was no loss of strength and they were still able to fight very well.

boom!

Nanchuan's face froze and she quickly served the ball again. At this time, her aura began to change.

Ji Lang immediately perked up: "Yes, it's this familiar breath. No, it should be said that the breath that makes people feel breathless finally appeared."