The Prince of Tennis: Destroying Akutsu at the start

"What a pity!"

Mamoru Inoue shook his head. He could see that the combination of Kikumaru and Oishi was promising, but the opponent's strength and coordination were stronger than theirs.But Mamoru Inoue also knew that Kikumaru and Oishi had just formed a doubles team not long ago, and it was understandable that they would lose to Yamabuki's first-year ace doubles team.

If both sides were given the same amount of time to practice this match, they might not lose so badly, and they might even win.

Inoue Mamoru thought of it, in his heart, he was undoubtedly biased towards Qing Xue, who told him that he was a complete Qing Xue blow.

Or Echizen Blow!

"The quasi-finals of the Kanto Tournament will begin soon. The doubles match between Yamabuki Middle School and Youth Academy will be played. Yamabuki Middle School Hirota Kazuya, Kono Nagahira will play against Youth Academy Yamato Yudai and Sadaharu Mikami. Both parties are welcome. Players on stage!"

Soon, after the staff tidied up the court briefly, the second doubles game officially started.

Yamato Yuda patted the tennis ball lightly in the bottom corner, and he felt a little nervous right now.

With Aigaku having already lost one game, this game becomes very important, but the opponent is the veteran national doubles team that Yamabuki has fought in the national competition.

Yamato Yuda took a deep breath and stopped thinking about it so much.

call out!
Yamato Yuda's gaze was fixed on the slowly rising tennis ball, and when the tennis ball reached the high point, he bent his knees and volleyed, jumped up and swung his arms out.

boom!
Yamato Yuda, who is in the third grade, has honed his own skills to a very high level, otherwise he would not have been able to force Qing Xue into the threshold of the Kanto competition during the capital competition.

The combination of topspin, power and angle constituted a perfect attacking line, but it was a pity that Yamato was facing the experienced third-year combination of Yamabuki.

Hirota's footsteps changed and he came to the landing point of the ball in an instant. He bent his knees and arched his racket, quickly pressing down and cutting across the surface of the tennis ball.

Whoosh!
The high-speed cutting of the ball brought a sharp and piercing whistling sound.

Hirota is Yamabuki's cutting master, and Minami Kentaro's cutting is also practiced with Hirota.

Gan Zhenzhi's eyes flashed a gleam, the racket cut from the top to the bottom, and raised the ball high with the technique of fishing for goldfish.

In an instant, a shadow covered Gan Zhenzhi's feet, and Haoye's leaping figure blocked the direct sunlight.

boom!
Haoye's falling weight made the smash shot with his strength feel like a thousand weights, and it hit Qingxue's court hard.

"Game, Yamabuki Middle School, 15:0."

"What a perfect fit, what a lot of trust!"

Inoue Mamoru sighed, although he hoped that Seigaku would win, but even he had to admire the level of Yamabuki's third-year doubles.

The offensive and defensive transition between breaths is simply impeccable.

"Really strong!"

Kikumaru and Oishi, who are just fledgling in doubles, watched closely the movements of Hirota and Haoye from the sidelines. They tried their best to gain various experiences to improve their own strength.

boom!
boom!
"Scored by Yamabuki Middle School in this game, the score is 1:0."

In the first round, Qingxue's doubles was directly broken by Yamabuki's third-year ace doubles combination, which also made many people who supported Qingxue sink into the bottom of their hearts.

In the second game, it was Hirota's turn to serve.

Hirota straddles the tennis ball to his chest and releases his left hand. When the tennis ball falls, his right thumb and index finger tightly clasp the end of the handle of the racket and cut across the racket, quickly cutting across the outside of the tennis ball.

Whoosh whoosh!
The strong force and violent rotation pushed the tennis ball to fly rapidly, flying out a winding arc.

Gan Sadaharu jumped out with his toes, lowered his body and reached in with his backhand to try to pick up the ball.

Boom!
The tennis ball obliquely hit the outside of the racket in Kane Sadaharu's hand, and instantly a strong impact spread to Kane Sadaharu's arm like tarsal maggots.

pat!

Gan Sadaharu's mouth went numb, and he let go of his grip on the racket, and the tennis ball sent the racket flying in an instant.

"Game, Yamabuki Middle School, 15:0."

"Senior Hirota scored with his serve!"

Qian Shi chuckled, Senior Hirota really didn't intend to hold back at all.

"Slice and serve!"

Gan Sadaharu picked up his racket. The power and spin of that ball just now was really strong.

"It's okay, Gan."

Yamato Yuta asked with some concern.

"I'm fine, senior, don't worry."

Gan Sadaharu rubbed his wrist, and switched places with Yamato Yudai.

"Young students, you have to continue!"

The corner of Hirota's mouth raised, and his left hand raised the tennis ball again to his chest and dropped it.

boom!
The racket quickly sliced ​​across the surface of the tennis ball, and Hirota's swing brought a clear brilliance under the sun.

The rapid whistling sound made Yamato Yuda frowned. He knew that the strength and rotation of the ball might be amazing, and if he didn't handle it carefully, he might repeat the same mistake as Sadaharu.

Stepping out with slender legs, he quickly approached the landing point and then bent his knees to lower his center of gravity extremely low.

Boom!
"Call back!"

Kikumaru exclaimed, Yamato Yuda successfully countered Yamabuki's chip serve.

"Oh? Not bad, Yamato!"

Hirota was a little surprised, but he didn't chase the ball because it was a doubles!
Haoye quickly made up for it, and the racket in his hand popped out in parallel, and caught the ball before the tennis ball hit the spot.

boom!
The straight curve went straight to the net, and hit the edge of the net with arbitrarily kinetic energy.

"Internet volley!"

Watching the tennis ball bouncing off the net, everyone in Seigaku naturally understood what those two guys Yamabuki were thinking.

This is to attract the avant-garde Qian Zhenzhi to the front of the net!

Even knowing that this might be the opponent's trap, Qian Zhenzhi had to go to the net according to the opponent's intention.

Boom!
The tennis ball bounces slightly after it hits the racket.

An eye for an eye, Gan Sadaharu also returned an exquisite short ball in front of the net.

Whoosh!
Qian Zhenzhi, who raised his head, felt a strong wind passing by his eyebrows, accompanied by a shadow.

Since Haoye chose to hit the net volley, he has already thought about the next offensive.

The volley ball that rushed like a shadow had long been prepared to meet the tennis ball that had just climbed over the net.

Boom!
Qian Zhenzhi's body froze in place immediately, and the tennis ball lightly fell one step behind him.

"Game, Yamabuki Middle School, 30:0."