Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 226 Desperate sharpshooter, come on Tezuka

"Kamidailan's first understanding of the game has a saying that surpasses science." Irie Kanata spread his hands: "Just like our different dimension, it completely challenged the authority of science. I think this is the truth of the sharpshooter. From the racket There really is a silver knife extending from it."

"A silver knife?"

Looking at the suspicious eyes of the crowd, Irie Koudo pointed to the tennis ball in the barbed wire, and said, "There is a white knife mark on the tennis ball. I think this is the mark caused by the silver knife extending out and hitting the tennis ball."

"It makes sense." Watanabe nodded: "Although this initial solution is not as weird as the Black Winged Demon, it is very practical."

"That's right, this is a perfect ball skill to be able to volley, whether it is doubles or singles, it can play a very good effect."

"boom."

"30-0."

"40-0."

With two silver shots, this game came to the match point.

"Huchihuchi." Tezuka Kunimitsu's breathing became a little rough, and beads of sweat kept slipping from his forehead.

This is not the consumption of physical strength, but the mental consumption produced by the high concentration of the mind.

"It's too fast, why is there such a fast ball." Tezuka pursed his lips, his expression sank.

As a contestant, he can feel the horror of the sharp gun Shijie even more personally.

When you just swing the ball back, the next second, the ball will fly upside down and hit your own half.

The whole process took less than half a second, and he had to predict the angle and strength of the tennis ball's return in this half second, and make a counterattack, which was simply impossible.

"What should I do?" Tezuka's brain was racing.

"How should I react?"

"What's the matter, Tezuka, can't think of a way?" Komyo Lan said with a smile, slightly tossing the tennis ball in his hand: "If you can't even catch up with the tennis ball, how can you become the number one tennis player in the world?"

"boom!"

The right hand buckled, and the tennis ball turned into a stream of light and went towards Tezuka.

"Bang." When the tennis ball hit the ground and bounced, Tezuka's racket was accurately printed on the tennis ball.

"As long as you can see the tennis ball clearly, you can predict it and wait!" Tezuka seemed to think of something suddenly, his eyes widened, and he looked down.

"Shh."

The tennis ball just flew over the net, its shadow landed on the front of the net, and then headed towards Tezuka's half court at an extremely fast speed.

"Shadow, I saw it!" Tezuka's pupils shrank, and his body started at the same time, and he suddenly jumped to the right, stretched his body, and straightened the racket in his left hand with all his strength.

Under the astonished gazes of others, the tennis racket almost touched the tennis ball.

With a crisp sound, the dropped tennis ball flew out of bounds.

"Game, 3-1, Fudomine Kodairan leads."

"Just a little bit!" Although he lost points, Tezuka did not feel depressed at all, but ignited even more vigorous fighting spirit.

You can touch the ball this time, and you can definitely hit the ball next time.

"As expected of Tezuka Kunimitsu, he was able to catch that ball." The sidelines were full of praise.

The intensity of this game has exceeded everyone's imagination.

Tezuka showed the quality that a top national player should have, always keeping calm, superb skills, and constantly seeking breakthroughs.

And Shendailan, the god of death, is even more well-deserved. No matter how powerful the opponent's skills are, Shendailan will never panic. He can stably crack the opponent's skills and his strength is unfathomable.

Now people are no longer discussing whether Shendailan can defeat the Son of God.

Rather, the Son of God can win a few rounds.

"Deputy Minister Sanada, the strength of Jindai Lan." Nioh Masaharu hesitated: "I can't see through it at all. I tried to imitate the minister's deprivation of the five senses. Although I failed, I still have a clue, but I can't imitate it at all. The beginning and return of the Age of Gods, his beginning is too mysterious, not only has many types, but also covers all kinds of abilities."

"I think he might be better than the minister."

With a soft sigh, Sanada fell silent, and then said dryly for a moment: "Yukimura was also defeated by Jindailan 6-0 in the past."

"Fudo Peak's growth rate is too fast, and they are definitely the biggest obstacle for Li Haida's three consecutive championships this year."

"Sharp gun, it seems to be a vacuum wave extending from the tennis racket to hit the tennis ball." Qian frowned: "The yellow tennis ball and the flashing silver light are easy to make people's eyes tired in the sun. If you stare at the tennis ball to track it , It is not only a heavy burden on the eyes, but also easy to make mistakes, so it is a very clever idea for Tezuka to judge the angle of the tennis ball through the shadow, but the time for counterattack is still too hasty."

"Is there no way to crack this initial solution?" Takeshi Momoshiro said with a frustrated face.

"It is impossible to have invincible skills, any skill will have flaws." Fuji Shusuke looked determined.

He began to replay the previous game in his mind.

After noticing the posture of Shendailan, his eyes lit up, and he muttered to himself: "So that's it, I know the way to crack it."

"Senior Fuji, do you know how to break the sharp gun?" Everyone exclaimed.

Fuji nods his head: "Tezuka is a fan of the authorities now, don't worry, he will definitely find the loophole soon! But the premise is that he can't be dragged away by the rhythm of Jindailan."

In tennis, the mind is always tense, so it is easy to overlook some very simple factors.

Now Tezuka is a little breathless after being hit by a series of sharp guns, so he will naturally ignore many small factors.

"Bang." Tezuka opened the serve and applied spin, hoping to rely on the ability of the field to pull the tennis ball.

"Shoot him, sharpshooter." After a flash of light, the tennis ball hit the ground again and flew out of the field.

"Tat Tat Tat." Tezuka's figure activated, following the shadow of the tennis ball, but unfortunately, his speed was limited. He jumped again and stretched his arms, trying to reach the tennis ball.

Under the struggle, the racket in his hand touched the tennis ball, and with the slightly dull sound of hitting, the tennis ball drifted towards Shendailan's position with an arc.

"Step." Kandai Lan jumped up in front of the net, and hit the tennis ball to the other side with a random smash.

"15-0."

"No way, the method of catching shadows doesn't work at all, and the body has no time to react." Liu Lian shook her head again and again: "Ordinary tennis balls should fly from the bottom line of one side to the bottom line of the other side, but with the sharp gun's initial release, The direct halving of the flight distance also means that Tezuka’s running and reaction speeds have to be doubled, which is absolutely impossible to crack the sharpshooter.”

"30-0."

"40-0." Tezuka Kunimitsu kept losing points.

tragic.

It's the word that pops into everyone's mind.

The national-level Tezuka Kunimitsu is still losing ground even if he turns on No Self.

Keep failing and getting up again.

"Minister." The members of Qingxue quietly clenched their fists, their eyes full of unbearable.

"Tezuka, stand up! You can do it." Fuji Zhousuke said with worry in his eyes, "Don't be confused by the current battle situation, you can definitely find the opponent's flaw!"

"Game, 4-1, Fudomine Kodairan leads."

"15-0."

"30-0."

"40-0."

"Bang!" Another ultra-high-speed counterattack, Tezuka took steps without hesitation, his eyes determined.

At this moment, his body is already covered with mud and grass clippings, and his knees and arms also have different falls.

"Kindai!" He looked at Jindai Lan, slammed the racket in his hand hard, imparted spin to the tennis ball, and went away with an arc.

He saw Shendailan put on that strange posture again, his eyes widened, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

"I understand! It turns out! This is how the sharp gun is cracked!"

The next moment, Tezuka's body started, and he ran to the left before the tennis ball passed the net.

(End of this chapter)