Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 71

"Bang bang bang." Taocheng launched a fierce offensive.

But unexpectedly, Echizen on the opposite side was not only able to catch every ball, but his own breathing was even steady.

"1-0, Echizen Ryoma leads." Not long after the fight, Momoshiro lost his serve.

"The main candidate of Qingxue is not an opponent."

"That's right. This kid from Fudo Peak is really amazing." The audience on the sidelines were amazed.

Although Qingxue's grades are not very good, but the recognition of the surrounding is still relatively high.

These street players are looking forward to someone who can clean up Echizen Ryoma.

Unfortunately, this wish came true.

"Hey!" Echizen's body slid towards the net, and just as the tennis ball was about to arrive, he jumped up suddenly and hit the ball out of a B shape with a swipe, scoring easily.

Before Taocheng could breathe for a moment, Echizen used one foot to grab the rhythm, hit a spinning ball with a sharp forehand, and scored again across the arc.

Under Echizen's full firepower, Taocheng retreated steadily.

Not only did Echizen show a solid foundation, but his varied skills also made Taocheng hard to defend.

"2-0."

"3-0."

"4-0."

"4:1."

Soon, Taocheng's physical strength was about to run out.

"Impossible, I have also undergone strict training, even if my talent is not as good as his, the gap will not be so big, right?"

In the past, even if Taocheng lost to Echizen, he could win three rounds.

Now, even winning the next game feels very strenuous.

Echizen also gained a new understanding of his own strength in the past few days.

Barely reached the Kanto class.

After witnessing the match between Jindai Lan and Echizen Minamijiro, he has a clearer picture of his future.

A bit like an epiphany, in the next few days, his strength improved by leaps and bounds.

In the end, Taocheng lost 1-6.

At the end of the game, Taocheng lay down on the ground exhausted.

"You are very strong, Echizen, there are many other masters like you." A trace of bitterness appeared on Taocheng's face.

"Yes." Echizen pressed his hat: "Whether I can enter the main election is unknown."

"Sure enough, Fudo Peak may be the biggest dark horse this year." Taocheng sat up and looked at Echizen seriously: "Echizen, all of us have transformed, and this time the regional competition, Qinghui will win!"

Will it really win?
Even Taocheng's optimistic temperament can't help but produce a tinge of pessimism.

This regional competition is the best time to understand the strength of Fudo Peak.

Even if they lose to Fudo Peak, it will not affect Qingxue's subsequent game order.

"Echizen, you are singles three!" Thinking of this, Taocheng shouted at Echizen.

"I will wait for you in the third singles, and play a serious game." After finishing speaking, Taocheng showed a characteristic smile.

Due to the huge amount of training today, he has no physical strength.

So it would be a disastrous defeat to Echizen.

Although he knew that he was not Echizen's opponent in his heyday, but he still wanted to touch him.

"Senior Taocheng." Facing Taocheng's invitation to fight, Echizen pressed his hat and said something that shocked Taocheng: "Hey, I may not be able to be the main candidate."

A few days later, the street tennis ended, and finally two people emerged from it.

They are Ibu Shinji and Akutsu respectively.

Echizen Ryoma's data is also good, but the overall score is slightly weaker.

In the next main draw, each member played their respective strengths.

Chitose Chisato, Tachibana Yoshihei, and Jindai Lan won the main election without any accident.

In the end there were only two spots left, and after some competition, Kamio won one spot.

Kamio still had a bit of luck, and the group he got into was relatively weaker.

All that remains is the match between Echizen Ryoma and Ishida Tetsu.

The winner will take the position of the last positive pick.

"Waving Ball!!"

"boom!"

"Game, 3:1, Ishida Tetsu is leading." With a ferocious swing ball running through the half, Ishida Tetsu took a certain advantage.

"Very good, let's win the game in one breath!" Ishida Tetsu said to himself with a confident face.

"As expected of Ah Tie, after training, his strength has increased again. Echizen is no match at all." Kamio said excitedly.

"Yi Wu and Ah Tie have a good understanding. They can form doubles, so I will play singles."

"Hey, Kamio, why am I playing doubles? I think I'm more suitable for singles." Yiwu interjected.

"Watch the game carefully, the real game has just begun." Tachibana Jiping interrupted the argument with a serious face.

"Haven't you noticed? Echizen's counterattack is coming." Chitose Qianli rubbed her temples helplessly.

"Tch! That brat won." Akutsu also said.

Facing the suspicious eyes of Kamio and others, Tachibana Yoshihei explained:

"A Tie is a strong player. Echizen is only in the first grade, and his physical fitness has already taken a big disadvantage. Therefore, even ordinary returns will be very difficult, and it is easy to paralyze his arms, let alone swinging the ball."

"However, the fluctuating ball puts a burden on the arm. Echizen has been waiting for Ah Tie's strength to weaken. Then it is time to counterattack!"

Not long after speaking, the situation on the field changed suddenly.

After a return kick, Echizen's body slides forward.

"B-stroke? It's useless, you can't stop my fluctuating ball!" Ishida Tetsu's right arm was tense, his muscles bulged, and while roaring, he swung his right arm suddenly.

"Bang." The tennis ball turned into a yellow streamer and went away. At the same time, Echizen had predicted the landing point and jumped up after sliding.

"So smooth, is Echizen wearing skate shoes?"

"It's unreasonable every time I look at this b-word draw." Kamio couldn't help complaining.

"Hey, you can't use common sense to measure golf skills. You don't understand just because you haven't reached that level." Iwu Fukaji opened his broken thoughts expressionlessly: "I never want to have a bondage like Bindao before. Human skills, but what?"

"Please stop talking, Yiwu, my head hurts."

While joking, Echizen's racket had already touched the undulating ball like a missile.

In the previous sparring, Echizen also tried to catch the ball, but the racket in his hand was directly blown away.

This time, the tennis ball crunched against the racket.

Like a power drill trying to go through the net.

Echizen held the bat with both hands, fighting against Ishida Tetsu's strength with all his strength.

While roaring, the ball flashed away and hit out of bounds.

"Out of bounds, 15-0."

Although Echizen lost points, no one thinks Ishida Tetsu has won.

They know that the horn of counter-offensive has sounded.

Sure enough, Echizen was barely able to catch the wave ball next.

Ishida Tetsu hit more and more urgently, and the burden on his arm became heavier and heavier.

In the end, Ishida Tetsu was overburdened and had no choice but to abstain, and Echizen won the last spot.

The regional competition is coming soon.

　After the transition between these two chapters, after thinking about it, I still don’t know the details. The specific pretense is still exciting in the competition. The official plot will be played tomorrow.
　
(End of this chapter)