I Never Hang Up When I Play Tennis

(DiDi, Mōri Juzaburō is stronger, and his spiritual power reaches the baseline, which can weaken his combat power by 70% and cannot make him surrender.)

Takamura also understands this.

There is no huge gap in strength, especially when the opponent's mental strength is strong, it is impossible to make the opponent surrender.

(Sure enough, I was a little far from Zeus, a freshman in high school.) Takamura thought to himself.

Zeus was able to scare Shiraishi, who was far stronger than the Maori at this time, away from fighting.

The current Takamura is naturally not comparable.

Takamura is not discouraged either.

Three years later, Takamura's strength must be far above Zeus.

The moment Maori stepped onto the court, he also received the same mental attack.

Although his face was pale and sweating profusely, he was standing in front of Makoto Takamura.

Those present breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it seems that the strength of the minister is not so exaggerated.

Margin can also resist.

Everyone has recognized Takamura's status in their hearts.

Now, only the final game remains, and the enthronement.

"Minister, I know I'm not your opponent, but I must fight you." Maori said firmly.

For the dignity of Rikkai, as well as the second and third graders.

"Go ahead, you serve."

Takamura took back the oppression, allowing Maori to use his full strength.

Takamura wants to establish a unique position.

As the strongest Mōri Juzaburō, use his dignified strength to defeat him head-on.

Use absolute strength to establish your authority.

Say a Fuji.

"Huh." Mauri sighed in relief.

That hopeless oppression disappeared.

The lost power is back.

However, at the same time, Maori was horrified and felt that everything about him was being seen through, and his every move was under the surveillance of others.

Stiffly raised his head, he faced the originator of everything, Makoto Takamura.

(What kind of ability is this?)

(DiDi, wind speed level 2, northwest wind, temperature 18 degrees Celsius, humidity 40%, light...

The venue is a standard court, and there are 3 fallen leaves 5 meters in front...

Mōri Juzaburō, lazy and talented...

Master condition starts scanning...)

The intellectual brain is running at full speed, wind, temperature, humidity, ground, tennis texture, Maori character, playing style... everything, taking all factors into consideration, so as to achieve the effect of controlling everything.

Zeus, the leader of the Greek team, has a similar skill, colorful light.

Takamura prefers it by another name.

Omniscient and omnipotent.

Above the court, I am God.

Makoto Takamura Twelve Mysteries of Omniscience and Almighty, activate.

Takamura's data tennis, first test edge.

Maori serve.

Takamura's voice sounded.

"Take off 30cm."

Maori took off, Liu quickly calculated that the toes were exactly 30cm off the ground.

"racquet pitched 45 degrees, spin, 26 degrees, ball speed..."

Mauri was shocked, not bad at all.

"Your serve will hit the inside of the sideline, 0.1cm away from the sideline."

Takamura's speech was slow and slow, but it was very strange that it reached everyone's ears at the same time as Maori's movements.

Because Maori's movements are supposed to be much faster than Takamura's speech speed, especially the speed of the ball, which does not exceed 200km per hour, Maori is ashamed of national-level masters.

However, Takamura's voice just kept up, along with the movements of Maori, tennis, and transmitted at the same time, contrary to common sense.

"I'll hit the ball 10cm in front of your right foot."

At the same time, the arc flashed, and only 10 centimeters from Maori's right foot had a ball mark.

15:0.

"You're nervous, and you'll say Minister, what's going on."

"Minister, what's going on." Maori.

"Just kidding." Takamura

"Just kidding." Mauri.

Gross profit: σ(⊙▽⊙a

Everyone: σ(⊙▽⊙a

"Go ahead, Maori senior, the game is not over yet."

Mauri opened his mouth.

Shit, you predicted all my actions, can I still win?

In other words, if you can surrender, you lose half of it.

"No," Takamura said.

Mauri's face turned green.

Is it—

"Yes, I do know what you think."

Gross profit: ╮(╯▽╰)╭

I regret it, is it too late to surrender now?

Others were also shocked.

How can such a Makoto Takamura be defeated?

The next game, all the process, is exactly the same as what Takamura said.

serve, score, return, score.

It can be said that the Maori ball has never been touched once except serve.

Finally, the game is over.

6:0.

"Anyone else?" Takamura said slowly.

Tighten the body of the person being watched.

I just feel that all the secrets have been seen through the whole body.

Even the strongest Tezuka, Yukimura.

"I agree with Makoto Takamura to become the new head of the tennis department." Daisuke Nazuka was the first to agree.

"Me too," Takeuchi Shintaro followed.

"agree,"

"I agree."

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