Prince of Tennis Tai Chi

"Minghu, Feng, what happens next is up to you."

Atobe turned to look at Meido next to him.

Just leave it to me, Atobe.

Meido responded to Atobe with a firm look.

After Atobe's explanation, everyone in Hyotei quickly got over the depression of losing the start.

The eyes looking at Qingxue were full of fighting intent.

"Chotaro, let's teach those guys like Qingxue a lesson."

"Understood! Myto-senpai."

...

"Really, Kikumaru-senpai, you scared us to death."

"Oops! I was wrong."

As soon as Kikumaru came over, Momojo pounced on him.

Others stood aside and joined in the fun.

"That's right, it's so scary, Kikumaru-senpai."

"Thanks to Senior Oishi, he's been there for all the hard work, otherwise we would have lost this round."

"That's right, thanks to Oishi-senpai."

"What! I can also contribute, okay?"

After hearing the words of several people, Kikumaru, who was being suppressed by Momoro, jumped out and retorted loudly.

...

"Thanks a lot."

Different from the people playing and fighting on the side, Oishi welcomed Tezuka.

Ok?

"Thank you."

Oishi, who had been looking at Kikumaru, obviously didn't react. He was stunned for a long time before he replied.

"The rest is up to you."

Please, Momojo. Kikumaru, who had just sat down, looked at Kawamura and Fuji who were warming up on the side.

"Me? I can't do it, I still have to watch."

Hearing Kikumaru's words, Kawamura raised his finger and pointed at himself, then touched the back of his head with his hand and said very unconfidently.

"Kawamura-senpai, don't belittle yourself so much!"

Li Zhe, who was standing behind, said with a smile.

At this moment, Fuji handed Kawamura's racket from behind.

"Aaron, don't forget your racket." *^_^*

Looking at the racket handed over by Fuji, Kawamura was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to take the racket.

The moment you hold the racket...

"Ah!! GREAT!! It's burning!!"

Kawamura is very unconfident without the racket, but as long as he holds the racket, he will instantly become a different person, full of fighting spirit.

"Kawamura-senpai..."

Kawamura's sudden transformation startled Horio and others, and they silently shrank behind Echizen Ryoma.

...

"This is a doubles match now. Players from both sides are invited to play."

The referee shouted something similar to before.

Hearing the referee's voice, the four people who were ready turned and walked towards the court.

"Go! Minghu, Feng."

"Go with all your strength! Fuji, Kawamura."

"Come! Baby! Come on over!"

Kawamura, who was on fire, pushed up his right sleeve, showing off his strong arm muscles.

...

The game started, and Ice King took the lead in serving.

Come on, Chotaro, just use that move and let them see how powerful you are!

Meido turned his head slightly and looked at Houchotaro who was preparing to serve at the baseline.

...

Bang...bang...bang...bang!

One goal into the soul!

Hochotaro used all his strength to slam the racket down.

The tennis ball flew towards Qingxue's court at a very fast speed, constantly creating fierce friction with the air.

The tennis ball turned into a terrifying fireball, carrying scorching flames, hitting Fuji in front of him, and then bounced out of the court.

The tennis ball passed through the hurricane brought up, constantly beating and rattling Fuji's clothes.

"what!"

Everyone was shocked by this ball and looked at the traces left by the tennis ball on the ground in silence.

'That's it, Feng. Let's knock them down in one go. ’

Seeing the shocked expressions on the faces of the two people in front of him, the corners of Meido's mouth raised slightly.

ice King! ice King! ice King! ice King!

The voices of the Hyokui Deluxe Cheerleaders rang out again.

"Horiio, did you see that goal just now?"

"Absolutely not."

"Too...too fast."

The trio of ‘professional commentators’ Horio were unable to comment on this goal.

Even the referee was too shocked to speak clearly.

"10...15:0."

A few short words came out of his mouth intermittently.

After this shot, Fuji's eyes changed obviously when he looked at Xiang Feng, and his eyes were full of fear.

One goal into the soul!

However, Hochotaro didn't care what the people around him thought of him.

After adjusting his condition a little, he hit another heavy serve without saying a word.

"Ah! Here we go again!"

Horio pointed at the court excitedly and shouted loudly.

Bang!

The result was still the same as before, Fuji and Kawamura were stunned on the spot, with no time to react.

"30:0."

"One more goal! One more goal! One more goal!"

Everyone in Hyokui cheered in unison.

‘Go! Chotaro! ’

"One goal goes to the soul!"

Hochotaro did not disappoint his teammates behind him and once again used heavy artillery to serve.

Bang!

The tennis ball flew over the net and hit Qingxue's half.

"Damn it!"

"It's impossible to catch this kind of ball."

Seeing the two people who were completely unable to resist, Horio was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot and squatted down holding his head.

"How could..." (〒︿〒)

The two girls, Tomoka Kosakata and Sakurano Ryuzaki, even had slight tears in their eyes.

"The ball speed is too fast, you can't even hit it!"

Shiba Saori sighed and put down the camera in her hand with great helplessness.

Bang...bang...bang...bang...

Hochotaro kept adjusting his state.

Looking at Houchotaro opposite, Fuji Shusuke unconsciously tightened his grip on the racket.

"If I don't catch this ball again, this game will be..."

Horio didn't dare to say the rest.

"Hurry up and admit defeat. The speed of Chotaro's heavy artillery is close to 200KM/H."

"That's right! That's right! Hurry up and admit defeat!"

The Ice Emperor's people reminded him 'kindly' from the side.

"One more goal! One more goal! One more goal!"

Amid the calls of everyone in Hyōtei, Hochotaro fired the fourth ball, which was also the last ball of the game.

"What happened! Here we go again!"

Horio couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Bang!

Sure enough, even though Fuji and Kawamura had focused their attention, they still failed to catch the ball.

"GAME, 1:0, Ice King leads."

In the end, Hyotei won the first game with the help of Hochotaro's four ACE balls.

"I'm sorry, I didn't react."

Kawamura lowered his head and said in frustration.

"Don't worry, Aaron."

Fuji comforted softly.

However, the solemn expression on his face still revealed his true thoughts.

Both sides switch sides.

"Admit defeat, as long as Chotaro's heavy artillery serve is there, you can't win."

Just when Fuji and Minghu passed by, Minghu suddenly said softly.

Hearing his words, Fuji was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at Minghu who had walked away.

"Wait and see."

After leaving a gentle word, Fuji continued to walk forward.

...

Bang...bang...bang...bang...

This time, it was Qingxue's turn to serve.

Fuji kept adjusting his state with a solemn expression.

Snapped!

Hold the tennis ball.

With the palm of your hand facing down, the moment you let go, your fingers gently flicked the tennis ball.

"Oh! Are you getting serious? Fuji."

Li Zhe held his chin with his right hand, looked at Fuji Shusuke's posture, and said softly.

"What do you mean it's coming? Chief Azhi."

Shenglang raised his head and looked at Li Zhe doubtfully.

However, Li Zhe did not answer him. Instead, he pointed at Fuji on the field and motioned for him to see for himself.

The confused Katsuro had no choice but to return his attention to the game.

The spinning tennis ball slowly fell from Fuji Shusuke's hand.

Bang!

Fuji swung his racket from top to bottom and hit the ball.

"what is that?"

"Fu'er made a surprise move!"

Even his teammates didn't understand Fuji's goal.

The tennis ball kept spinning, and after crossing the net, it fell into the Ice Emperor's half.

After gliding a short distance on the ground, the tennis ball bounced back up.

"What are you doing!"

"Are you looking down on me with such a simple serve?"

Seeing this non-threatening serve, Meido's face became a little ugly.

I saw that Meido was ready to fight back early in the flight path of the tennis ball.

"How could a ball like this be lost?"

Minghu said disdainfully.

"That ball will disappear."

Looking at the tennis ball in the air, Fuji said softly.