[Net King] Wang Lihai

"That is the limit of hard work!"

"The method of using the extreme limit created by Tezuka minimizes the fatigue caused by selflessness, and counterattacks with double the power and rotation force of the opponent..." As a well-known selflessness madman, Chitose Chisato is very concerned about this The degree of understanding of a move can be seen in general.

"However, precisely because this method of use was pioneered by Tezuka, it is the most suitable method for Tezuka." Shiraishi folded his arms and looked at Echizen on the court. "It is to make up for the lack of Tezuka's field..." The limit of thousands of tempers, a hundred tempers into steel, a thousand hammers into a tool, from the name, it can be seen that it is the experience and strength honed through thousands of games.

"Being able to practice hard work proves that Echizen Ryoma has definitely experienced a lot in tennis, right?" Yue Ren's definition of selflessness is very vague. Although it is something he has heard since childhood, this kind of thing is a bit magical It's really hard for him to comprehend.

"However, for Yukimura, he should have seen a lot of hard work." Atobe waited and watched with folded arms, Li Hai's Kirihara is also a person who can open up hard work, although judging by the definition, being talented should have nothing to do with him, But creatures of the intuitive system are sometimes more terrifying than the brilliant talents of activating the brain.

"It looks a bit similar to Chi Ye's hard work." This game is probably the highest level of this year's national competition. Liu is doing analysis, and the pen is still writing on the paper. The body can move around freely. As I wrote this, Liu Momo looked at the back of Chiye's head in front of the railing in front of him...Sometimes talent is really hard to say. After Chiye was able to consciously control the selflessness, it was hard work for him. It's not difficult at all. If Tezuka's practice is to double the opponent's power and speed, then Chiya's is...attack and defense conversion...maybe it is due to his practiced game experience?

"However, such strength is not enough in front of Yukimura!" Sanada sat upright with arms folded, watching the match with excitement in his eyes.

A little bit, I want to go up and play a game...

Perhaps only on the issue of Yukimura and Kirihara, Nioh’s views will be consistent with Sanada’s. The pale-skinned yuppie boy sometimes reminds people of the romantic and depraved vampires full of bloody temptation in shoujo manga, “puri~ If that If the little prince is a newly forged sword, Yukimura...is already a sharp edge."

It is because of this that people unconsciously want to follow him, trek through mountains and rivers, and climb to the top.

"Then... I'll score on the fifth ball!" Yukimura blocked it perfectly in all directions, and Echizen showed his talent to the limit.

"This time is an absolute preview!"

Echizen swung his racket to hit the ball, and the non-selected members of Seigaku on the sidelines also counted, "1!"

Yukimura raised his arm sideways, and the tennis ball landed in the center of the racket. The strength was so strong that it almost stretched and deformed the tennis ball to the extreme. "2!!"

Echizen galloped to the Internet, a boy who is not tall, but the strength contained in the arm muscles should not be underestimated, the raised arm, the explosive strength... "3!!!"

Yukimura lowered his center of gravity and picked up the tennis ball at his feet... "4!!!!"

Echizen leaped high, leaned his center of gravity forward, and buckled down hard... "5!!!!!!"

The sun was scorching hot, and the noon sun made King Ni a little dazed, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

The tennis ball lay quietly on the court in Echizen, motionless, "Hmph! I was supposed to score on the fifth ball..."

"Little one, are you okay? Nosebleed..."

Only then did Echizen notice that something was wrong, and he wiped his hand between his nose, the bright red against the palm of his hand, which looked particularly conspicuous, "Hey... isn't it?"

"Dragon, Ryoma?!"

Xiaojin's pupils in Sitianbao Temple shrank slightly, "That's coming...that guy's tennis ball..."

"very horrible!!"

"Tezuka, that was just now..." Fuji asked Tezuka uncertainly, "Although I have heard of it before, it is said that it is a very terrifying move."

Tezuka nodded, "Although this move has been spread as a mystery because of rumors, it is definitely not a move that can be easily tolerated by those who have seen it for the first time."

Yukimura Seiichi's tennis, the reason why he is known as the "Son of God", is the legendary extermination of the five senses.

Sato bit the lollipop that was no longer sweet in his mouth. He felt a little toothache. He looked around for a while and found that since Echizen Ryoma on the court lost his sense of smell and touch, the whole court was quiet and the atmosphere was so dignified. It seems that the next second will be on the battlefield.

"I always feel...it is good to be wiped out by the minister's five senses every day..." Because of the high sensitivity and resistance to mental power, Beiyuan is a group of quasi-selected people who have trained the most with Yukimura Nioh. It collapsed, which made Beiyuan feel deeply at this moment, with a sense of superiority.

Uesugi pursed his lips tightly. Should he tell Beiyuan that the minister dragged them to daily mental power practice because of their extremely high resilience?Others are in pain, and the third is physically and mentally injured and then continue to get up and practice like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang!This kind of perseverance and concentration sometimes makes me cry for myself... To eliminate the five senses, although it sounds scary, the first time I tried it, I also felt terrible and uncomfortable, but when I kill it, I feel it. Get used to it!It can also help lift your mood!Moreover, the minister has always controlled the speed very well... It is no one who has been rumored by the outside world to be as miserable as the gods descending into the world...

Let's not mention the desire to complain about Li Hai's juniors.

Uesugi is right. People who try it for the first time will feel terrible and uncomfortable. Of course, if they can break through, it is certain that their mood will improve.

Echizen on the court is definitely not in good shape.

My vision is blurred, I can't feel the ball, where is the tennis ball... why can't I even feel the tennis ball exists!

"It feels like the ball will be caught no matter where it hits?" Osamu Watanabe bit his toothpick, feeling a little surprised by what Xiao Jin said.

"Yes, yes! Because no matter what kind of ball you hit! You will be hit back by him... After playing for a while, there is only such a memory left..."

"My mind will become thinking about not letting him catch the ball... and my body will gradually become unable to move..." Even just thinking about it, Kintaro still feels a little shuddering.

At this moment, it was pitch black in front of Echizen, and he couldn't see the ball at all... He groped for one ball after another...

"Looks like deja vu... Sanada..." Nioh leaned on the back of the coach's chair and propped his chin, "When you comprehended the black aura... just like this kid." Confusion, pain, despair, panic , can't see the light, can't feel the warmth.

It is only when people are in extreme despair that they yearn for hope.

And this is one of the true meanings of Yukimura tennis.

"You're bound to lose..." Yukimura turned his back, the sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground was too clear, "Although you probably can't hear this sentence anymore..."

The audience was silent, Echizen was completely dragged into the YIPS state by Yukimura, the dull sound of the racket hitting the ground clearly hit everyone's hearts.

The 4-0 one-sided score on the scoreboard was completely and completely suppressed.

The Son of God has not played for a long time, and it is almost forgotten that he has been sitting on the throne since the beginning of the kingdom, overlooking the world.

Echizen fumbled forward, he seemed to have lost something, the racket, where is his racket...

Seigaku's first grader in the stands was already crying, and Horio couldn't bear to watch again...

Echizen...you bastard...

In the darkness, Echizen couldn't find his way forward...he touched a tennis ball...but his whole body seemed to be imprisoned...

i will lose...

but i don't want to lose...

Why is it so uncomfortable...

Is playing tennis so painful?

He recalled in a trance the childhood that he hadn’t recalled for a long time. He didn’t like tennis that much. That bad uncle always teased him with tennis and never practiced with him. oranges?It looks like a teenager is playing...is it him?It doesn't look like... this person... who is...

Echizen walked alone in the dark, looking for what he had deliberately forgotten and inadvertently forgotten...

And in reality.

"That little man..." Kirihara straightened up, looking at Echizen on the field in shock... He still wanted to continue... Such a tenacious determination is unheard of...Even if it was him, it was the first time The minister's five senses were also directly on the ground... Kirihara turned to look at the minister on the other side. The minister's face was expressionless, and he even saw interest from the expressionless handsome face.

Kirihara relaxed inexplicably.

As long as the minister is still standing there, even the mighty wind and waves will not be able to overthrow them.

Xiaojin looked worriedly at Echizen on the field, "Echizen..."

Tezuka in the Qingxue stand looked condensed, looked at coach Ryuzaki on the coaching bench, but found that Mr. Ryuzaki covered his face with tears streaming down his fingers...

Sakiyama couldn't bear to watch it again. Just now he complained a little bit because of this little guy's unruly behavior on the court, and he couldn't help but sympathize with this kid... If it wasn't because of what they did to recruit junior high school students The five-match decision in the finals, this kid... Maybe he doesn't need to understand this pain.

It's just... is it really painful?

After the harsh winter, comes the warmth of spring.

In the darkness, scenes of the past emerged in his mind, that little yellow ball carried almost everything about him, the carefree childhood, the sadness of separation... The car gradually drove away, no matter how hard I chased it, I couldn't get it back My brother, the fragrance of oranges remains in my memory, what else... Tennis?

Playing with the old man, playing with that brother, playing with the seniors...

Tennis, with him all the way, happy and sad, all because of tennis...

Such fun tennis...how could he hate him?

The radiance is radiant and dazzling, as if a sword is out of its sheath, showing its sharpness.

"That is……"

"□□Seamless limit!!!"

Echizen Nanjiro rushed to the venue, looked at the boy with relief, and took the little soft ball from the nurse's hand. For the first time, he realized the continuation of life, the touch of inheritance, and watching him transform little by little to this day ... The little boy he had been teasing and teasing had finally embarked on this path.

"Tennis is really fun..." Echizen threw the ball, bent his knees, jumped, and swung the racket, all in one go!The speed of the tennis ball is even several times faster than before!