Male God Cultivation Manual

Fenghe's flowing style is a mysterious and unpredictable style of play. It is impossible to predict the course of the ball and calculate the trajectory. It is the best restraint for data tennis.

Now he displays it on the court with ease, and is even more arbitrary and unpredictable.

"This kind of style of play that can be changed at will is really difficult to fight back." Outside the court, seeing the change of Fenghe's moves, Gan couldn't help sighing. In the previous Kanto competition, even if he used the extreme data , There is absolutely no way to take this style of play.I don't know if Lian Er, who is at Lihai University, also has a headache for playing in the wind.

"Well, it is indeed an unpredictable style of play." Fuji also nodded in agreement.

"In the national competition before, you relied on the pupil of the heart to deal with the flowing clouds and flowing water of the wind, right?" Qian turned his head and looked at the genius of Qingxue. He closed his eyes and played ball, but he could mobilize the five senses more keenly. Probably only he could. done.

"Yeah, when you close your eyes, the feeling is clearer." Fuji slightly raised his lips, that is, a clear feeling that has never been seen before, the truth that emerges only in the dark, and is not affected by any appearance.

"Then how about dealing with tennis like the wind, Tezuka..." Gan looked up at the court. Tezuka, who should have been running faster because of the changing course of the ball due to the wind, stood in the center of the court without moving a bit.All the balls, no matter where they hit, will automatically return to him.

"Minister Tezuka's Tezuka Domain!" Horio couldn't help exclaiming, thinking that this kind of move that can return to him no matter how tricky the opponent's ball is played is so cool.

"That's great." Katsuro and Katsuo also shouted happily, and finally they don't have to be scored by that kind of ball that doesn't know where it will hit.

Horio couldn't help showing a smug expression, "Are you really worthy of being the head of our Seigaku?"

"Horio said it as if he is very familiar with Minister Tezuka." Katsuro complained to his companion.

"Ahem," Horio, who was choked and easily carried away, restrained his expression a little, "I'm proud of our Youth Tennis Club, we are the best tennis club in the country!" No. [-] in the country!Thinking about it makes me feel amazing!

"But," Katsuro pointed to Minister Tezuka's opponent, "the opponent is the main candidate for the number one tennis club in the country."

Katsuo nodded, "And the quasi-winner of the national competition is also the result of the hard work of the seniors, and it has nothing to do with you, Horio."

The expression on Horio's face paused for a second, then cracked.

"15-15."

"Interesting." Although Fenghe has seen Tezuka's field many times, it is the first time he has faced it head-on. The kind of incoming ball that has been applied with rotation will make his return ball no matter where it goes, it will return to his hand in the end. Beside Tsukasa.

Just like the planets in the solar system revolving around the sun, they cannot escape the attraction of gravity.

Is this the Tezuka territory that Sanada is obsessed with breaking through from the front?

It's so interesting, so he will try to see if he can break through from the front.

The competitive spirit that has not been seen for a long time hits, and Feng He's light blue eyes that were frozen like ice seem to be lit up by that emotion, like the ice surface reflecting the sun, shining brightly.

Picking up a tennis ball again and standing on the serving line, the moment Feng He tossed the tennis ball, the posture of the whole person changed, and the blue-haired boy against the warm light, as if in the intersection of cold and warm, radiated an incredible demeanor .

The unrestrained and unrestrained movements before using Xing Yun Liu Shui became ordinary in an instant, just like ordinary swinging rackets and serving, without any fancy feeling.

But it was such a seemingly ordinary ball, but even Tezuka, who had already concentrated all his energy, didn't react to it.

"30-15."

A few seconds after the ball hit the ground, the referee reacted with shock on his face.

After he finished speaking, he also showed an expression of disbelief, turned his head left and right to look around, and when he saw this group standing by the side of the court, he showed a look of asking for help, "I, I don't know if this is right." He's just an ordinary member. You really can't ask him to act like a professional referee.And this kind of ball, even the professional referees were stunned in the national competition before.

"No problem, the ball is in bounds, let's judge." Gan pushed his glasses and gave the referee some confidence.

"The speed of the ball is too fast." Fuji sighed slightly. It is no wonder that the referee is not easy to judge. He also did not react to such a ball on the court.

Taocheng also scratched his head uncomfortable, "It's the same as in the national competition before, I can't see the trajectory of the ball at all." The feeling of being at a loss reappeared, I couldn't see the trajectory of the ball clearly, how to fight back.

"This is the ultimate of seamlessness." Gan couldn't help sighing, although Echizen Nanjiro explained that this is not the ultimate of seamlessness in a complete sense, and the tennis of the wind is different from what Echizen comprehended, but Gan is still willing to make this kind of God-like tennis is called the ultimate in seamlessness, otherwise it seems impossible to describe this kind of magic.

"Yes." Fuji put his hands on his chest. This is his opponent and his partner. The way he moved forward with firm belief and without hesitation is really dazzling.

Feng, probably belonged to the kind of boy that even boys would find chic and handsome.

"The wind wins, 1-0."

After Feng He took the lead to win the game, Tezuka served again in the restarted game.

Of course Tezuka would not be polite in the slightest. Like Sanada, he would go all out on the court, no matter who his opponent was, he would not be careless.

Just like his mantra, don't be careless.

That's why Tezuka is so powerful.

But at this moment, Feng He, who has realized the perfection of seamlessness, is stronger than him.

Don't show off moves, don't show fancy, return to the origin of tennis, what Fenghe is using on the court now is such a seemingly ordinary technique, even returning the ball doesn't look very surprising.

Compared with those extravagant tennis moves, Feng He's skills now seem plain or simple, but with such skills, even Tezuka, who is fully powered, can't catch the ball.

"The wind wins, 2-0."

"Not only is Tezuka's field useless, but even the perfection of hard work and the perfection of talent are useless." Horio did not know when he had already lay down on the barbed wire fence of the stadium, looking bleak, "I have never seen Minister Tezuka was suppressed so badly." Even if he met Li Haida's deputy minister in the final of the national competition, Minister Tezuka was not without a fight, not to mention the previous games, Tezuka The minister's strength is always so reassuring.

But now, in the face of Feng-senpai who used the flawless ultimate style, Minister Tezuka felt that he couldn't even catch the ball, which was miserable.

"Yeah." Katsuro's expression was not good. He also watched Qinggaku all the way to the national competition. They all knew how strong and reliable Minister Tezuka was, but it turned out to be like this now.

"No, it will be like this until the end of the game?" Horio said, startling himself, "No, no, that's Minister Tezuka."

That's right, just like what Horio said, that's Tezuka, a Tezuka who won't lose to anyone.

Tezuka is single-minded, with only tennis eyes in his heart.

On the surface, he is more calm and rational than anyone else, but he is more passionate than anyone else on the court. He never yields to any pressure, nor is he afraid of any challenge. In every game, he will do his best to burn himself to the extreme. Tezuka.

"15-0."

"The absolute notice has expired." Fenghe put away his racket, gasped under pressure so that he could speak clearly, he is not Sanada, he will not fight with others on the court, even if it is just a light word, his momentum is not weak at all , "The state of no-self can't catch my ball, everything is just a waste of energy."

Tezuka just looked calm, or in other words, no matter how strong his fighting spirit was, he also maintained a flat appearance, "If you can't catch the ball, then don't try."

Not catching the ball?

Tezuka's words made Fenghe suddenly raise his eyes. If it was other moves, he would not be like this, but Tezuka said that he would not catch the ball if he could not catch the ball, and the only move that allowed him to win without catching the ball was One - Phantom of Tezuka.

That's the trick he used when he played against Sanada in the final of the national competition.

But, but!

The kind of ball with strong spin will do great damage to the arm.A few days ago, the person who asked for leave to see his arm, can he really use this trick without any scruples?

The answer is absolutely certain.

In order to go all out on the court, Tezuka used Tezuka Phantom without hesitation.

This move, which is almost beyond human imagination, is at the cost of its own injury and pain in exchange for victory.

Fierce victory.

"15-15."

"Has Tezuka's arm fully healed?" Gan asked worriedly, looking at the person who started using Tezuka's Phantom on the field.

"Should, should..." After hesitating for a moment, Dashi, who knew the situation best, said uncertainly, "It's been a while since the National Competition ended, his arm should be healed."

"No," Fuji's observation is the most meticulous, "Tezuka doesn't look like healed. And even..." Rarely, Fuji also hesitates to speak, even if Tezuka's arm is healed , if you continue to use Tezuka Phantom, it will also put a huge burden on your arms.Tezuka was seriously injured in the national competition against Sanada, but the current wind is no easier to deal with than Sanada.

"Then what should I do?" Taocheng was already anxious, "What if Minister Tezuka's arm is injured again?" For the victory of Qingxue, the minister has sacrificed his arm many times, and he does not know how much he brought. If you get hurt again now, wouldn't you have to repeat that painful process again?

There was silence for a while, and no one could answer Taocheng's question.

"30-15."

On the court, Fenghe can see things that people outside the court can see clearly.

"Give up, Tezuka, using Tezuka Phantom will put too much burden on your arm," he stopped, frowning fiercely on his usual plain face, "Don't you want to worry about your future tennis career?"

The person being questioned still didn't change his face, but his slightly trembling arms were silently telling what kind of pain he was enduring.But even so, Tezuka looked back at Fenghe with his eyes as firm as before.

As long as he stands on the court, he has the consciousness to give up everything and win.

Really...

In an instant, even Feng He wanted to shake his head and sigh. For such an extremely stubborn person, asking him to give up and admit defeat is probably absolutely unacceptable to him.

Although he couldn't understand this persistence, he respected Tezuka's choice.

Incomparable respect!

Then turn this respect into motivation and let him end this game as soon as possible!

Defeat Tezuka!

It's really exciting.

"30-30."

"I'm caught in a tug-of-war," Gan Ye almost couldn't bear to look at the situation on the court, "the possibility of this going on is 90.00% five." Two people who are evenly matched will inevitably fall into such a situation, and Tezuka's The longer the move is destined to be, the more unfavorable it will be to his arm.

The good old man Oishi's face changed completely, "Tezuka's arm, arm... his arm is not healed." Now he can clearly see that Tezuka's arm is definitely not healed, and the forced use of Tezuka's Phantom has aggravated the situation. The burden on his arm, "If this continues..." He couldn't continue, and everyone knew very clearly what the consequences would be if this continued.

"Ah!" Taocheng let out an unbearable cry, "I can't stand it anymore, can't we stop the game? This is just a qualifying match, and it's not a formal match." If we talk about a formal match In fact, it seems reasonable for Minister Tezuka to sacrifice his arm for the victory, but it is just a qualifying match in the school now.

"Shut up!" The person who reprimanded Taocheng turned out to be Haitang who had been silent all the time, and he gave the wailing Taocheng a vicious look, "If it was you, would you stop the game?"

"I..." Taocheng wanted to say of course he would, but as a pure and passionate tennis boy, he couldn't lie to himself.If it was him, he would not stop the game that had already started, even if his hands were broken, he would never stop!As long as you play, you must fight to the end, as long as you play, you must definitely win!

"Now," Fuji opened his eyes, his icy blue eyes showed a kind of coldness, "Everyone outside the court, no one can stop this game."

"Tezuka wins, 1-2."

The initial lead was overtaken by one game, and Feng He was completely stimulated by Tezuka to be in the best state.

The feeling of desperately wanting to win, the feeling of giving up everything and must win, the opponent's emotions, and his emotions at the same time, as if, as if the blood in the whole body is also burning.

Transcend all boundaries and discover yourself that you never found before.

Only at this moment on the court, it feels so real.

Constantly running, jumping, concentrating to the limit, making the movements faster and smoother.

Strong opponents, pressed to the limit, this is the most intense, exciting, and most selfless game.

He wants to defeat Tezuka Phantom head-on!

"Tezuka wins, 2-2."

"I'm gradually catching up!" Horio, who was used to his own side and the enemy, couldn't help cheering even though he knew it was a qualifying match in the school. incredible.

"The only one who can do this kind of thing," Katsuro called out, "is only Minister Tezuka."

Katsuo nodded vigorously, "Because he is Minister Tezuka." The minister who has won the unconditional trust and respect of all the members of Qinggaku, and the man who led the Qinggaku Tennis Club to a peak that has never been reached.

Compared with the optimism of the first-year trio, the other seniors who watched the game were more worried.

"Can Tezuka's arm hold on?" Oishi simply watched the game on the court intently, even more worried than the person involved, but Tezuka's performance alone is not enough to be used as a criterion for judgment.

Gan also feels that the situation is not optimistic, "If we continue, the possibility of Tezuka's arm being injured again is 90.00%." ​​Although the situation on the court seems to be upside down to Tezuka, the wind still looks calm. A top-notch expert, he is also a person with strong willpower and extraordinary perseverance. He will not give up even at the last moment, so he is only afraid that the situation will rot.

"Well, because the wind is also the one who will maintain an absolute calm and offensive posture until the end." Fuji sighed, for the two people on the field, he knows better than anyone else, and he may be the first to see the trend of the game .But in the current situation, he is also helpless, unless the winner is determined.

"Look, Fengsang's return!" With Taocheng's exclamation, the ball that Feng He must have gone out of bounds after Tezuka used Tezuka Phantom, landed just outside the bounds. .

Gan looked terrified, "Okay, Feng wants to break the Phantom of Tezuka head-on." Unexpectedly, really unexpected!

In an instant, Fuji also widened his eyes suddenly. In the final of the national competition, even Sanada could do nothing but use his Xu Rulin to fight against Tezuka Phantom in a protracted way. !

Fuji looked at the blue-haired boy who was running again on the court, not showing the slightest complacency because his return ball was about to fall into bounds.

Although he was sweating profusely and panting continuously, his expression was still so indifferent, as if nothing could change his expression.But the fighting spirit in his eyes was burning like a prairie fire.

After a while, Buer narrowed his eyes again, and even bent slightly, more arrogant than imagined, Feng Jiang.

As long as you are on the court, can you completely believe in yourself and go forward without any hesitation?

On the court, Feng He's return ball was gradually approaching the boundary line, getting closer and closer, and the situation on the court became more and more tense, like a string stretched to its limit.

Outside the court, the original discussions were suspended, and everyone was fully focused on the contest.

In the end, how will it develop, will Tezuka Phantom be breached and Kaze win, or on the contrary, Tezuka win?

Finally, after unremitting efforts, Feng He's return ball was once again on the line.

The Phantom of Tezuka is already crumbling.

But Tezuka will never be willing to admit defeat. In order to make Tezuka Phantom more powerful, he also increased the spin of the return ball.

The Tezuka Phantom, which was originally a six-fold rotation in Tezuka's domain, dealt a devastating blow to his arm after increasing the rotation.

"Look, Minister Tezuka's arm!" Momojo called out, pointing at Tezuka.

Dashi turned his head and couldn't bear to continue watching, "It's already red and swollen." If it continues, it will become more serious.

"Tezuka, meow~" Kikumaru, who was always cheerful, also showed a frustrated look, "Is it really inevitable?"

An inexplicably sad atmosphere spread among everyone in Qingxue.

Just when everyone couldn't help being sad, Feng He didn't swing his racket to catch Tezuka's return ball.

Because Tezuka Phantom was used, the return was actually not difficult to catch, but Feng He still didn't swing the racket.In a blink of an eye, the blue-haired boy took two steps forward. He thought he missed the distance of the ball by running too far, but he suddenly reached out and caught the tennis ball in his hand.

Steadily, he grabbed the yellow ball.

"Eh?" Kikumaru immediately showed a shocked expression, "What's wrong with Feng, how do you catch the ball with your hands?" Feng is not a person who doesn't know the rules of tennis, and he won't catch the ball with his hands when he is in a hurry, so why is he Catch the ball all of a sudden?

"I don't know." Taocheng also looked blank.

Just when the others didn't react, Buer took a step forward. Could it be that Feng...

The next moment, on the court, facing Tezuka who was also puzzled, Feng He held the ball in his hand and took a deep breath, "Enough, let's hit here."

Tezuka lowered his racket, "The wind..."

Feng He shook his head, and directly interrupted Tezuka's words, his firm tone indicated that he would never change his determination, "I said, let's stop here." After a pause, his eyes swept over Tezuka and it was already starting to feel a little red and swollen arm, "Enough is enough, Tezuka." You should know what I mean.

The two looked at each other, and Fenghe's eyes showed that they would never compromise.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight, the game has reached this level, he wants to finish the game more than anyone else, but if he wants to play this game at the cost of destroying a person's arm, he would rather choose not to fight.

This game is very important, but compared to the following decades of tennis career, it seems so insignificant.

Even if the winner cannot be determined now, he will choose to leave it to Tezuka Mirai.

This is his choice.

Even if Tezuka wants to keep fighting to the end...

Just kidding, tennis is a game for two people, he stopped playing, and Tezuka played alone.

Calm down, is it really the state on the court that affects him?

After a long while, no matter how stubborn the head of Qingxue was, he also knew that if the opponent didn't want to beat him alone, he would not be able to win this match.

Besides, it's not that he doesn't understand the other party's intentions.

Putting down the racket helplessly, Tezuka said, "I see."

Feng He breathed a sigh of relief, he stepped forward to the net, and stretched out his hand to Tezuka, "When you fully recover, let's have a showdown." As an opponent.

Tezuka also came over and held Feng He's hand, "Ah." As an opponent.

"That's it, it's over?" Horio looked at the two people shaking hands on the field in disbelief, and didn't know what expression to put on.

Not only him, but also other people in Qingxue. The game that was thought to be irretrievable ended suddenly like this.

Only Fuji, the chestnut-haired boy smiled instantly, his brows and eyes crooked, full of tenderness, sure enough, this is what the wind will do.

But that's fine too, isn't it?

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