Prince of Tennis: A tennis legend that started from signing in

Chapter 246 Emperor vs. Destroyer, Ball Skills - Never Forget the Wind

"..."

For an instant.

Niou Masaharu was dumbfounded.

The regular players of Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School were dumbfounded.

Even Duke Watanabe and Shuji Tanejima were dumbfounded.

No one expected Irie Kanata's bold move.

After all, which good guy would admit defeat right away?

"No, buddy."

"Are you really a coward?"

After swallowing his saliva, Niou Masaharu asked Irie Kanata in some disbelief.

Originally, I wanted to play with the other party in the palm of my hand.

I never thought it would turn out like this.

It even made Niou Masaharu feel like he was being toyed with.

"What about that?"

"It's a good thing to be a little timid."

"Anyway, I feel like I can't win."

"Well, your momentum just now was really powerful. My legs are still shaking slightly now."

Irie Kanata spread his hands and answered indifferently.

And he even pretended that his legs were trembling.

Actually.

Irie Kanata had already figured out what Kurobe Yukio and the others were trying to do.

It’s just that.

It's embarrassing if you win, and it's embarrassing if you lose.

In addition, he also wanted to hide some of his strength and gain some favor from Beichuan and others.

That's why this happened.

However, Irie Kanata did not want to play a game with the opponent.

It's just not the time.

Subsequently.

Under the speechless gaze of Niou Masaharu, Irie Kanata breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards Byodoin Phoenix and the others.

At the same time, he glanced towards Beichuan intentionally or unintentionally.

"hehe......"

"Nio-senpai is being looked down upon."

"Well, hitting one is still a hit, hitting two is still a hit."

In an instant.

Kitagawa understood what Irie Kanata meant.

He smiled and shook his head.

Followed by.

He looked at Genichirō Sanada.

"Sanada-senpai."

"Come on!"

The moment the words fell.

Genichirō Sanada nodded heavily.

A strong fighting spirit rose in his eyes.

Although he didn't know the strength of the person who would play against him next.

But from Tono Atsuki's performance, it is not difficult to see that these five people are definitely not good people.

Even if Irie Kanata has now given up and admitted defeat.

Genichirō Sanada also didn't think the other party was a weakling.

Compared to this side.

As Irie Kanata and the Byodoin Phoenix passed by each other.

"He has no chance to play with you."

Byodoin Phoenix looked straight ahead and said softly with an expressionless face.

"Oops~"

"Boss Byodoin, look at what you're saying."

"I'm so weak, how dare I have any unreasonable thoughts?"

After a slight pause, Irie Kanata began to speak to the other party with a smile.

It was as if he really had no other thoughts.

Regarding this change in Irie Kanata.

Byodoin Phoenix simply chose to ignore it.

"Ok?"

Seeing all this, Shuji Tanejima frowned slightly.

Just now.

Duke Watanabe walked towards the court with his racket.

"The boring opening ceremony is finally over."

"Almost, it's time for the fun to begin."

"Right, Duke!"

Looking at the other person's back, Byodoin Phoenix raised a domineering smile.

"Then I'm going to make a scene, Boss~!"

Until the moment he walked onto the court.

Duke Watanabe looked sharply at Genichirō Sanada who also walked onto the court, and whispered softly.

All of a sudden.

A powerful aura emanated from his body.

It's like a mountain, and also like a huge weight pressing down on your head.

And it's not over yet.

When looking again.

Duke Watanabe's face suddenly became ferocious.

The muscles all over the body gradually tightened and bulged, and the originally slightly fat body gradually appeared stronger.

Pfft~!

The next moment.

Duke Watanabe's clothes on the upper body burst.

The angular muscles were instantly revealed to everyone's sight.

"Although I am facing my seniors."

"But this is really embarrassing."

"but."

"Next, please teach me more!"

Faced with such a changed opponent, Genichirō Sanada's expression did not change at all.

He just swung the racket in his hand lightly.

His eyes were filled with arrogance, and he spoke solemnly in a deep voice.

His intuition told him.

The opponent is very strong!

It's so strong that it makes people feel short of breath.

"Drip drip!"

"Third-year junior high student Genichirō Sanada vs. Third-year high school student Duke Watanabe."

"Sanada Genichirō serves."

"Game start!"

Although the temporary referee was also shocked by Duke Watanabe's clothes-ripping behavior.

But he still completed the guessing phase in the first place and blew the whistle to start the game.

"bring it on!"

"Although I'm not as crazy as that guy Tono, nor as outrageous as Irie."

"but--"

"I'll destroy everything!"

Duke Watanabe walked to the receiving position and looked down at Genichirō Sanada opposite him, like an invincible god of destruction, staring at the tiny thing that was about to be destroyed by him, and said in a deep voice with an expressionless face.

But compared to Duke Watanabe.

Genichirō Sanada just started hitting the tennis ball by himself.

He completely ignored what Duke Watanabe said.

of course.

It’s better to say that it’s restrained accumulation rather than ignored.

boom!

boom!

boom!

pat!

After a few crisp sounds, Genichirō Sanada suddenly caught the bouncing tennis ball.

Then straighten your arm with the tennis ball in your palm facing the air.

"Senior, be careful."

“This is the first time I’ve used this skill.”

His slightly drooping eyelids suddenly lifted, and Duke Watanabe opposite him was reflected in his eyes full of fighting spirit. He spoke in an unusually calm tone.

The moment the words fell.

The wind and waves gradually gathered above the court.

If I have to describe this storm.

Then it can be called the gentle breeze that soothes all restlessness.

In just a blink of an eye.

The originally tense and anxious atmosphere on the court inexplicably changed.

"call......"

"Don't forget the wind~"

With a slight movement of his lips and teeth, the tennis ball in his palm lightly rose into the air.

boom!

Accompanied by Sanada Genichirō's fast and slow beats.

A strange rhythm appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

Vaguely.

There is murderous intent hidden in the gentle breeze.

As for the tennis ball that has left the racket, it is like a leaf floating in the wind.

It is not a regular trajectory, nor is it sidespin, topspin, or backspin.

Instead, it rises and falls with the wind, sways from side to side, sometimes slow and sometimes fast.

"Ok?"

"It's interesting."

“It reminds me of who I used to be.”

Duke Watanabe raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of reminiscence rose in his eyes.

Then, he rushed towards the place where he predicted the tennis ball would land.