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

Chapter 17 Red Eyes Finger Ball, Ball Skills Are Like Wind Braking!

boom!

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As the game officially began, Kirihara Akaya's entire temperament changed dramatically.

There is no longer the casualness of the past, but more of an absolute confidence in oneself.

"Not bad."

Kitagawa looked at Kirihara Akaya who was constantly hitting the tennis ball, and a hint of interest appeared on his face.

If we say that among the Japanese tennis world, Byodoin Phoenix, Ochi Gekko and others are the diamond generation.

Then Tezuka Kunimitsu, Atobe Keigo, Akutsu, Yukimura Seiichi, Sanada Genichirō, Shiraishi Kuranosuke and others are the golden generation.

The following people include Echizen Ryoma, Toyama Kintaro, Kirihara Akaya and others who are part of the Silver Generation.

As one of the representatives of the Silver Generation.

Kirihara Akaya is definitely the most distinctive one.

After fully growing up, it can display four forms: red-eye mode, demonization, angelization, concentrated burst and blue eyes.

The display of form can cause qualitative changes in the five dimensions.

Although he is not yet at his peak, he is definitely a rising star.

"Be careful!"

Kirihara Akaya stood at the serving line, his eyes sharp as an eagle, and spoke softly.

At the same time, he gently tossed the racket in his hand, and the tennis ball drew a perfect arc in the air.

As the ball rose to its apex, Kirihara Akaya began his movements—first taking a deep breath, as if gathering all his energy.

Then he squatted down, lowering his center of gravity and tensing his leg muscles, ready to go.

Then, he jumped up at lightning speed, swinging the racket at the same time. His arm was like an arrow from a string, driving the racket to hit the ball at an astonishing speed.

boom!

All of a sudden.

The tennis ball turned into a torrent and flew over the net in an instant, appearing on the Beichuan side.

"Isn't the temperature high enough?"

Faced with this powerful serve, Kitagawa couldn't help but mutter something under his breath.

at the same time.

He leaned forward slightly, his knees slightly bent.

When the tennis ball hits the ground, lightly touch the ground with your toes, use the strength of your legs to instantly start, take a step forward, and let your body naturally turn in the direction of the ball.

Teng!

boom!

boom!

Between the lightning and flint.

The racket suddenly accelerated in his hand.

The moment the tennis balls collided, a powerful shock wave burst out in all directions.

Then the tennis ball shot out.

The speed was so fast that it was almost twice as fast as Kirihara Akaya's shot.

The key is.

The trajectory of this ball is exactly the same as the previous serve!

"Ok?"

Although Kirihara Akaya was indeed a little angry, he still had some rationality.

So this ball can only be said to be a normal serve.

Generally speaking, any capable opponent can successfully fight back.

just.

Beichuan's performance far exceeded his expectations.

Keen insight, extremely coordinated body, smooth movements, perfect defense.

There were even silent provocations.

"Looks like I can fight now."

After a brief moment of surprise, a hint of fanaticism appeared on Kirihara Akaya's face.

Then he leaned forward slightly, bending his knees slightly and keeping a low posture.

His eyes were fixed on the tennis ball that was flying towards him.

Just as the ball is about to hit the ground.

He moved.

Using one foot as a fulcrum, he tapped the other foot on the ground at an extremely fast frequency. Each step was precise and powerful, like the precise programming of a robot, ensuring that he could cover the maximum space with the smallest stride.

call!

However, at the moment when Kirihara Akaya swung the racket.

But there was a sound of breaking air.

"Valid ball!"

"Kitagawa scores, 0-15!"

This was followed by the voice of the temporary referee.

"what?!"

Kirihara Akaya seemed to be petrified, motionless.

His eyes were filled with shock.

"Friend, please don't let me down."

"If you want to fool me, you don't have to do this."

With his eyes narrowed slightly, Beichuan pretended to look rather distressed as he spoke.

That look, those words, seemed as if they were real.

Just be.

Passersby A, B, C, and D, who had been watching for a whole day, all twitched their mouths.

Obviously, Beichuan has been using this trick all day.

"hateful!"

"Boy, I didn't want to hurt innocent people."

Kirihara Akaya slowly turned to Kitagawa.

As he spoke, his eyes gradually became bloodshot.

"But now you are my prey!"

After saying this.

He slowly raised his head, revealing a cruel expression, and licked his lips.

Words like weird, violent, brutal, etc. instantly emerged in the minds of the onlookers.

"It happened!"

"Kirhara activated Red Eyes Mode."

"I hope that young man is safe and sound..."

Compared to the crowd watching.

Jackal-san, who knew Kirihara Akaya well, felt helpless and sighed deeply.

on the field.

After seeing the changes in Kirihara Akaya, Kitagawa grinned instead.

"Have you ever heard of a saying?"

"High-end hunters often disguise themselves as their prey!"

The words fell.

"Humph!"

"A dead duck has a tough mouth."

Kirihara Akaya held the tennis ball between his fingers and raised it in front of his eyes.

It was as if it was aiming at Beichuan on the opposite side.

Followed by.

He suddenly threw the tennis ball into the air.

With a short and powerful squat movement, Kirihara Akaya seemed to transform into a beast about to pounce on its prey, full of explosive power.

The next moment, he suddenly jumped up, his body expanded quickly like a spring, and his arms swung forward with the racket at an astonishing speed.

As for the tennis ball, it seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, with a strong side spin, flying rapidly towards the opponent's court.

"You really have an irritable constitution..."

He sighed softly.

Instead of taking action immediately, Beichuan closed his eyes.

For a moment, the whole person seemed to be still.

"What is he doing?"

Kirihara Akaya waved his sword while watching Kitagawa's every move closely.

His intuition told him that the boy in front of him was not as harmless as he looked.

The next moment.

Call ~

There seemed to be a gentle breeze blowing over the court.

In a trance, the wind from the forest sea blew, and the ocean was full of strong winds.

The sparse sounds of golden swords, iron horses, and whirling sand in the wind gradually entered Kirihara Akaya's ears.

In the reflection of his eyes.

Beichuan suddenly opened his eyes.

Quickly turn the racket in your hand to the backhand and place it horizontally in front of your chest.

And this time.

The tennis ball also bounced off the ground and headed straight for Beichuan's abdomen.

"Wind brake!"

boom!

Whizzing!

Woohoo!

A series of sounds suddenly filled the court.

And these sounds were fleeting in an instant.

Look again.

The tennis ball has appeared in the blind spot behind Kirihara Akaya.

Then it ricocheted out of bounds.