"Really! There's obviously no court No. 2 there!"

Kintaro Toyama complained with a depressed look on his face. For the first time, he was dissatisfied with this huge training camp.

It's really too big.

"Ah, after such a long time, the game is probably over by now! Just go back and forget it!"

Kintaro Toyama held his head, pursed his lips, and planned to go back to the dormitory in despair.

However, just when he passed a fork in the road.

"Huh!"

Toyama Kintaro suddenly stopped and looked to the other direction with some confusion.

It feels like there’s something there!

Feeling the wonderful feeling in his heart, Kintaro Toyama rolled his eyes.

"Forget it, let's go there and have a look again!"

In the monitoring room, through the screen, Saito looked at Echizen Ryoma who was beginning to show off his power, and showed a scheming smile.

"Now, there are two of us. It seems that tomorrow's plan will change a little."

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Outside the No. 2 court, Kuranosuke Shiraishi and Seiichi Yukimura looked at the two people on the court with shocked eyes. The tennis ball was like an elf, coming alive under their hands, as if it had its own consciousness. Every ball was

It made the two of them feel like it was the finishing touch, and it was very subtle.

More importantly, as Echizen Ryoma began to exert force, the rhythm of him and Hata Souji was gradually accelerating. Every movement and every breath seemed to follow a wonderful pattern, strong and focused.

"Yukimura, that's right!"

Shiraishi Kuranosuke said somewhat incredulously.

Yukimura Seiichi's eyes are as deep as a bottomless cold spring, making it impossible for people to detect his true thoughts.

"Well, it's the ultimate in seamlessness."

Seeing Ryoma Echizen who was performing on the court as if he had been reborn, Seiichi Yukimura looked indifferent and said meaningfully: "It's very strong. The expression of enjoyment is probably the so-called forgetting everything and enjoying the fun of tennis.

"

Yukimura Seiichi clenched his hands tightly without leaving a trace, forgetting everything. For him who is obsessed with winning or losing, this is not an easy thing.

Ever since, his eyes completely fell on Souji Hatada, watching how this opponent who had defeated him would respond when faced with a perfect match.

He wants to see an answer from Soji Hata!

"Bang!"

Now, Souji Hatada could no longer put any burden on Echizen Ryoma with his ordinary attacks. Watching his opponent hit the tennis ball casually and wantonly, Souji Hata smiled faintly.

"It's perfect. It's really strong to be able to do this!"

The racket was used backhand, and a diagonal shot hit the left side of the court towards Echizen Ryoma.

"Bang!"

Tap tap tap tap!

Compared with the heavy and passive pace before, Echizen Ryoma seemed to have finally found his own rhythm at this moment, with the wind under his feet, light and agile.

"So! Are you still not going to change your racket back?"

Echizen Ryoma looked cheerful and looked at Hata Souji energetically, with an indescribable sense of joy in his voice.

Souji Hatada smiled faintly.

"Well, this is the last ball anyway. You and I both know the score! If I win this ball, I win!"

"Really! But did you win this ball?"

Echizen Ryoma replied openly, as if he was swearing his sovereignty, leaving no room for doubt.

At the same time, his figure has already arrived in front of the tennis ball. He holds the racket with both hands and hides the racket behind his back. When the tennis ball is approaching and the timing is perfect, he swings the racket fiercely like a warrior.

"Bang!"

At that moment, in addition to Souji Hata, Kuranosuke Shiraishi and Seiichi Yukimura outside the court all saw the deformed tennis ball on the racket. The kind of blow that would make them collapse at any time made them choke.

Watching this ball nervously.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by heavy sonic booms and air waves, the tennis ball flew towards Hata Souji like a lightning bolt.

Looking at the tennis ball, which was still trembling faintly in the air, Souji Hatada opened his eyes, with a clear light shining in his eyes.

"This ball is a bit interesting!"

His eyes were sharp, like an eagle locking its prey in the sky, sharp and cold.

When the tennis ball is approaching, swing decisively!

"Bang!"

The tennis ball, which was still trembling just now and had a slight displacement, was hit the target, and the two staggered racket strings tightly wrapped the tennis ball.

Seeing that the ball still did not escape Hata Souji's racket, Echizen Ryoma smiled meaningfully.

It’s not over yet!

Um?

Suddenly, Souji Hata noticed something strange on the racket!

The tennis ball blocked by the cross string is constantly rotating, twisting the string.

And with only two racket strings, the resistance to this ball can be said to be minimal. In other words, the reason why these two racket strings can hold up until now is thanks to the exquisite force-relieving work of Souji Hatada.

Skill and control!

But now, these two shooting lines have finally reached their limit.

"Zheng!"

With a crisp sound, Hata Souji felt a sense of weakness and emptiness coming from the racket in his hand.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he discovered that the two strings had been broken long ago.

Fortunately, when Souji Hata sensed something was wrong, he used his excellent experience to decisively adjust the angle of his racket, so that although his racket string was now broken, the tennis ball was still bounced high to the opposite side.

"Tsk! What a pity!"

Kuranosuke Shiraishi couldn't help but sigh with regret. In his opinion, even Souji Hata would have a hard time dealing with the seamless entry of Echizen Ryoma without a string in the racket.

Yukimura Seiichi didn't speak, he just looked at Souji Hata on the court quietly.

"Whoosh!"

Looking at the tennis ball in the sky, Echizen Ryoma seemed to have swept away the previous haze and decline at this moment, leaping high, and the moonlight behind him made his expression very sacred and cold.

Looking at the empty racket in Hata Souji's hand, Echizen Ryoma smiled openly.

"Win! It'll be me!"

As if in the final judgment, Echizen Ryoma swung the racket hard against the tennis ball!

"Samurai—swipe!"

"Bang!"

With a backhand strike, the tennis ball was like the trajectory of a swordsman's sword, diagonally crossing the court from upwards to downwards like a crescent moon.

“Pooh!!!”

When it was about to fly over the court, the tennis ball hit the thin rope connecting the net, and a violent and harsh friction sound was heard. The next moment, the tennis ball was split into two, like two dragons, flying one to the left and one to the right.

Mr. Bantian.

All is over!

Kuranosuke Shiraishi once again mentally commented on the result of this shot, but he was still a little lucky and was already looking forward to what kind of battle it would be if Souji Hata picked up a normal racket.

Yukimura Seiichi also had the same view as Shiraishi Kuranosuke. Even though he had expectations for Hata Souji for some special reasons, he didn't think that Hata Souji could crack this problem with a ball frame.

One ball.

You know, a tennis ball divided into two halves is even more difficult to play. At the same time, due to the uneven force, the trajectory in the air is even more weird.

Looking at Echizen Ryoma's confident smile in the air, Hatada Souji's body began to calm down automatically, and waves of breeze began to surround him, jumping for joy, competing with Echizen Ryoma's ball carrying the moonlight.

"I already said it was the last ball, so why didn't I make some preparations?"

Souji Hatada's confident voice sounded. Echizen Ryoma in the air looked at Souji Hatada who placed the racket on his left waist, and couldn't help but feel a strong sense of crisis in his heart!

And the next scene completely refreshed the views of Echizen Ryoma, Yukimura Seiichi, Shiraishi Kuranosuke, and, well, the belated arrival of Toyama Kintaro.

"Phew, we're finally here, how did the game go..."

Kintaro Toyama had just arrived at the edge of the court when he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing around. With Souji Hata as the center, the wind was even more surging. The howling wind and white mist formed a terrifying storm, and the tennis ball played by Echizen Ryoma was directly

Drawn into the storm.

Four pairs of eyes widened, looking at the storm in front of them in shock, as well as the huge cyan figure looming above the storm.

Chic, ethereal, fierce, violent, free!

Countless contradictory auras appeared on the huge cyan figure.

At this moment, everyone felt that this figure was the incarnation of the wind. No, it should be the master of the wind.

"Zi la!"

The next moment, accompanied by two roaring winds, two half-sized tennis balls were shot out like arrows, each perfectly pressed into the bottom corners of both sides of Echizen Ryoma's court, while Echizen Ryoma was still immersed in the terrifying scene just now.

, unable to extricate himself for a while.

The next moment, the strong wind dissipated, everything became calm, and the surrounding scene took on a unique emptiness and tranquility after the passing of the strong wind.

The four of them looked at the figure standing on the court with shocked eyes, worshiping him like a god.

Under the shocked eyes of the four people, Mr. Bantian smiled faintly.
Chapter completed!