Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

Now, Nanchuan is disappointed.

Because he didn't perform to the level he thought he would.

Why do they have such high expectations of themselves?

If that’s the case, why not try your best?

Fuji was immediately inspired.

"The game isn't over yet, isn't it too early to say that, Nanchuan?"

He opened his eyes and looked at Nanchuan with full aura.

Nanchuan was stunned for a moment, then he smiled:

"Yes, that's right, but it's already 3-5, I won't let you win, Fuji."

"If you let me win, it would be disrespectful to me. I never let me win from the beginning to the end, Nanchuan."

"Oh, then it's true that you disappointed me, so now please be sure to give me a surprise."

Atobe added: "Give you a surprise and ask you to reproduce it?"

Nanchuan turned his head and glanced at him: "Tsk, that's not what I meant. If you have the ability, just become so strong that I can't copy you. Besides, I don't even have the idea of ​​copying your not-so-good tennis."

This is really a blow.

Qian Zhenzhi's pen paused for a moment while he was recording.

Fuji held the tennis ball between his fingers and his serving posture changed.

Chapter 68 There is a problem with mental strength

The tennis ball was spun by Fuji with his fingers and dropped. This serving method surprised everyone.

"What kind of fighting style is this?"

Even his hand didn't know that his teammate could use this trick?

boom!

The tennis ball was hit and flew out by Fuji. Because this was a downward slice serve, the tennis ball flew out at a very fast speed and when it passed the net and came to Nanchuan's court, it suddenly accelerated and flew out of the court.

"The tennis ball is gone!"

"It was so fast, and the trajectory was unpredictable. The tennis ball disappeared!"

boom!

The tennis ball hit the boundary line behind Nanchuan accurately, bounced up and flew out.

″15-0″

Fuji's new serve successfully scored a point.

Nanchuan, who was standing at the baseline, took a look at the tennis ball rolling down his feet and gave Fuji a thumbs up:

"This ball is pretty good, worthy of Fuji, hitting a new serve on the spot!"

In the original work, Fuji is a guy who can evolve on the spot to deal with his opponents on the court. It is not an exaggeration to call him a tennis genius.

It is also very appropriate to describe his daily situation when playing tennis as finding a way out of a desperate situation.

To put it bluntly, he will only really make an effort if he is forced to face the situation seriously and cannot accept failure.

Nanchuan stimulated him.

"The serve disappears." After opening his eyes, Fuji has put away his usual gentle smile. His aura has become sharp, and he is like two different people on and off the court.

"The disappearing serve? Interesting." Inui Sadaharu kept recording.

'It turns out that you can serve like this. It seems that you have studied the rotation of the tennis ball and the force and angle of the racket contacting the tennis ball very well.'

He adjusted his glasses:

"The rotation of the ball changes the point of contact between the ball and the racket, so the ball flies outward quickly when it reaches the opponent. I don't know if what I said about staying away is correct."

Atobe glanced at him and said, "You are good at analyzing data. How come you also play data tennis?

Without waiting for Inui Sadaharu to answer, he continued to talk on his own.】

"This serve looks quite interesting. The tennis ball disappears. How are you going to hit it back, Nanchuan? This guy is still laughing. Did he find a way to crack it?"

At this time, Nanchuan scored from Fuji's disappearing serve, and he really didn't feel any pressure.

Instead, he became a little excited. "It's more fun to play tennis this way. Otherwise, it's really boring to play so softly. Bu Er, keep going!"

Fuji continued to hit disappearing serves.

"30-0"

"40-0"

The tennis ball disappeared again. When everyone thought that Nanchuan would not be able to touch the tennis ball again, they saw him standing outside the baseline.

"What does that mean?"

'He can't play tennis, so he can't replicate it, so he must think of other ways. Is this his way of dealing with it now? "

"Could it be that"

Whoosh! The tennis ball fell from the sky, and Nanchuan said proudly:

"I saw it!"

This time he saw the tennis ball suddenly appear in the sky again, spinning violently. When it was about to hit the ground, he pulled back his racket.

The ball can be hit hard at the hitting point.

The tennis ball whizzed away, and before Fuji could see its trajectory clearly to make a prediction, the tennis ball had already landed and bounced, flying past his ear.

"40-15"

Fuji's ice-blue eyes dimmed at this moment.

“It was cracked just like that?”

This is a new serve that has just been hit. This kind of serve spins at high speed in the air, making it difficult for the opponent to find the trace of the tennis ball and hit it back.

But after a few rounds, Nanchuan completely cracked it.

This also shattered Fuji's original self-perception that he was "a pretty good tennis player".

“Re-enactment: The Vanishing Serve.”

"Evolution: The second disappearance of the serve."

"30-40"

"40-40, even!"

4-6! Kezhi Anan! He won again by breaking Nanchuan's speed and sealing Fuji's disappearing serve, completely ending this contest, but he was not too excited because it was within his expectations.

The five dimensions of Fuji now are far from the values ​​they had in the third grade of junior high school. With his thin body, weak skills, and lack of a strong desire to win, no matter how high his tennis talent is, he cannot support himself.

Nanchuan was not surprised that the wind attack technique he expected did not perform amazingly.

So now Fuji is facing Nanchuan who is determined to win and takes every match seriously with the goal of winning.

His failure was inevitable.

"Fuji, at least you can now hit a disappearing serve. This alone shows how talented you are. You've never developed such a style of play before, right?"

Nanchuan reached out to Fuji.

Bu Er looked at Nan Chuan in surprise. He wiped the sweat off his face and then reached out his hand:

I really hadn't thought about it before because there was no one to return my serve except my hands.

That's because, apart from the hand field, your opponents are not of any standard. If you take this as the passing line, then you are lowering your ceiling, which will limit yourself and prevent you from performing at the level you should be."

Nanchuan put away his racket. This made Qian Zhenzhi's mouth twitch.

Nanchuan pretended not to see it and continued, "Okay, this appointment between us is complete.

I look forward to seeing your progress next time. I actually only like playing with strong opponents. If I lose to a defeated opponent and see no progress, I will lose interest in it in the future. "

This sounds very crazy.

But there is nothing wrong with that. Which strong man doesn't think so? Who wants to play with a player whose level is so different from his own? He also wants to learn more and more powerful skills. Nanchuan went to the club owner to test his five dimensions. As for what Bu Er thinks, whether he will really play his potential and stop slacking off in the future, he really can't control it.

This kind of thing requires a firm will.

If he has not experienced anything that can touch and change him, no matter how much others say, it will be of no use.

Shou Zhuo looked at Bu Er who was lying motionless in the field. In fact, he could understand Bu Er's feelings very well.

Nanchuan is right. If you choose to play tennis, you should take every game seriously and do your best. I agree with him. "

Instead of comforting the failed Bu Er, he used Nanchuan's words to stimulate him again.

Fuji forced a smile. He looked up and had regained his usual gentle image.

“It’s okay. I know what to do.”

"That's good."

After Nanchuan finished the test, everyone crowded in front of him to check his five-dimensional values.

One looked at the other in silence.

"What are you doing? Show me."

Nanchuan himself squeezed in with great difficulty, and when he saw his fifth dimension, he fell silent.

"Why, you're still not satisfied?"

When the boss saw Nanchuan's expression, he smiled bitterly.

"Among the few of you, you are about the same as this one, this one is a little taller than you, and as for this one, the total is a little more terrifying, which is quite good for your age."

Nanchuan turned around and looked at Akutsu, who the boss described as "the one who is always more terrifying."

What else is there to say about Akutsu? He is a sports freak with naturally well-developed athletic ability. This advantage is something that many athletes may not be able to achieve even if they train hard.

Nanchuan first looks at his own information:

Speed: 4

Power: 4

Stamina: 4

Technology: 4

Mental Power: 35

Total: 195

This is already at the national level.

No wonder everyone was silent when they saw it."

Nanchuan's progress is really like a monster. His current five dimensions are only second to Akutsu, and the gap is not that big.

In just one month, this progress is already very impressive and encouraging.

But in fact, it is easy to see the problem. Compared with the previous test, it seems that he has made overall progress, but his speed and strength have reached a bottleneck and have not been able to break through.

And after a month of intense physical training, he could only achieve this little improvement. It's not that it's small, but it's somewhat disproportionate.

This is the limit for other teenagers, but it should not be his limit.

Ever since he heard Fenghuang say yesterday that he couldn't replicate his tennis, Nanchuan realized the gap between them. Replication and evolution are both about skills, and he still needs to work hard to strengthen his physical fitness until he can withstand the pressure brought by the more terrifying tennis.

Devouring can only devour the burden brought by the skills after mastering them, but it cannot make him ignore the power that the opponent needs to bear when playing truly destructive tennis.

Phoenix's light shot is his classic and representative skill. It is a devastatingly violent tennis and an absolute, professional-level skill.

It is definitely not as powerful as Waltz Towards Destruction.

If you can't bear it, how can you replicate it? At present, if you can't master it, you can't start swallowing.

In addition, his mental power has not had any breakthroughs, not even a single breakthrough, and he cannot make any breakthroughs at all. Nanchuan said he did not understand this.