Prince of Tennis: Start by replicating your talent

The surprised expressions of these five guys at Akutsu's behavior were very interesting. The atmosphere instantly became more tense. Just when they thought that the golden man would definitely fight back, he just wiped the blood off his face and smiled. Damn it, you are really looking for death, but Atobe—

"Ok?"

"You are indeed a qualified person. After not seeing you for a year, you actually led a very motivated team. My friend, you did not disappoint us."

This reversal also made everyone stunned for a moment, and the atmosphere instantly became a little relaxed, but only a little. One of the tall and thin guys with red hair threw the stone in his hand at them without saying a word, and said:

"No, my friend, since we have agreed to come here, one is absolutely inevitable."

No more, no less, a total of 11 stones were thrown at them.

Nanchuan swung the racket in his hand violently, first hitting the red-haired guy on the forehead, and a stream of bright red blood flowed down.

Then, Atobe and Akutsu also swung their rackets and hit back the stones that hit them in time.

Only Hou Changtaro and Hiyoshi Wakaba were unable to react in time and were almost hit by the stones.

However, Nanchuan had already made preparations. He swung his racket again and hit the stone in front of Hiyoshi Ruo back.

The stone in front of Fengchangtaro was caught by Karaji with his bare hands.

Fortunately, no one was injured.

The five people on the opposite side were silent, with gloomy faces.

They wiped the blood off their faces and fixed their eyes on Nanchuan.

"Damn you, kid"

"Muhan Becker, what are you guys talking about? Now that you have seen our strength, you can either fight directly or hurry up and do the work as we said before!"

Atobe stood up, pointed his racket at them, and gave them orders with great momentum. The Muhan Becker he mentioned was the big blond scarred man, so he was obviously the leader among them.

Muhan Becker snorted, "Okay, but our tests are endless, you should know that, Jibe."

Atobe hummed, "I know it well, you don't need to remind me all the time."

"K, come with us."

These people didn't waste any time and took them somewhere.

However, Nanchuan noticed that these people all had the same tattoo on their bodies. It could be seen that this was also an underground organization of Gu Ding. What made him more concerned was what Mu Han Becker said:

Our trials are endless.

In other words, these underground organizations have always been in a state of fighting, because it is for profit, and it can't be considered a team competition. Therefore, they treat the people around them the same, and they are always fighting and on guard to avoid being eliminated.

Nanchuan raised his mouth slightly. This kind of organization is also very interesting from another perspective, right? It's very exciting. In order not to be eliminated, they have to improve their skills. At least, Nanchuan believes that their improved "killing skills" must be strong. Although it's a bit exaggerated, they are really trying their best.

The red-haired guy who threw the stone just now is called Krittan Ritter, and he is now in the third grade of junior high school. This guy has a personality similar to Akutsu, and he will fight if he disagrees with others. You should be careful. "

On the way, Atobe gave them a brief introduction.

'That white-haired guy, even though he's smaller than the others, he's actually a year taller. His name is Wojcick, and he's good at attacking, attacking everywhere.'

"The one walking on the left, with brown hair, is called Orson Roy, a sophomore in high school. It seems his family is very poor, so he started playing underground tennis. He has been playing for several years and is willing to sell out his teammates for profit."

"Even though Becker is their leader, these people are all looking out for their own interests at critical moments."

The guy with long flowing white hair walking at the back, yes, that's him, Peta Harmon, not bad looking but actually sinister and cunning, he's in the first grade like us, he joined the underground tennis when I left last year, humph, his tennis is very dangerous, he almost beat someone to death once, you guys should be careful too."

Almost beat someone to death? My goodness, was he playing killer tennis?

Several guys locked their eyes on Harmon, and he seemed to sense something and looked back at them as well.

This guy is indeed good-looking, but his eyes are gloomy, and even though he has a smile on his face, it is very creepy.

He smiled at Atobe with narrowed eyes and waved:

What's wrong, Atobe? Are you scared? If you have time, why don't we have another fight?

Atobe snorted and gritted his teeth: "That's exactly what I meant."

Nanchuan was surprised. Usually, Atobe had a good temper. He would only show such gnashing of teeth when he met someone he really cared about or who had irritated him.

It seems that Atobe must have been defeated by this guy in the past, and it is possible that he was beaten badly. I don’t know how powerful this guy’s so-called killer tennis ball is, and whether it is really very dangerous, or his opponent is just too weak.

Who knows? After all, when Atobe was in elementary school, in addition to his extraordinary physical endurance and insight, his tennis skills were actually just average. It is understandable that he was injured by a guy with a killer tennis skill at that stage.

Nanchuan silently remembered this guy named Peta Harmon.

Soon they came to an abandoned tennis court, which looked scarred and shocking.

The nets surrounding the court have been destroyed, hanging there in pieces and tatters, as if constantly remembering someone's failure. The court is full of potholes and cracks, no doubt they were caused by tennis balls.

Moreover, some of the potholes appear to be newly appeared, indicating that this so-called waste gas stadium is actually still in use.

The users are these underground tennis players.

Becker looked down at Atobe and said:

We just have to wait for another group to come today. We have a match with them that we must win. Atobe is here for your sake today. I can promise you that if you can win today, you can join us. No problem. "

If you lose, huh, you'll lose your part-time job, and you'll have to pay us the compensation.

The meaning is very clear. Whether you can get a part-time job during this holiday depends on today's game.

Atobe pointed at Nankawa and Akutsu and said, "The two of them are enough."

"Okay! But if they get hurt, it won't have anything to do with us."

Atobe: "You don't need to tell me. Who will get hurt is hard to say. Hey, people are coming? Is it them?"

At this time, three people came over together. They all had tennis bags on them, so it must be them.

"Just, three people?"

Becker: "Humph, the three of them can beat 11 of you. These three are practicing in order to become a professional. Don't underestimate them."

"Profession?"

Well, it has been a year without success. I heard that their rival received a professional invitation this year and qualified to participate in the World Cup in France. So now I am getting more and more anxious. The tennis I play is very dangerous. I don’t think you can handle it. "

The three of them came up without saying their names, and pointed their rackets at the group:

"Who's coming today?"

Before Becker could speak, Nanchuan stepped forward and said, "Let me do it."

"What? Becker, what do you mean? You let a child come? And a foreigner? Do you look down on us?

"You guys in the underground tennis world really want to take in anyone? Or do you really have nothing to offer?"

The big guy standing in the front was a curly-haired guy with a big belly.

This doesn't look like a tennis ball, it looks rather bulky.

He pointed at Nanchuan angrily: "Just him? I can hit three of them with one racket! If he gets beaten and cries, he will kneel down and beg for help!"

"If your people's strength is not matched and we can't achieve the desired effect, then today's reward can be halved!"

In the underground tennis industry, we accept all kinds of orders from players, whether from clubs or individuals.

These guys are private individuals, but no matter whether they win or lose, as long as no one is killed, it will not affect their desire to join the profession in the future.

Nanchuan suppressed his anger and sneered;

'You better wait until you beat me before you say such big words. I don't want to waste words. If you want to fight, then start fighting. I will accompany you to the end today.'

As he spoke, he stretched his arms and legs to warm up.

Atobe and his friends had already completely retreated to the outside of the field, and everyone saw that they had great trust in their teammates who were fighting alone.

This kind of trust surprised Belk and the others for a moment, but they soon regained their "pity" expressions. Nanchuan casually stood to one side and said:

"I heard that you guys are here to practice in order to get into a professional team. Let me see if there are people who have ambitions to get into the professional team.

The actual strength does not match. "

"What a big tone! Boy, you are simply courting death!"

The big-bellied curly-haired man stood opposite Nanchuan and said, "Let me beat you up, you arrogant boy. How about I serve you first? I'm already very generous, my friend."

Nanchuan nodded: "It's hard to refuse such a kind offer.

Then he took out a tennis ball.

He never refuses his opponent to give him the serve directly.

Why would he stop his opponent if he was being stupid?

Belk stood in the referee's position and said, "Then let the game begin!

It doesn't even say what the playing style is, whether it's a one-set system or a six-set system, or even that the winner may be decided in one game.

In short, there are no rules in their kind of tennis. The game ends when one side is knocked down first. This is even wilder than the underground tennis that Nanchuan knows.

boom!

Nanchuan directly used the invisible racket backswing, and before anyone could see how he swung the racket, the tennis ball had already flown out.

boom!

1:0″

"Go straight to a tie-break?"

When the Ice Emperors heard the way Belk reported the points, they finally understood that this was how they played!

It turns out that the rule is that the game will not end until one side is defeated!

What surprised them more than them were Belk and his team, as well as Nanchuan's opponents.

They seemed to be completely confused by Nanchuan's serve.

"It's so fast!"

'And I didn't see the trajectory of the tennis ball. Does he usually practice with pebbles? "

Atobe was so proud as if he was praising himself. He smiled and said, "No, this is not an amazing tennis. But Belk, have you regressed? Are you surprised by this?"

Humph, I just didn't expect Neon, who has always been a terrible tennis player, to serve like this. This must be just an isolated case!"

"Bullshit! You haven't seen my serve yet."

"How come I haven't seen it before?"

A lot can change in a year, Belk, just wait and see."

At this time, Nanchuan's attention was focused on his opponent, and he tried his best to block out the noise outside the court.

Since the scores are announced in a tie-break format, it means that the opponent is now serving.

The big-bellied curly guy really took out a star tennis ball. His face didn't look good. Was he angered by Nanchuan's serve just now? It was obvious that he was easily affected by emotions. Nanchuan remembered this.

boom!

boom!

Eyebrow chirp!

"1:1"

Nanchuan caught the opponent's tennis ball.

Nanchuan's racket was hit away.

The tennis ball hit the ground, leaving a very obvious dent! Dust flew up in an instant.

The scene fell silent, and the Hyotei guys were instantly stunned. After all, they had rarely seen Nanchuan's tennis racket being knocked away. Except for the first time when his racket was knocked away by Atobe's Waltz, no one else could knock his racket away again. "It's so heavy!"

Nanchuan felt the heaviness and pain in his arms.

Just when he was catching the ball, a powerful force caused his wrist to sink suddenly, and he lost his grip on the racket and was knocked away.

'It turns out that he plays power tennis, no wonder.'

He looked at his racket, and then he realized that the advantage of this seemingly bulky opponent was the strength of his body weight.

He was sure that this kind of force was very strong, so strong that even if Akutsu came to receive the ball, he would not be able to return the ball successfully.

But there is a fatal problem, his tennis is purely strength, without skills, but this is the flaw,

It is said that there is always something that can defeat something else in the world. The same is true on the court. There are always moves that can counter the flaws. Power tennis without skills can also be resolved with skills.

He took out his new racket and confidently stood at the bottom line.

Can you still laugh?" Curly-haired man with a big belly became more and more excited when he saw that Nanchuan was not discouraged at all, but had the courage of the Vietnam War.