Tennis: Let you take charge of the youth school, and all become professionals

"It's just an ordinary lob!"

Borg was overjoyed to see the tennis ball being guided.

"Ok?"

next second.

Borg frowned and looked at the wisps of black smoke floating above the tornado.

My heart ached for no reason.

"Could it be that!!"

boom--! !

Before Borg could finish.

The tornado sucked in the tennis ball and suddenly expanded from the inside!

A touch of fiery red spread from the eye of the storm.

Directly turned the tornado into a fire tornado!

The flames spread rapidly with the wind.

In the blink of an eye, all the tornadoes around Borg turned into fire tornadoes.

Wind meeting fire is like fish meeting water.

The volume of the surrounding fire tornadoes is rapidly expanding and shrinking inward, trying to form a larger fire tornado to swallow up 500 of the Borg.

Only then did Borg realize that he had fallen into a trap.

The players from various countries in the row also understood it instantly.

Genichirō Sanada's eyes were full of admiration.

"So strong!"

"This ability to adapt to changing circumstances is incredible!"

"Use the enemy's strengths and turn them into his weaknesses!"

"It's similar to the strategies in the Thirty-Six Strategies!"

Snapped--! !

After seeing this ball, Genichirō Sanada fell into a state of enlightenment.

Team Sheila.

Noah also showed admiration on his face.

"It turns out that the lob can be used like this."

"Before serving, Chen Fan makes the ball spin, and then slices the ball to make it rise straight up, creating enough friction with the surrounding air in the air."

"As the ball falls, the spin of the ball is strengthened again, and the wind speed further increases the fiber temperature on the surface of the tennis ball."

"By the time the ball is about to hit the ground, the surface of the tennis ball fiber can reach a temperature of 70 degrees."

"He calculated that the Borg tornado would definitely guide the tennis ball, so after the ball was guided into the tornado, the goal was almost successful."

"When a tennis ball enters the eye of a storm, it is rubbed by stronger wind and sand, and the fiber surface is directly heated to the ignition point."

"At this time, the flames born from the tennis ball will expand instantly under the blessing of the tornado, and then be quickly guided by other tornadoes to form the current fire tornado."

Noah said in a surprised tone, looking at Borg who was wrapped in the fire tornado.

The bald head shone particularly brightly in the flames.

“No wonder it’s called baked eggs.”

"It really is……"

"What a unique skill."

269. Medanore's Negotiation! Borg Falls! Everyone is Shocked!

boom--! !

In less than ten seconds.

The fire tornado surrounding Borg has expanded several times larger than its original size.

The heat around us gradually increased.

Borg's bald head was already red and sweaty.

The flames from the rising fire tornado spread outward, making it impossible for Borg to rush out of the court.

They had no choice but to keep shrinking towards the center of the fire tornado.

Now he wishes he could give himself two big pouches.

If I hadn't been too cautious and had sent a few more tornadoes, I wouldn't have no chance to escape now.

“What a miscalculation.”

Borg sighed helplessly.

The flames around him were getting closer and closer, and his team uniform became scorching hot, as if it would burn and brand his skin in the next second.

now.

The lounge of the Spanish national team.

Medanore looked at the troubled Borg, and the smile on his face became even wider, revealing an evil charm.

"Borg, now you should understand what powerlessness is."

"Make your choice, Borg."

Medanore smiled wickedly.

Shaking the red wine glass in his hand, he looked at the Borg surrounded by a fire tornado on TV with anticipation.

"Medanore, I never thought that it would affect your [Ashura Shinto]."

"What a mistake."

Borg sighed helplessly.

Looking at the fire tornado that was already approaching, the space behind him began to distort.

Om-! !

An indescribable aura of terror emanated from Borg.

The red space originally reflected by the [Ancient Battlefield] and the fire tornado instantly turned into purple-black.

A chilly wind blew from Borg's feet.

The space behind him continued to distort and expand.

In the blink of an eye.

The cold wind collided with the fire tornado, and the fire tornado instantly vanished into nothing.

The broken swords and charred corpses in the surrounding [ancient battlefield] were also swallowed up by this dark wind, and the land turned into a deep black.

The black covered Borg's half of the court.

With the net as the dividing line, a square black area is formed.

It was either land or pure black, like a black hole, and you couldn't see what was underneath.

And Borg himself was right in the middle of this darkness, looking at Chen Fan with deep eyes.

Waves of black gas rose from the ground and surrounded Borg.

The space behind him kept twisting, without showing any shadows, but it made people feel palpitations.

The stadium fell silent for a short while.

Very weird.

"Hmm? Has the aura changed?"

"It doesn't feel like the Borg."

Chen Fan looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Borg in front of him and couldn't help but frown.

Borg's eyes were now filled with darkness.

As if being controlled by someone, there was no focus in the pupils.

The beautiful country team.

"This is it!!"

"Medanore really negotiated with Borg!"

"Did the Borg fall, too?"

"Sure enough, in the face of victory, nothing matters."

"Chen Fan..."

"If Chen Fan also loses after this match, and Medanore negotiates with him, will he also fall into his boundless ambitions?"

Reinhardt was a little excited. He clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth.

The birdman Dudu next to him had a complicated expression and looked at Borg with regret.

"Did Medanore win after all?"

……

An underground tennis court.

Amadeus is playing a match with the owner of the underground tennis court.

Amadeus was covered in blood and was obviously no match for his opponent.

"The strength of the underground black court is indeed terrifying."

“No rules, no limits.”

"It's not fair, hahahahahaha!"

A few drops of blood flowed from the corner of Amadeus' mouth.

Boom——! !

Boom——! !

Boom——! !

Several more tennis balls flew towards Amadeus from all directions.

They hit his body all at once.

Amadeus staggered and fell to his knees.

This is the underground black ball game.

There are no rules here, and don't even expect a fair one-on-one fight.

When you stand on the court, you face not only the ball from your opponent, but also the ball from the audience from all directions.

And what flies towards you may not necessarily be a ball, but also stones, iron balls, cans, etc.

"Medanore."

"I'm really unwilling."

"If I don't rely on your strength, I won't be able to return to Babulu Academy and complete my revenge on Echizen Ryuga."

Amadeus said.

A dark shadow also spread out under his feet.

Half of the stadium was also covered in black.

"Even the Borg have fallen..."

"As the world's number one, he still has to agree to Medanore's negotiations."