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

Even the proud Atobe Keigo couldn't help but ask: "Wind energy?"

"Yes." Fuji Shusuke nodded, "You can understand it as, when Sicily swung his racket, a tiny hurricane damage was transmitted to his racket."

"Compared to Borg's [Baptism of Whirlpool], although the range is smaller, the damage is almost ten times that of [Baptism of Whirlpool]!"

"The rotational force guided by the [Baptism of the Vortex] is transmitted to the player's arms and even the whole body, so the player cannot bear the load on his wrist and is swept away or loses control and drops his racket."

"Coach Chen Fan's ball only touched the racket, but the wind energy it contained exceeded the racket's endurance. The racket disintegrated in an instant, and Sicily's palm holding the racket was also affected."

After analysis and disassembly by Shusuke Fuji.

Everyone then realized how exaggerated Chen Fan's goal was.

Squeeze the tennis ball itself into a force fifteen hurricane.

He can also control the power of the hurricane to only destroy the opponent's palm instead of the opponent's body. It is very clever!

This ball is a world-class skill both in terms of technique and entertainment.

It is even several times stronger than Borg's [Baptism of the Vortex] that he used wholesale.

"Just one move..."

"Sicily was defeated with just one move. Is this year's world number one a monster?"

"No wonder Medanore would rather die than come to Sakura Country with us."

"So there is such a monster."

The more Modisha thought about it, the more frightened he became.

After seeing his two teammates lose the game in succession.

He was also a little panicked.

And looking at Chen Fan's appearance, he is not a good person.

Of the two players in the rotation match, Bacca is still unconscious, and Sicily's right hand was destroyed and he can no longer use two swords. If he wants to play tennis again, he can only practice holding the racket with his left hand.

But I am afraid that by then the technical level will be difficult to return to the current level.

It almost ended his tennis life early.

just now.

What Modisha fears most is that Chen Fan will target him.

But whatever you fear will come to you, this is a law that has existed since ancient times.

really.

Chen Fan on the court was already staring at Modisha with a smile on his face.

"You were the one bullying the little brother at the street tennis court, right?"

Chen Fan's voice was like the devil's sound from the abyss.

Even he still had a polite smile on his face.

But now all this seemed like the devil's smile in Modisha's eyes.

"Modisha, what are you afraid of?"

"The talent of the God of Death is extremely rare. Even among extraordinary talents, it belongs to the category of divine power."

"No matter how strong your mental strength is, can it be stronger than your body?"

Behind.

Came the king's voice.

Hearing this word of "encouragement", Modisha calmed down a lot.

"That's right. The God of Death is at least a divine being. It's impossible that his mental power can't affect him."

"Although Baka's mental strength is strong, it is still a far cry from divine power."

Modisha comforted himself in his heart.

He suddenly became more confident. After picking up the racket, he walked onto the court with a smile on his face.

If there is someone that both Sicily and Baka cannot defeat, then he, Modisha, will defeat him.

The title of world's number one will probably become even more famous.

Modisha's fame will spread throughout the tennis world in time.

Fame is something that Modisha has always pursued.

Because their tennis style is too dark and for their own personal reasons, they are unable to participate in the world championship.

These dark characters will not be reported in the tennis world.

therefore.

He constantly challenges and destroys players who have achieved fame in world competitions over the years in order to expand his own popularity.

If he can defeat Chen Fan, the new world number one and a new generation tennis legend who is at the peak of his popularity, then will he gain less fame?

After a brief analysis of the benefits of winning, Modisha became even more confident than before...

Looking at Chen Fan's face, the panic from before was gone.

He only saw it as a stepping stone on his road to fame and fortune.

"Is there something wrong with this foreign guy with dreadlocks..."

When Chen Fan saw that Modisha was looking at him with excitement in his eyes, he immediately felt a chill in his heart.

"Masaka? Is this foreign guy with dreadlocks gay?"

The more Chen Fan thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his face twisted involuntarily.

For a while.

The expressions of the people on the two courts formed a sharp contrast.

One had a face full of excitement, the other had a face full of disgust.

"Did Coach Chen Fan have any conflicts with Modisha before?"

"Why does he look so reluctant in this round-robin battle?"

Shiraishi Kuranosuke couldn't help but feel curious and asked immediately.

"No... maybe I just simply hate the way Modisha looks."

Fuji Shusuke also looked puzzled.

The two-person race begins.

He was not worried at all about Modisha's serve.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Om-! !

The aura on his body exploded instantly.

The space behind him began to distort.

A breath of death slowly dissipated from the space behind him.

"Mental strength?"

Chen Fan frowned slightly.

"Is there something seriously wrong with these people's brains?"

"You know that mental power is useless to me, but you still keep using it? How much of a show-off do you want to show off?"

Thinking secretly in my heart.

Chen Fan couldn't help but speak kindly: "I say, mental power is useless to me. Why don't you stop wasting your energy and switch to someone else? I'm scared when I look at you. I'm physically scared."

After saying this, Chen Fan couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Because he found that after he finished speaking, Modisha stared at him even more fanatically.

On the other side, Modisha's face was filled with ecstasy when he heard this.

Especially when he heard the word "afraid", he became even more excited.

"Spiritual power is useless to you? Haha, don't worry! My spiritual power is different from theirs!"

"My mental power belongs to the power of God! It is completely different from ordinary extra-dimensional ball skills and mental will!"

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Om-! !

Modisha finished.

In the space behind.

The purple-black space and time twisted, and a dark figure slowly emerged from it.

He was wearing a gray-black cloak, and there seemed to be nothing under the cloak, which swayed in the wind.

A skeletal arm slowly emerged from under the cloak.

Followed by.

A black, two-meter-long Grim Reaper's scythe appeared in the skeleton's hand.

The spiritual will of a god of death is slowly gathering.

After a few seconds.

When death is completely solidified.

A strong smell of death emanated, and the entire stadium seemed to have turned black and white.

Everyone seemed to have entered a different dimension!

The expressions of Yukimura Seiichi and others suddenly changed.

They were very familiar with this aura, having seen it twice in the World Championships.

One was Echizen Ryuga's [Fallen Angel Lucifer], and the other was Chen Fan's [Nezha the Third Prince].

"Divine power!"

Everyone reacted immediately.

"Hahahaha! Is the mental power of any use to you now?"

When Modisha saw Yukimura Seiichi and others standing by and watching the game, their faces changed color and he immediately started laughing wildly.

did not expect.

Another message came from Yukimura Seiichi and the others.

"I didn't expect that this person, who looks ordinary, would be loved by the heavens and have the honor to awaken his divine power."

"Coach Chen Fan is right. Foolish people really do have good fortune."

Shiraishi Kuranosuke spoke seriously to Yukimura Seiichi and the others.

moment.

Modisha's expression changed, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

A sense of inexplicable anger immediately surged in my heart.

He hates it most when people make comments about his appearance.

however.

Before he could show his power.

the other side.

Chen Fan looked at the God of Death and saw a smile on his face.

"Kamiwei?"