Chapter 105
Facing the high and spinning back-court lob, Sen Chende showed very solid basic skills.
Only to see him move backward to leave enough room for himself to return the ball, his arm stretched out, his racket lifted, keeping the racket face at the most suitable angle, and then swung decisively.
Bang!
The tennis ball was wrapped by the racket, Sen Chende's elbow twisted inward, and the racket applied special spin to the ball.
Swish~
Carrying a strong topspin, the tennis ball rushed directly to the right baseline of the opposite side.
"Whoosh——"
Shu Xiyan sprayed a long white air current from his big nose, and the long whistle always attracted everyone's attention.
He looked a bit naturally silly, but his strength should not be underestimated; the wooden racket easily intercepted this topspin ball.
Bang!
The tennis ball flew back, and the ball speed and power were both at the level.
Sen Chende immediately tilted the racket face angle, cut sharply, and applied backspin to the tennis ball while hitting it.
Bang!
Bang!
"Both sides are so amazing, they can actually attack rapidly in such a narrow baseline area!"
"Worthy of being the Kanto Tournament, the level of the players is completely different!"
The audience's eyes were full of brilliance.
Bang!
Shu Xiyan's right hand trembled slightly, the trajectory of the tennis ball fluctuated very obviously, the ball path rose upward, and he gave the opponent a perfect chance ball!
"Ah! With A-Shu's level, how could such a mistake occur?"
Outside the court, among the elementary school students of Rokkaku First Elementary School, the short-haired round-inch-headed Kui Jiantailang shouted loudly.
"Time is almost up!"
Sen Chende's eyes flashed with brilliance, the layout had been completed, and the next step was a fatal blow.
Step step.
He moved forward and leaped up, a high-pressure shot in the air, slamming the rising tennis ball heavily!
Bang!
Shu Xiyan had just recovered from the strange feeling in his arm, and the tennis ball had already flown toward his face.
Slap!
The racket swung out hurriedly to hit the ball, but a burst of soreness suddenly struck, and the moment his arm stretched out, it twitched as if it were having a spasm.
It was this short confusion that the tennis ball passed by his side.
"0-15!"
"Neicun and A-Sen are playing very easily!"
Shenwei Ming turned his head and smiled at Shitian.
Yiwu Shen Si's mouth also hooked into a shallow smile; Sen Chende didn't ask him for advice less to learn this move, and now it seems that the grasp of timing is even more outstanding than expected.
"Tachibana, the move Sen Chende prepared that you mentioned in the text message is temporary paralysis..."
Yuuki Satoru narrowed his eyes; he had already seen the opponent's playing style after a few balls, as Sen Chende deliberately delayed the confrontation time and constantly changed the spin of the tennis ball.
"That's right."
Tachibana Kippei nodded with a smile.
"This is a growth plan specially formulated for him by the coach according to his playing style..."
Sen Chende studied basic tennis, which is a steady style, accustomed to dragging the opponent to reveal flaws in a long confrontation, and then launching a fierce attack against this point to score.
For him, temporary paralysis is very suitable.
However, Tachibana Kippei keenly noticed the strangeness in Yuuki Satoru's tone and turned his head to ask.
"Is there any problem?"
"Keep watching."
Yuuki Satoru didn't say much for the time being.
Temporary paralysis is produced by spin as a medium, but
His gaze swept toward Shu Xiyan in the court and stayed on him for a long time; this unremarkable guy could even seal Fuji's Triple Counter for a short time.
How much effect can temporary paralysis play in this match?
Bang!
"0-30."
Bang!
"0-40."
Swish!
Sen Chende cut a backspin ball, and the ball path pointed directly at Shu Xiyan.
Facing the attack constantly targeting his teammates, Mu Cun Liang still firmly guarded his position.
He knew that once he tried to help Shu Xiyan, his own defense would have loopholes, and the opponent would definitely launch a fierce attack.
And even if he couldn't leave his station, he could produce help in other ways.
Only to see Mu Cun Chun staring at the tennis ball in flight, his eyes brightened, and then he shouted immediately.
"A-Shu, it's backspin!"
Hearing this, Shu Xiyan swung his arm significantly, and the racket swung out fiercely.
"Thank you, A-Liang!"
The moment the tennis ball was hit, it vibrated suddenly, the fierce spin disappeared out of thin air, and the tennis ball flew over the net straight, without any spin at all.
Bang!
The tennis ball shot over.
"This time it's topspin!"
Mu Cun Chun's eyes moved rapidly, and the spin direction of the tennis ball was clearly visible in his eyes. In Rokkaku Middle School, if Zuo Bo's dynamic vision ranked first, then he was second.
Bang!
Shu Xiyan got the instruction and changed the way of hitting immediately; the tennis ball flew back and the spin disappeared again.
Bang!
Bang!
The game point of the fourth game lasted for nearly five minutes, but Sen Chende's temporary paralysis failed to trigger.
"Why is this?"
Shenwei Ming pointed at Yiwu Shen Si's shoulder with his hand, looking puzzled; usually at this time, the opponent would have been unable to hold the racket long ago.
Yiwu Shen Si's gaze narrowed, his brows frowned, and he explained after thinking for a while.
"It's the spin."
"Spin?"
"That's right." Yiwu Shen Si's tone was firm.
"Rokkaku's Shu Xiyan, when hitting a ball that needs to be hit toward Sen Chende, will deliberately hit a no-spin draw shot."
"The purpose is to limit the spin intensity of temporary paralysis, so that A-Sen can only rely on himself to apply different spins required to maintain temporary paralysis to the tennis ball."
"However, the spin required to produce a paralysis effect takes an inestimable amount of time, almost having no effect on the score."
"In other words, temporary paralysis has been cracked."
His voice was low; he didn't expect to meet a player who could handle temporary paralysis in the first round of the Kanto Tournament.
On the court.
At this time, Shu Xiyan came to the net, while Mu Cun Liang moved to the back court.
"Good opportunity, leave it to me!"
Neicun seized the flaw that appeared when the opponent changed positions and hit the tennis ball that had just crossed the net decisively.
Net-rubbing volley!
The tennis ball flew and hit the net directly, touched the white edge lightly, the ball speed slowed down, and it fell straight in front of the net.
Scored...
Neicun waited for the tennis ball to land, but the next second, his pupils shrank suddenly.
Whoosh!
The moment the tennis ball was about to touch the ground, a black shadow suddenly flashed and dived under the net, and at the same time, a racket appeared under the tennis ball.
Bang!
Shu Xiyan used force to scoop the ball upward, and the large-arc curve ball fell accurately near the white line of the boundary.
"15-40!"
Slap. Slap.
The tennis ball bounced and fell a few times after landing; Neicun looked at the middle-part curly-haired teenager with a big nose on the opposite side, and his heart tightened.
"This guy not only cracked the temporary paralysis, but his reaction was so fast, he could catch the volley with secondary changes!"
"A-Shu is the number one clam-picking person on the beach in Liujiao, this kind of fast side-diving ball..."
"He is the best at it."
Mu Cun Liang pressed his white hat brim and prepared to serve.
"What the hell is picking clams?"
Hearing this, Neicun's forehead flashed with black lines, but his heart also immediately sounded an alarm.
As long as the big nose is at the net, he will never hit a net-rubbing volley!
Bang!
The tennis ball shot rapidly, and the flight angle was very low; if you are not careful, it will go into the net.
However, this was a volley Neicun deliberately hit toward the net, because now the opponent's Shu Xiyan was in the back court!
Swish~
The sound of the tennis ball touching the net sounded.
Net-rubbing volley reappeared!
"What a superb ball control technique, able to accurately make the tennis ball hit the net, but I am the second best at picking clams!"
"Hornet attack!"
Mu Cun Chun shouted, his body bent suddenly, running wildly, and two cross-steps appeared at the tennis ball landing point.
"Wasp hunt!"
Before the tennis ball fell, the racket backhanded and hit it fiercely; the flying tennis ball was sharp and poisonous, like a wasp's stinger stabbing over rapidly.
Neicun was shocked, but his reaction was not half-slow.
Net volley confrontation? I'm not afraid!
Bang!
He didn't show weakness, the ball shadow was captured by his eyes, the racket followed closely, and the tennis ball was hit back sharply by him.
Bang!
Bang!
The yellow stream of light reversed on the net, and the speed was rapid.
Two volleyers opened a rapid confrontation at the net, and for nearly ten rounds, the tennis ball didn't land even once.
Sweat slid down from his forehead, Neicun's eyes jumped wildly, this guy's reaction speed was really fast!
He already felt strenuous, but the other party didn't show any strangeness.
Bang!
Bang!
Mu Cun Liang jumped left and right at the net; although he hit the ball back every time, his movements didn't have any disorder, just like a wasp dancing in the flowers, with a peculiar rhythm.
Under the court, Zuo Bo, who was wearing a white head of hair, was very conspicuous, only to see his confident eyes, and he said easily.
"A-Liang's volley pace is so beautiful that it is called the dance of the hornet; he will never lose to anyone at the net."
Step step step!
"Damn it!"
Neicun retreated his steps with a difficult face, let the volley land, waited for it to bounce, and the racket pulled from bottom to top toward the sky.
Swish!
The tennis ball flew high over the net, he wanted to end this volley confrontation in advance.
Neicun admitted that he was the one who couldn't persist anymore; this kind of short-distance high-intensity confrontation was a huge test for concentration, physical strength, and technology.
And he had already lost...
Ding ding ding!
"It didn't end so simply!"
The red figure leaped up, long black hair danced in the air, and the racket in Mu Cun Liang's hand slammed down toward the tennis ball!
"It's a smash!"
Neicun's eyes widened suddenly, he could actually jump so high?! For a moment, his heart was shocked, and at the same time, his footsteps retreated rapidly toward the back.
However, seeing the other party's action, Mu Cun Liang's mouth hooked into a smile of success.
"Hehe, you fell for it!"
Whoosh~
His waist and abdomen core tightened, his body rotated instantly in mid-air, and the racket in his hand also changed from a smash action to gently sending it to the tennis ball.
"Time-difference hell attack!"
Slap!
A wind blew, and the tennis ball rolled lightly on the ground in the front court.
And Mu Cun and Sen Chende were almost stiff in place.
It was a drop shot...
"30-40!"
Bang!
Wasp hunt!
"Game, Liujiao Middle School Mu Cun Liang, Shu Xiyan, 1-3!"
Bang!
Time-difference hell attack!
"Game, Liujiao Middle School Mu Cun Liang, Shu Xiyan, 2-3!"
Bang!
Net-rubbing volley!
"Game, Budongfeng Middle School Neicun Jingjie, Sen Chende, 4-2!"
Tigers also have times when they doze off; Neicun seized the instant flaw and hit a net-rubbing volley again to take a key point.
"Budongfeng's players really can't be relaxed at all."
Mu Cun Liang took a deep look at Neicun, and his heart became more cautious.
Bang!
Bang!
The match was intense, both sides tried their best to return the ball, and the first match made the atmosphere hot.
"Budongfeng must win!"
"Budongfeng must win!"
Budongfeng's cheerleading team cheered loudly, while the official team members were unusually quiet, with serious expressions.
"This is the Kanto Tournament match, you can't be careless at all."
Ji Le Taizao said in a low voice, his expression cold.
"Relying only on one or two unexpected moves can indeed win many points, but this cannot determine the outcome of the whole match."
After more than half an hour of intense confrontation.
"I won't let you fall!"
Neicun's face was flushed and he roared loudly, his body flew toward the tennis ball that was about to land, a dive to save the ball, and sent the racket under the tennis ball.
Swish!
His left hand supported the ground, his right hand pulled upward with force, and the tennis ball flew toward the sky.
Although there was no quality to speak of, in this situation, there was no way to pursue the angle, speed, and power of the return ball.
As long as you can return the ball, that is everything!
"Huff... huff"
After saving the ball, Neicun hurriedly climbed up from the ground, staggered back to the net, his eyes shining, looking straight at the tennis ball.
His face was full of dust, his body was soaked with sweat, and even the ground he had just stuck to left a deep human mark, but he didn't care about all this.
"Huff..."
Shu Xiyan was panting, and white air could no longer be sprayed from his nose.
A pair of eyes stared at the tennis ball falling from the sky, he stepped on heavy steps to catch up to the landing point, opened his body and swung toward the ball.
Bang!
Even now, he still insisted on hitting a no-spin drop shot, always careful to guard against Sen Chende's temporary paralysis.
"Can't lose!"
Sen Chende bit his teeth and whispered, revealing his scarlet gums, his expression rarely ferocious, he absolutely could not lose this match!
Bang!
The tennis ball flew over the net with fierce topspin, Mu Cun Liang blocked in front of the net, and his hornet dance was almost unable to dance.
The white hat didn't know when it flew away, his long hair was tied into a ponytail, and the black hair on both sides of his forehead hung down, looking like a widow's head in a two-dimensional anime.
But his expression was not gentle at all, but terrifyingly firm, and a pair of eyes revealed an incomparably firm will to win!
"Wasp... hunt!"
His racket swung with all his strength, and the tennis ball reflected rapidly!
At this moment.
Both sides' physical strength had reached the limit, and what remained was just a confrontation of willpower—
"Whoever holds on to the end in this match will win!"
Zuo Bo and Yuuki Satoru said in their respective teams.
Everyone else clenched their fists, their eyes moving left and right with the tennis ball without blinking, not wanting to miss the confrontation on the field at all.
The persistence of the four people on the court for victory successfully aroused everyone's blood, and this field was completely heated up!
Suddenly!
I don't know how many times he dived to save the ball, the tennis ball was hit high into the sky.
Swish!
Mu Cun Liang dragged his tired body, leaped up at the net with all his strength, the red body appeared in the air, and his hair swung with the slam of the racket.
"Time-difference hell attack!"
Neicun's heart was shocked, his hands supported the ground, his toes exerted force at the same time, his body instantly bounced from the ground, and he hurriedly rushed to the net.
And Sen Chende immediately moved from the baseline, one in front and one behind, preparing to intercept Mu Cun Chun's time-difference hell at the same time.
Previously, they had used this strategy to successfully crack the opponent's attack.
However, when the two started to move, Mu Cun Liang suddenly curled up his body and gave up his position in the air.
Another figure appeared behind him in an instant.
Mu Cun Liang shouted loudly.
"Wrong!
It's a two-person time-difference hell attack!!!"
Shu Xiyan arched his back and accumulated full strength, the racket in his hand was instantly pulled out from behind and slammed down!
Boom!
The tennis ball slammed down like a cannonball, and the yellow beam of light exploded beside Sen Chende.
"Match over!"
"Game, Liujiao Middle School Mu Cun Chun, Shu Xiyan, 6-4!"
"Liujiao Middle School wins, total score 1-0!"
Two chapters combined, three chapters tomorrow.
Mu Cun Liang hasn't appeared much, his moves are names in the settings, so I conceived his performance characteristics according to the names.
Time-difference hell attack is the move of his younger brother Mu Cun Chun.
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