Tennis: Bind Longma at the beginning, double the return

Chapter 701: The Power of No. 2

This match was of special significance to Gin Ishida because the opponent standing in front of him was Shusuke Fuji, who is recognized as one of the legends in the national tennis world.

Perhaps this will be the strongest opponent he has ever faced in his career.

However, Ishida Gin did not show any fear. Instead, a burning fighting spirit ignited in his heart.

"Fuji Shusuke? Come over here!"

He frowned and pointed the racket directly at Fuji Shusuke. His originally serious face was now filled with undisguised fighting spirit.

"Here it comes! The legendary strongest force of Shitenhoji, I wonder if it can really defeat Fuji, one of the pillars of Seigaku?"

The audience in the stands were whispering to each other, speculating on the outcome of the game.

Someone was full of confidence in Fuji Shusuke: "Fuji Shusuke, every year there are countless people who say they want to challenge Fuji and Tezuka, but only a few can actually succeed."

However, many people also expressed their expectations for Ishida Gin: "Maybe Ishida Gin can create a miracle? After all, he is also the trump card of Shitenhoji!"

Just as everyone was discussing, a loud shout suddenly came from the field: "The game is about to start!"

Suddenly, the noisy sound stopped, and everyone held their breath, staring intently at the two players in the field, looking forward to the start of this exciting competition.

"Ishida, you are the founder of the wave ball. I heard that you have mastered the amplification techniques of up to 108 wave balls. This is really amazing! I can't wait to see it."

The corners of Fuji's mouth slightly raised, outlining a faint smile.

He calmly reached his hand into the bag and gently pulled it out. The racket that had accompanied him in countless battles was firmly held in his hand.

Then, he walked towards the center of the arena with steady and slow steps.

This game is of great significance to Fuji, because his time in junior high school is coming to an end and there are few opportunities left to participate in such a high-level competition.

Therefore, he was determined to enjoy the match to the fullest without any regrets.

tread--!

tread--!

tread--!

Every step Bu Er takes seems to step on people's heartstrings, making clear and powerful sounds.

His seemingly easy steps actually contain endless strength and determination.

As he gradually approached the arena, an invisible pressure quietly spread.

The originally calm air currents around suddenly became restless, as if being stirred by an invisible giant hand.

The dust on the ground also began to tremble, as if feeling the strong sense of oppression.

The depressing atmosphere became more and more intense, and even the sturdy net on the field began to shake slightly.

"Gudong——!"

The audience in the stands couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Under the influence of Bu Er's powerful aura, they felt as if a heavy rock was pressing on their hearts, and even breathing became difficult.

That inexplicable feeling of oppression makes it almost impossible to breathe.

"Could it be that... this guy Fuji has also realized his own 'power'?"

Chitose, who was sitting in the audience, widened his eyes and looked at the arena in shock.

He knew very well that among many top professional tennis players, many were good at using their own momentum to suppress their opponents, thereby disrupting their rhythm and making it difficult for them to exert their true strength.

Now it seems that Bu Er has also mastered this powerful method.

"Momentum? This is the first time I've experienced this feeling!"

In the huge arena, Ishida Gin looked at the elegant back of Fuji Shusuke who was walking away, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, trying to calm his heart which was restless due to nervousness.

At this moment, Fuji Shusuke raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining a faint smile, but behind this seemingly harmless smile, there seemed to be an elusive and infinite crisis hidden.

When Fuji slowly walked to the front of the net, the two of them just faced each other from a distance.

Their eyes met in the air, creating invisible sparks.

After a brief stare-eye contact, Fuji finally broke the silence. He opened his lips slightly and said in a soft and calm voice: "I really look forward to enjoying this wonderful game with you. I just don't know how strong you are. Can you bring me unexpected surprises?"

After saying that, his eyes as deep as the sea still stared at Ishida Gin opposite him.

Hearing Fuji's words, Ishida Gin felt his heart tremble violently, and his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle tip.

Every word and sentence of Bu Er hit his heart like a heavy hammer.

What made him even more terrified was that facing such a powerful opponent, he couldn't even muster the thought of resisting.

However, Ishida Gin is not someone who gives up easily.

He suppressed his uneasiness and fear and snorted coldly to dispel the oppressive feeling that followed him like a shadow. At the same time, he gritted his teeth and responded, "Humph... Who is stronger? We will know the result after the real fight!"

Although he still spoke tough, his slightly trembling hands showed that his heart was already in turmoil.

The game has not officially started yet, but the atmosphere is already tense, and the fighting spirit between the two sides is like a raging fire, hot to the extreme.

There is no doubt that what is about to unfold will be a thrilling and extremely fierce peak showdown!

Beep--!

With the crisp and loud whistle, the singles match of the semi-finals of the national competition officially kicked off.

Standing on the side of the court, Fuji Shusuke of Seigaku held the green tennis ball in his hand. He narrowed his eyes slightly and raised a barely perceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Game start."

The referee's serious voice resounded throughout the stadium, like a thunderbolt breaking through the sky.

The audience's enthusiasm was instantly ignited, and cheers and encouragements resounded through the sky.

Fuji Shusuke gently threw the tennis ball into the air and then quickly adjusted his posture.

After the tennis ball drew a graceful arc in the air, it began to fall freely.

At this moment, Bu Er slowly raised his head, and his eyes, which were always smiling, now revealed a hint of coldness.

"I haven't used this trick for a long time, but before that, I made some improvements to it."

Fuji whispered softly.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled the racket, and the muscles in his originally relaxed arm suddenly bulged up and became as hard as steel.