binnovel Chapter 833: Oishi Hideichiro (Barentin version)
Chapter 833: Oishi Hideichiro (Barentin version)
Chapter 833: Oishi Shuichiro (Barentin version)
The sound seemed to have the power to penetrate people's eardrums, and it kept echoing back and forth in the entire huge stadium, and did not dissipate for a long time.
The tennis ball seemed to be given life, spinning rapidly in the air.
Each rotation is like a fierce whirlwind, carrying with it powerful force.
It was like a cannonball that had just been fired, spewing flames, and it crossed half the court at an astonishing speed.
It rushed straight towards the outside corner. The whistling sound was deafening, as if it was going to tear the entire tennis court apart.
Standing in the middle of the court, Kanata Irie stared at the flying tennis ball. When he saw the path of the ball clearly, his face instantly turned gloomy.
His originally narrow eyes were now narrowed into a slit, flashing with deep disdain.
In his eyes, the so-called outside corner spin ball sent by Kikumaru Eiji was too slow.
It's so slow it's laughable.
With such a ball speed, even those novices who have just stepped into the world of tennis would be able to hit it back effortlessly.
At the same time, the audience in the stands began to whisper to each other.
Some people think that this serve is indeed a bit strange, as if it contains a mystery;
However, more people held the same view as Irie Kanata. They all agreed that this ball did not pose any threat at all and was a completely failed serve.
Just as the discussion among the crowd had not yet stopped, Irie Kanade moved like a rabbit and his figure flashed.
He ran towards the tennis ball like a nimble and agile cheetah.
His steps were as light as the wind and as fast as lightning, and every step he took left a trail of shallow footprints on the hot grass.
These footprints are like a string of lively notes, playing the melody of his pursuit of tennis.
But just when Kanata Irie was about to approach the tennis ball.
Suddenly, a faint voice came from the opposite field. The voice was ethereal and mysterious.
As if it came from another time and space, it also contained a subtle warning: "Be careful, this ball... is quite naughty!"
Kanata Irie was rushing towards the landing point at lightning speed, and after hearing that voice.
His agile body seemed to be under a spell and suddenly stopped in place.
The eyes that were originally filled with confidence suddenly contracted at this moment.
Like a very frightened little animal, his eyes were flashing with shock and fear that were difficult to conceal.
&34;How is this possible!&34;
Irie Kanata could no longer suppress his inner astonishment and couldn't help but scream out in surprise.
That handsome face was now distorted due to excessive surprise, with the word "unbelievable" clearly written on it.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the tennis ball that had just landed.
It first spun at high speed like a gyroscope for a while, but just when it was about to bounce back.
But it seems to be held by a huge hand hidden in the dark, invisible and intangible.
Press down with overwhelming force.
In an instant, the tennis ball seemed to have lost all its elasticity and went straight down to the ground.
Then, something jaw-dropping happened—
After it touched the ground, it continued to jump several times in a bizarre manner. Its movement trajectory was so strange.
It is simply beyond people's imagination and it is completely impossible to grasp the rules behind it.
At this moment, the audience at the stadium was all excited. They were all very excited.
They all stood up suddenly from their seats, and some even stood on tiptoe.
I stretched my neck as far as I could just to see this magical scene more clearly.
Qiansui Qianli, who was standing not far away, heard such a noisy and bustling sound coming from behind him.
He was slightly startled. He turned his head suspiciously and looked towards the place where the crowd was gathered.
I thought to myself: What kind of amazing scene can make everyone so excited?
He slowly turned his head and fixed his eyes on Irie Kanata.
At first, he took it for granted that Irie Kanata must have made a mistake when he fought back.
That's why the ball had such a strange direction. However, the moment he looked closely at the tennis ball, he was surprised to find that things were far from that simple.
I saw the tennis ball drawing a strange and irregular jumping trajectory in the air, as if it was controlled by a mysterious force.
At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind -
Could it be that all this was because of Kikumaru Eiji's serve just now?
Just as he was lost in thought, the referee's loud voice once again broke the brief silence on the field:
"Eiji Kikumaru, Eiji Kikumaru score, the score is 30:0!"
This score made the entire audience excited.
At the same time, standing on the other side of the field, Shuichiro Oishi had a confident smile on his face.
He held his head high and said in a loud voice: "Well, I told you, my 'stone serve' is very naughty!"
Indeed, Oishi was very clear about the mastery of rotation technique.
I am far from being as skilled as masters like Fuji Shusuke and Tezuka Kunimitsu;
When it comes to insight, he is also not as good as players like Eiji Kikumaru, Takeshi Momoshiro and Ryoma Echizen who have naturally keen intuition.
However, Oishi always believed that if he could perfectly combine the rotation technique with meticulous observation,.
Maybe you can create a unique and magical effect.
Just like the serve just now, in addition to cleverly utilizing the rotation of the tennis ball.
More importantly, he relied on his long-term persistent practice and repeated exploration.
He successfully captured the extremely subtle and imperceptible changes in the sand on the court, and used this as an opportunity to perform the entire serving action to the fullest.
At that moment just now, the small ball on the field seemed to be given life.
It actually started beating continuously!
The entire stands were instantly thrown into an uproar, and one spectator's jaw nearly dropped.
His mouth opened wide and couldn't close for a long time.
He widened his eyes and pointed in the direction of the stadium in disbelief, due to excessive surprise and excitement.
Even his voice trembled unconsciously: "Just now... that ball just now... actually seemed to be equipped with a spring, constantly bouncing up and down, my God! How did they do that? It's incredible!"
At the same time, another audience member sitting nearby also looked confused.
He frowned tightly, trying hard to make sense of the bizarre scene happening before his eyes.
He murmured to himself, "It's really strange. How did this happen? I can't figure it out at all. I always feel a strange feeling that is hard to describe."
However, despite being full of doubts, the spectator's eyes never left the stadium.
At this time, other audiences around also began to whisper and talk.
Some people couldn't help but sigh sincerely: "It's really amazing! I didn't expect these new generation players of the German team to be so strong. It's really impressive!"
As he spoke, the audience member's eyes were filled with admiration.
"That's right! With such an incredible continuous rebound, most people would be helpless when faced with it and would have no idea how to fight back! This move is really bizarre!"
Another audience member couldn't help but exclaim in amazement and shook his head repeatedly to express his sincere admiration for this magical serve.
In stark contrast to everyone else’s reaction was that of Balentin from the Lighthouse Nation team.
When he witnessed this astonishing scene, an ecstatic smile suddenly broke out on his originally serious face.
He jumped up excitedly like a child, shouting, "Wow! That's great! It looks like Dashi has successfully mastered my unique little trick ~ Hahahaha!"
On the court, he was as agile as a ghost, swinging the racket in his hand quickly, creating a gust of wind.
Every shot is extremely accurate, and the seemingly simple rotation and return movements contain hidden secrets.
By skillfully controlling the strength and angle, he successfully activated one "trap" after another hidden in the arena.
This unique tennis style makes him stand out among many players and become a unique presence in the World Cup.
However, today, something unexpected happened.
It turned out that another contestant also demonstrated the same skills and activated those "traps" in the same way.
When Balentin discovered this, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable excitement in his heart.
He widened his eyes and stared at the opponent who had a similar fighting style as himself, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.
At this moment, Balentin was standing in front of the bench, holding the towel tightly in his hands and dancing with excitement.
He waved the towel vigorously and shouted at the top of his voice: "Stone serves, not bad, not bad..."
The sound resounded throughout the stadium like a huge bell.
At the same time, Oishi Shuichiro heard Balentin's cry.
He turned his head slightly, with the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a confident smile.
That smile was as bright and dazzling as a flower blooming in spring, and even the sunlight seemed to be attracted by his smile.
They fell on him, outlining his tall and strong figure.
"This guy."
Seeing Oishi Shuichiro's outstanding performance, Irie Kanata's face instantly became extremely gloomy.
He originally thought that everything was under control, but this sudden "stone serve" completely disrupted his plans.
Or to be more precise, he had never thought that serving could have such a novel and efficient way of playing, which really made him feel unbelievable.
But Oishi Shuichiro was not affected at all. He looked up at the air with a firm gaze, then swung his hand and threw the ball high into the air.
As the ball draws a graceful arc in the air, a new round of competition is about to begin.
Who will win this exciting and thrilling game?
The audience held their breath, their eyes fixed on the court, waiting to see the final result.
The sun shines on the emerald green court, creating a layer of golden glow. The tennis net sways gently in the breeze, as if it is trembling with the fierce confrontation.
At this end of the court, Kanata Irie was like a cheetah locking onto its prey, staring intently at every move of Shuichiro Oishi on the opposite side.
In his deep eyes, there seemed to be two extremely hot flames burning, the heat of which was enough to melt everything.
It seemed as if he wanted to see through all the mysteries hidden behind Oishi Shuichiro's serve with his extremely sharp eyes.
I saw Shuichiro Oishi bending his knees slightly, and his whole body was like a bow with a full string, constantly accumulating strength.
The muscles in his legs were as tense as powerful springs about to explode, and every fiber was filled with explosive power.
The next moment, Oishi Shuichiro suddenly jumped up and his body quickly passed through the air.
Like a beautiful and smooth arc.
At the same time, the racket in his hand swung rapidly at an astonishing speed, like a black lightning.
As the racket and the tennis ball rubbed and collided violently, a crisp, pleasant, yet powerful sound suddenly echoed over the originally silent court.
The sound was like the ripples caused by dropping a huge rock on a calm lake, spreading out in circles.
It is like a passionate piece of music played in an empty valley, with the lingering sound never ending in the ears.
Under the strong rotation, the tennis ball seemed to be given fresh life in an instant and turned into a lively elf.
It danced happily. As it flew rapidly through the air, the arc it drew was so beautiful that it looked like a scene from a dream.
It is dazzling and intoxicating.
The tennis ball whizzed all the way towards Irie Kanata's half of the court.
Its flight trajectory was like a fleeting meteor in the night sky, leaving behind a faint, dreamy afterimage.
Finally, the tennis ball fell to the ground at lightning speed, instantly raising a small cloud of flying dust.
Under the reflection of the sunlight, the dust fluttered and scattered, forming a hazy dust fog.
It added a tense and exciting atmosphere to this fierce competition.
The tennis ball fell like a meteor, and the moment it hit the ground
It made a series of clear, pleasant and audible "swish" sounds.
The sound was like the prelude to a passionate symphony, seeming to foreshadow an impending victory.
At this moment, Irie Kanata's sharp eyes like a hawk were fixed on the tennis ball, and his gaze never left it for a moment.
Under his gaze, the tennis ball seemed to be guided and controlled by an invisible mysterious hand.
It suddenly changed its original trajectory at a strange angle beyond ordinary people's imagination, and rolled rapidly in another completely unexpected direction.
In this way, the tennis ball easily passed the defense line and successfully landed in the opponent's court.
Successfully completed a brilliant score