binnovel Chapter 850: Wooden Hand: "It's so hard for me~"
Chapter 850: Wooden Hand: "It's so hard for me~"
Chapter 850: Wooden Hand: "It's so hard for me~"
That posture seemed to be announcing to the whole world: Victory in this game will definitely belong to us!
Longma took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing and posture.
His eyes were like those of an eagle, staring closely at his opponents, as if he wanted to see through their bodies and see the fear and anxiety in their hearts.
Then, without any hesitation, he swung his arm violently, as if using up all his strength, and launched the tennis ball in his hand like a cannonball.
There was only a crisp "bang" sound, and the sound exploded across the court like thunder, or like a sharp blade cutting through the sky, echoing in the tennis court for a long time.
The tennis ball was like a silver lightning, speeding away at an astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye it flew to Longma's side like a meteor.
In order to prevent the recurrence of light shots as much as possible, Tokugawa Kazuya put all his effort into serving and poured all his energy into it.
This serve was endowed with a strong rotational force, causing the tennis ball to fly at high speed in the air, spinning wildly like a gyroscope, drawing a strange arc and flying straight towards Ryoma.
Faced with such a tricky serve, Longma naturally did not dare to be careless at all.
His eyes suddenly became as sharp as an eagle's, fixed tightly on the tennis ball flying in the air.
He bent his knees slightly, lowered his center of gravity, and pulled the racket in his hand back slightly. He was in a state of high alert, like a cheetah ready to strike, ready to meet the fierce attack.
He knew very well that this ball was very difficult to handle and he might make a mistake if he was not careful.
So, he decided to take a relatively safe and conventional approach to fight back.
Just as the tennis ball was about to hit the ground and bounce back, Ryoma, with amazing reaction speed and accurate judgment, quickly swung his arm, allowing the racket to lightly touch the tennis ball.
This seemingly simple touch actually contains the results of Longma's many years of training and his deep understanding of tennis.
He skillfully controlled the strength and angle so that the ball was passed back at just the right speed and direction.
However, at the same time that Ryoma returned the ball, Kide Nagashiro, who was standing beside him, was already ready to attack.
He was like a cheetah lurking in the grass, quietly observing the situation on the field and waiting for the best time to strike.
When Ryoma's ball just flew over the net, a gleam of determination flashed in Kide Nagashiro's eyes.
He jumped high without hesitation, and his body stretched into a graceful arc in the air, like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring.
The racket in his hand was like lightning, with a sharp sound of wind, and it smashed hard into the flying tennis ball.
"Oh my goodness~ Is it my turn to play?" When Kintaro saw the tennis ball flying towards him, he instantly became extremely excited, like a powder keg that was lit.
His already bright eyes widened even further, like two sparkling gems, staring closely at the tennis ball bouncing in the air.
At the same moment, his arms seemed to be controlled by a powerful force and began to swing violently.
The swing was so large that it seemed as if his arms were no longer under his control but were driven by some mysterious force.
Each of his swings was full of power, like a powerful engine about to start, constantly accumulating endless energy.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a row of snow-white teeth, and that smile revealed an irrepressible excitement.
His face seemed filled with anticipation for this battle, as if he was announcing to the world: "This is the battle I've always dreamed of!"
Suddenly, accompanied by a dull crash, the tennis ball flew back at an astonishing speed as if it was pushed by a huge force from an ancient beast.
It is so fast that it is almost impossible to catch its trajectory.
At the same time, a faint yellow light flashed across the surface of the tennis ball. The light was like a fleeting meteor in the night sky, crossing the sky in an instant. Its speed was jaw-dropping.
This pale yellow light not only brightened the eyes of the audience, but also made the opponents feel nervous.
They looked at the light in astonishment, and a feeling of fear welled up in their hearts.
However, after witnessing this scene, Kimute Nagashiro breathed a sigh of relief. He secretly rejoiced in his heart: "Huh... Fortunately, this guy doesn't seem to know how to perform light shots."
His nerves, which had been tense all the time, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, finally got a moment of relaxation at this moment.
The dense beads of sweat on the forehead, under the sunlight, looked like crystal clear pearls, sparkling with faint light.
However, he was not fooled by this brief relief. Years of competition experience taught him that he should not take it lightly at any moment of the game.
So he quickly gathered his mind, concentrated all his attention, and let his brain, like a high-speed computer, begin to quickly calculate the possible landing points of the tennis ball.
His eyes were like a precise scanner, scanning the court quickly and accurately, not missing any tiny details.
Every movement on the court, every swaying of grass, could not escape his sharp eyes.
In these tense and brief seconds, he seemed to have discovered some important clues.
His eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had found a ray of light in the darkness.
Then, his feet moved suddenly as if they were installed with springs, and the whole person rushed out quickly like an arrow.
While running, his body leaned forward slightly, like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey at any time.
His steps were light and quick, and every step was like stepping on a spring, full of elasticity and strength.
At the same time, the racket in his hand seemed to be given life, swinging naturally and smoothly.
The waving movement was like a carefully choreographed dance and also like a fierce battle; every movement was just right without any drag.
The racket seemed to have merged with his body and become a part of him.
It is no longer a simple tool, but his right-hand man on the field, ready to meet the upcoming challenges at any time.
His eyes were like burning flames, emitting an intense light, tightly locking onto the flight trajectory of the tennis ball.
The determination and focus in his eyes seemed to be challenging the tennis ball: "No matter where you fly, I can stop you!"
At this moment, there was a loud earth-shaking noise, and Kintaro suddenly swung the racket backhand.
This swing seemed to have exhausted all his strength and passion, like a volcanic eruption, unstoppable.
The tennis ball flew out like lightning, the speed was astonishing.
It seemed to tear the air apart, and flew straight towards its opponent with fierce momentum.
The sharp sound of breaking through the air, like the roar of a devil, echoed over the entire stadium, making people feel frightened.
"It's a spirited duel, I'm going to fight, two evil big devils!"
Along with this hearty laughter, Kintaro moved quickly like a ghost.
His figure was as fast as lightning, flashing through the air, leaving a blurry mark on people's retinas in an instant.
Just when everyone was still immersed in admiration for Ryoma Echizen's wonderful performance, suddenly, a cry of surprise rang out in the crowd like thunder.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice in astonishment, only to see Kintaro appear in the front position at an astonishing speed like lightning!
His figure was like a ghost, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch his movement.
In the blink of an eye, he had crossed the entire stadium, like a golden lightning streaking through the sky, which was jaw-dropping.
"How can this guy move so fast?"
Some people couldn't help but scream, their voices filled with shock and confusion.
This speed is beyond ordinary people's imagination, as if he is not running, but moving in an instant.
"It feels like it's moving even faster than Ryoma Echizen just now. It's too exaggerated!" Another person's voice sounded immediately afterwards, and his tone was also full of disbelief.
Indeed, Kintaro's speed was astonishingly fast. Even Echizen Ryoma, who had just performed well, seemed to be slightly inferior to him.
For a moment, the audience around was in an uproar, like a swarm of disturbed bees.
Their mouths were wide open and their eyes were round, as if they had seen something incredible.
Throughout the audience, discussions rose and fell, like a surging tide, one wave higher than the other.
Since returning from Xiaojin U17, Xiaojin seems to have been reborn, and his body seems to contain endless energy.
And he cleverly transformed this excess kinetic energy into standard running power.
This conversion of power not only greatly improved his speed, but also made him feel at ease and comfortable on the court.
This change was fully demonstrated in this game, catching the opponents off guard.
Every sprint and change of direction of Xiao Jin was as fast as lightning, making it impossible for his opponents to predict his next move.
"It's coming~" Kintaro laughed again, and that laughter was like a loud bell, echoing throughout the entire stadium.
This laughter was full of confidence and heroism, as if he had already grasped the victory of the game firmly in his hands.
I saw that the muscles on his young arms bulged high, like a taut bowstring, full of explosive power.
He gripped the racket tightly, his eyes fixed on the oncoming tennis ball as if it were his prey.
Then, without hesitation, he swung the racket hard and hit the tennis ball hard.
His arms waved like a high-speed spinning windmill, creating a whistling sound.
The sound of the wind whistled across the court, as if it was Xiao Jin's desire for victory.
In an instant, a huge roar suddenly exploded, ringing in people's ears like thunder.
Under Xiao Jin's powerful hit, the tennis ball was like an arrow shot out with tremendous force.
Its speed is dazzling, like lightning across the night sky.
The power of this attack was so great that people could not help but marvel at it.
Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be stirred up by a powerful force, forming a violent airflow.
The airflow made a series of deafening explosions, as if the entire space was shaking with the flying tennis ball.
The tennis ball was like a burning meteor, dragging a long tail, and rushing towards the opponent's court at an astonishing speed.
Wherever it goes, it seems to set everything on fire, making people marvel.
At this time, Tokugawa Kazuya, who was standing in the near corner on the left, quickly observed the flight trajectory of the tennis ball with his eyes like a hawk.
His brain was like a high-speed computer, quickly calculating where the tennis ball would land.
His eyes were like a precise navigator, tightly locked on the tennis ball without the slightest deviation.
His face darkened, and his originally relaxed expression instantly became extremely serious, as if the whole world was left with only that flying tennis ball.
"Mu Shou, get out of the way!" His voice was like a loud bell, echoing over the court, full of majesty and decisiveness.
This voice is not just a simple instruction, but more like a transmission of power that cannot be ignored.
"Understood!" Kide Nagashiro's response was equally crisp and clear, without any hesitation.
He immediately understood and ran quickly towards the sideline.
His steps were quick and steady, and every step seemed like a race against time.
His body seemed to be pushed by an invisible force and rushed towards the sideline quickly.
The moment he ran to the sideline, he suddenly turned sideways and rushed out as fast as lightning.
His movements were agile and quick, like a cheetah chasing its prey.
His purpose was not only to avoid the landing range of the tennis ball, but also to create enough space for Tokugawa Kazuya to receive the ball.
His sideways movement and sprint were just right, which not only ensured his own safety but also provided Tokugawa Kazuya with the best position to receive the ball.
His eyes were always focused on the situation on the field, ready to make the next move based on the circumstances.
While shouting, Tokugawa Kazuya pushed the ground hard with his feet and his body flew towards the tennis ball like a cannonball.
His arms were raised high, the racket in his hand slightly bent, ready to catch the ball with all his strength.
His eyes revealed determination and confidence, as if declaring to Kintaro: "I will definitely catch your attack!"
Swish-!
At this moment, Tokugawa Kazuya, like a battle-hardened warrior, swung his racket quickly, his movements were smooth and precise, and he successfully caught the rapidly approaching tennis ball firmly on the racket surface.
His arm muscles were tense, showing great strength and control.
However, just a moment later, his expression suddenly changed, and a trace of fear appeared on his originally resolute face.