This is the anti-theft stamp.
Pa!
Bend your knees.
Raise your hand.
Swing the racket.
The tennis ball spun out from the middle and back of the racket. It was a standard side spin serve.
The trajectory of the spin and the shape of the sliding ball were slowed down in Prince Ren's eyes.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his left hand. When he exerted force with his right foot, he had already moved to the landing point of the ball.
He turned sideways and pulled his arm up from top to bottom, adding a layer of spin to the return of the ball.
After taking off the weights, he could clearly feel the difference in his body.
He was more agile.
He was faster.
But he was also more uncontrollable.
He had already expected this. Every night after finishing his homework, he would take off the weights and do some flexibility training. For example, he would play darts or sneak out of the house to take a stroll in the nearby park.
Or he would go to the game hall that was open all night and play a few rounds of the dance machine.
Prince Ren did not think that only tennis related training could improve his tennis ability.
Because ball games tested the overall quality of the body.
He glanced at the obvious muscles on Sanada's arm opposite him.
In his heart, he complained that the person opposite him had aged rapidly in a year. (Sanada: Too relaxed!
It's mature!)
He did not know what the person ate to grow so much taller. He was a little depressed.
The force from the ball was getting stronger and stronger.
If it was not for the special training with weights for two months,
He might not be able to hold the racket now.
The person opposite him had obviously quickly passed the warm-up stage and became excited.
"Come on!" The teenager, who was usually stern and righteous, opened his eyes wide.
His whole body seemed to be burning. "Can you block this?"
There was an indescribable subtlety in the way he swung the racket.
It was like waving a knife.
It was like waving a gun.
When the racket was swung, it created afterimages.
The tennis ball was like a long shuttle across the net. It was like a jumping flame.
It was aggressive like fire.
Prince Ren's outstretched left hand and the racket in his hand touched the tennis ball.
They were in a stalemate for a very short time. It seemed like a second, but it also seemed like it did not.
Then the tennis ball brushed the frame and landed on the baseline.
Prince Ren's palms were sweating. The racket almost fell out of his hand.
“Game
won
by
Sanada Hyun Ichiro, 1-0! "
"He used Fire-like Invasion in the first round?" Willow muttered to himself.
Yukimura vaguely heard the voice and turned his head with a smile. "Sanada is serious."
The "Big Three" of Tachikai University, who had participated in the middle school tournament as freshmen, had displayed a valiant attitude that was worthy of their reputation in the past year.
Yukimura Seiichi, the head of the first-year students, was gentle and domineering. His skills and spirit were perfect. The vice-head of the first-year students, Sanada Hyun Ichiro, was a disciple of the Bushido. He wielded the racket as if it was a sword. Liu Renji was calm and meticulous at all times. He took into account all aspects of the match and the team's statistics.
Among them, it wasn't the most eye-catching, but it had a move that made people raise their eyebrows.
"Wind Forest Volcano."
It originated from the ideas of "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and the ancient spirit of the Bushido. It was a tennis move that was infused with Kendo. It displayed a domineering power as soon as it appeared.
Who knew how many people had been defeated by this move of Sanada Hyun Ichiro.
Speaking of which, the only moves that appeared in the tournament were "Swift as the Wind" and "Fire-like Invasion."
As for "Immovable as a Mountain" and "Steady as a Forest," since they had names like that, they would naturally appear. But when would they appear …?
"Come on, come on!
You're too relaxed! "
Liu Renji, who was holding the racket and seemed to be shooting out flames with every ball, revealed a hidden (or perhaps not hidden) fanaticism. His attacks were faster and faster.
The situation on the court seemed to be tilting.
“Game
won
by
Sanada Hyun Ichiro, 2-0! "
“Game
won
by
Sanada Hyun Ichiro, 3-0! "
“Game
won
by
Sanada Hyun Ichiro, 4-0! "
In the blink of an eye, they had lost four games. They didn't even gain an advantage in the serve game.
Prince Ren wiped his sweat as he changed the court. He was quite calm.
Although the people watching the game couldn't be as calm as him.
"… That guy won't lose just like that, right?" Marui muttered softly.
He felt the shoulders of the first year's back trembling under his palm. He thought that it couldn't be, right?
This Imp wasn't afraid of anything. Could it be that he was scared?
Looking down, Qie Yuan's eyes widened. There was a fighting spirit in his excitement. "Deputy Minister is so strong!
Senior Prince Ren isn't his match at all! "
That wasn't wrong, but …
Marui was a little depressed.
He grabbed Jiyuan's hair and patted him when he jumped up and was about to get angry. "Prince Ren can't lose so quickly."
"But he's about to lose."
Even if he lost, he wouldn't lose so calmly.
Everyone knew that Masaharu Nioh didn't like Sanada, and everyone knew that Sanada didn't like Prince Ren.
Since they didn't like each other, and there was a vague feeling that no one could do anything to the other, Prince Ren wouldn't let himself fall into a situation where he lost so easily.
Marui didn't think that this companion, who had a hard time getting along with him, was an easy opponent to deal with.
That guy's intention to work hard in doubles was too obvious. It was so obvious that he didn't bother to hide it.
Marui didn't hesitate to observe this kind of obvious competitor.
But what made him a little depressed was that even with his observation skills, he couldn't see this guy's specific tennis style and tennis moves after observing for a long time.
He couldn't even find adjectives to describe Masaharu Nioh's tennis.
This was a paradox. Masaharu Nioh was never a person without style.
"At least there should be a counterattack," Marui said softly, "Even if he's going to lose, if he loses so easily …"
It would be a waste of energy that he had observed for a few months and was puzzled by.
“15-0！”
It was Sanada's serve again.
Prince Ren adjusted his breathing. In his eyes, the court on the opposite side was gradually cut up, like a chess game, but also like a net.
Every movement of Sanada's, and the net points controlled by the flaming tennis balls when he swung the racket, appeared in his mind as a 3D plane.
The next hit —
Here!
When he moved to the side, he turned his wrist and adjusted the angle of his racket.
"Fire-like Invasion" was a real strong offensive move.
Defending against an attack was the worst choice. To deal with such a move, he could only fight it with offense.
He couldn't use his weakness to attack his opponent's strength, but weaknesses could be covered, and strengths could be weakened.
So, to deal with strength, he could only spin.
Spin a little stronger, control a little more fine.
This ball —
He could hit it back!
His running speed seemed to be a little faster. When he appeared at the landing point of the tennis ball, the racket was lifted up, and it was just a light movement.
The tennis ball bypassed the racket and drew a light arc. After crossing the net, it flashed a few shadows.
Whoosh.
The tennis ball suddenly disappeared in front of the net. After flashing a few times in the middle, he first heard the sound of the tennis ball falling to the ground, and then saw the pale yellow shadow of the ball.
“15-15！”
What was this?
Sanada stared at Prince Ren, and his expression became serious.
On the sidelines, Xing Cun let out a soft sigh. "What a familiar move …"
But it wasn't that.
It had a similar effect, but it was much more understated.
The Selfless Realm …?
No, no, it wasn't one of the three realms.
What was this?
Yukimura looked at Prince Ren.
The person on the court seemed to have awakened, and an indescribable aura emerged from him.
His smile deepened, "Interesting."
The situation on the court changed after this ball.
After finding the technique, no matter how strong the attack was, he could directly deal with it.
And after two balls, Prince Ren quickly realized that the way he chose to deal with it seemed to have an unknown effect on Sanada.
Had he seen something similar before?
Leveraging on the opponent's strength wasn't a unique technique.
Or, was he traumatized by this move?
That's great. Piyo ~
He licked his lips and increased his speed again.
“15-30！”
“14-40！”
“Game
won
by
Masaharu Nioh, 1-4! "
When changing courts, Prince Ren's right hand brushed his left wrist. Training with weights had brought him more improvement than he expected.
Speaking of which, what was Sanada thinking?
In theory, his "fiery aggression" would always burden his opponent if he wanted to hit back.
But Sanada suddenly lost his rhythm …
Oh.
He spun his racket and purposely sneered when he passed by Sanada, "Puri ~"
"You're too relaxed!"
"Yeah, I think you're quite relaxed too."
Prince Ren knew very well how to make Sanada angry.
Using words to achieve the goal and making the opponent lose his cool was also part of the strategy.
He thought that he had found a way to change the format.
He walked to the baseline position and took out a tennis ball from his pocket.
"Sanada changed his move." Liu's tone was indifferent.
He flipped a page in his notebook, wrote a few words, then stopped, as if he had encountered a problem, and closed it again.
He turned around and saw Yanagi's stunned expression.
"Yanagi?" He asked.
"Ah." Yanagi came back to his senses and raised his hand to push up his glasses. "This is' Swift as the Wind '?"
Sanada's swinging motion became blurry, to the point where it couldn't be seen.
He could only catch a trace of it if he concentrated.
But if he concentrated all his energy to see the movement clearly, he would lose his rhythm and the ball would fall.
This was a very targeted move, but it didn't seem to work on Prince Ren.
He noticed that Prince Ren's gaze fell on Sanada's body instead of his hands. Once he started to lead the racket, Prince Ren began to move in advance.
How did he determine where the ball would land and make sure that Sanada wouldn't change his direction?
"Timing," Liu said.
"He didn't start to move when he was leading the racket, but the racket had already hit the ball. What's done can't be changed."
"… I see. The speed was too fast, so the sound had to be transmitted a beat slower?"