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The right to serve was Sanada.
The teenager in the hat shook the ball in his hand,
He held the racket tightly,
After the senior who acted as the referee blew the whistle, he raised his hand and adjusted the brim of his hat.
Pa!
He bent his knee, raised his hand, and swung.
The tennis ball spun out from the back of the racket, rubbing against the surface of the racket,
It was a standard side spin serve.
The trajectory of the spin and the shape of the slide 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 point where the ball would land.
He turned sideways,
His arm pulled up from top to bottom, adding a layer of spin on the return of the ball.
After taking off the weights, he could clearly feel the difference in his body.
He was more flexible, faster,
But also more uncontrollable.
He had expected this to happen.
Every night, after finishing his homework, he would take off the weights and do some flexibility training, such as playing darts,
Or sneaking out of the house to take a stroll in the nearby park, or going to the game hall that was open all night to 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 sports tested the overall quality of the body more.
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 slack!
It's mature!)
He did not know what he 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, but also like waving a gun.
When the racket was swung, it created afterimages. The tennis ball crossed the net like a long shuttle, 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 to be a second, but it also seemed to be no.
Then, the tennis ball brushed against the frame and landed on the baseline.
Prince Ren's palms were sweating, and the racket almost slipped out of his hands.
“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."
Originating from "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and the ancient spirit of the Bushido, this tennis move was infused with Kendo. The moment it appeared, it displayed a domineering power.
Countless people had been defeated by this move of Sanada Hyun Ichiro.
Speaking of which, the only moves that had 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 these moves had names, they would naturally appear. But when would they appear …
"Come on, come on!
You're too lax! "
Liu Renji, who was holding the racket and seemed to be shooting out flames with every ball, revealed a hidden fanaticism (or perhaps he didn't hide it very seriously). 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 rubbed his head when his junior 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 couldn't stand Sanada, and everyone knew that Sanada couldn't stand Prince Ren.
Since they couldn't stand each other and neither of them 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 of his who had a hard time getting along with him was an easy opponent.
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 figure out this guy's specific tennis style and tennis moves after observing for a long time.
He couldn't even find an adjective to describe Masaharu Nioh's tennis.
This was a paradox. Masaharu Nioh had never been 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 his energy that he had spent months observing and feeling puzzled about.
“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 up, 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!
He seemed to run a little faster. When he appeared at the landing point of the tennis ball, the racket was up, and it was just a light movement.
The tennis ball went around the racket and lightly drew an 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, the sound of the tennis ball falling to the ground was heard, and then the light yellow shadow of the ball could be seen.
“15-15！”
What was that?
Sanada stared at Prince Ren, and her 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 State …?
No, no, it wasn't one of the three realms.
What was that?
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, it could be directly dealt with.
After the 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 the opponent's strength was not a unique technique.
Or was it because he was traumatized by this technique?
That would be 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 brushed his left wrist with his right hand, thinking that the improvement from weight training was more than he expected.
Speaking of which, what did Sanada think of?
In theory, his "Fire-like Invasion" would always be a burden to his opponent if he wanted to fight back.
But Sanada suddenly lost his rhythm …
Ah.
He spun the racket and purposely sneered when he brushed past 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 their cool was also part of the strategy.
He thought that he had found a way to change the situation.
He walked to the baseline and took out a tennis ball from his pocket.
"Sanada changed his technique," Liu said calmly.
He flipped a page in his notebook, wrote a few words, and stopped. It seemed that he had encountered a problem, so he closed it again.
He turned around and saw Yanagi's stunned expression.
"Yanagi?" he asked.
"Ah." Yanagi came back to his senses and pushed his glasses up. "This is' Swift as the Wind '?"
Sanada's swinging motion became blurry, to the point where it couldn't be seen.
Only by concentrating could one catch a trace of it.
But if one concentrated all their energy to see the movement clearly, the rhythm would drop, and the ball would fall.
This was a very targeted move, but it did not seem to work on Prince Ren.
He noticed that Prince Ren's gaze fell on Sanada's body instead of his hands. Once the racket lead started, Prince Ren began to move in advance.
How did he determine where the ball would land and make sure that Sanada would not change his direction?
"Timing," Liu said.
"He didn't start to move when the racket lead started, but the racket had already hit the ball. What's done can't be changed."
"… I see. The speed is too fast, so the sound has to be transmitted a beat slower?"
"Not only the situation on the court, but also the rhythm of Sanada's shots are all under Prince Ren's control."
Yukimura walked over and tapped the notebook in Liu's hand. "Not bad. He's already done this."
"Unexpected?"
"I should be the one saying that." Yukimura retracted his hand. "It's out of the data range, right?"
"But it's not enough."
Liu avoided the question. "It's true that Prince Ren did more than I thought, but the difference between him and Sanada is not in this."
"Yeah." Yukimura nodded in response. "Sanada lost his cool a little."
"Emotions being used is also part of the strategy," Liu said.
He paused for a moment and suddenly smiled. "Prince Ren did a good job in this aspect."
Yanagi pondered over the conversation and remembered the parts that he did not understand.
He looked at the court and said, "I have a question."
"What is it?" Liu turned his head slightly.
"Is there … any conflict between Prince Ren and Sanada?"
"Conflict?" Yukimura repeated the word and shook his head with a smile. "There's no conflict."