This was the anti-theft badge.
The teenager in the hat bounced the ball in his hand.
Holding the racket tightly, he raised his hand to adjust the brim of his hat after the senior referee blew the whistle.
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 constantly 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, pulled his arm from top to bottom, and then back up, adding a layer of spin to the return ball.
After taking off the weights, he could clearly feel the difference in his body.
He was more flexible.
He was faster.
But he was also more uncontrollable.
He had 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, sneak out of the house and go for 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 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 lax!
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 he had not been training with weights for two months, he might not be able to hold the racket now.
The person opposite him had obviously quickly passed through 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 he was waving a knife, but also like he was waving a gun.
When the racket was swung, it created afterimages. The tennis ball was like a long shuttle across the net, like a jumping flame.
It was aggressive like fire.
Prince Ren stretched out his 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 against the frame and landed on the baseline.
Prince Ren's palms were sweating, and 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. The moment it appeared, it displayed a domineering power.
There were countless people who 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 they had names like these, 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 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.
However, 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. It can't be, right?
This Imp isn'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 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 his companion, who had a hard time getting along with him, would be 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 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!
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 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 State …?
No, it wasn't, it wasn't one of the three realms.
What exactly 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 deal with it directly.
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?
Using the opponent's strength to fight back wasn't a unique technique.
Or was it because he was traumatized by this technique?
That was really, really good. 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 right hand over his left wrist, thinking that training with weights had brought him more improvement than expected.
Speaking of which, what was Sanada thinking?
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 …
Aiya.
He spun his 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 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 technique," Liu said calmly.
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 pushed up his glasses, "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 he catch a trace of it.
But if he concentrated all his energy to see the movements clearly, he would lose his rhythm and the ball would fall.