This is the anti-theft stamp.
Pa!
Bend your knees.
Raise your hand and swing.
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.
Turn sideways.
Pull his arm from top to bottom and back up.
Add another layer of spin on the return of the ball.
After taking off the weights, he could clearly feel the difference in his body.
It was more flexible, faster, and 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.
For example, he would play darts.
For example, he would sneak out of the house and stroll around 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 slack!
It's mature!)
He didn't 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 hadn't been training with weights for two months, he might not have been able to hold the racket now.
The person opposite him had obviously passed through the warm-up stage quickly.
He 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 also like 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'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 didn't.
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!"
"Using 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 very serious."
The "Big Three" of Tachikai University, who had participated in the middle school tournament as first-year students, had displayed a valiant attitude that was worthy of their reputation in the past year.
Yukimura Seiichi, the head of the first year students, who was both gentle and domineering, and whose skills and spirit were flawless; Sanada Hyun Ichiro, the vice head of the first year students, who had inherited Bushido and swung the racket as if it was a sword; and Ryanji Liu, the tennis practitioner who was calm and meticulous at all times, taking into account all aspects of the court and the team.
Among them, it was not the most eye-catching, but it had a move that made people raise their eyebrows.
"Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain."
It originated from the ideas of "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and the ancient spirit of Bushido. It was a tennis move that was infused with Kendo, and it displayed a domineering power as soon as it appeared.
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 they had names like that, they would naturally appear, but when would they appear …?
"Come on, come on!
You're too lax! "
Every time he swung the racket, it was as if flames would erupt from his racket. He revealed a hidden fanaticism (or perhaps he did not hide it very seriously), and 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, and they did not 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 could not 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 to himself, It can't be, right?
This Imp was not afraid of anything. Could it be that he was scared?
When he looked down, Qie Yuan's eyes widened. There was a fighting spirit in his excitement. "Deputy Minister is so strong!
Senior Prince Ren is no match for him at all! "
There was nothing wrong with saying that, but …
Marui was a little gloomy.
He grabbed Jiyuan's hair and patted him when he jumped up and was about to get angry. "Prince Ren won't lose so quickly."
"But he's about to lose."
Even if he lost, he would not lose so calmly.
Everyone knew that Masaharu Nioh could not stand Sanada, and everyone knew that Sanada could not stand Prince Ren.
Since they could not stand each other, and neither of them could do anything to the other, Prince Ren would not let himself fall into a situation where he could easily lose.
Marui did not 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 did not bother to hide it.
Marui was not stingy with his observation of such an obvious competitor.
But what made him a little depressed was that even with his observation skills, he could not tell this guy's specific tennis style and tennis moves after observing for a long time.
He could not even find an adjective 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 is 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 could not 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 drew a light arc, flashing a few shadows after crossing the net.
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 this?
Sanada stared at Prince Ren, and her expression became serious.
Yukimura on the side of the court sighed, "It really looks familiar …"
But it was not that.
It had a similar effect, but it was much more understated.
The Selfless State …?
No, no, it was not 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, it could be directly dealt with.
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 the opponent's strength was not 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 once 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 …
Oh.
He turned his racket and purposely sneered as he passed by Sanada, "Puri ~"
"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, 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 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 technique, but it did not seem to work on Prince Ren.
He noticed that Prince Ren's gaze was on Sanada's body instead of her hands. Once the lead started, Prince Ren began to move ahead of time.