Tennis: one step ahead

Bang.

The flames crumbled.

The tennis ball smashed at the feet of Sanada Koichiro, causing a bang and rushing to the back.

"GAME, 2 to 0, Hiiragi Hakura. "

Seiichi Yukimura, who acted as a referee, reported the score in a timely manner.

After announcing the results, he fell silent again, sighing secretly in his heart.

Yukimura Seiichi was very reluctant and had to admit a fact.

There is still a considerable gap in strength between Sanada Koichiro and Hakurei Hiiragi, just like two years ago.

Now, the person who plays against Hiiragi Hakura in the stadium is not Sanada Koichiro, but himself.

What will the result be?

"It's 2 to 0. "

On the tennis court, Bo Li Hiiragi stood still at the bottom line at night and said lightly.

At the end of the two small games of "317", his breath was still very stable, and there was not even a drop of sweat on his face.

Obviously, the pressure on Sanada is too small.

"Sanada, keep fighting, the result will not be the same as it was at the beginning. "

"Is this the only extent you have persisted in the past two years?"

"Next, it's my turn to serve. "

The answer to Hiiragi was a reminder from Sanada before serving.

Even if the situation is extremely unfavorable, there is a possibility of repeating the 6-0 defeat suffered two years ago.

Sanada's heart has been extremely firm from beginning to end, and it has never wavered.

"Huh. "

Hiiragi Hakuri smiled slightly, stopped talking, and prepared to receive the serve.

I have to say that Sanada Koichiro's heart is really commendable.

In the original book, even though he experienced the destruction of the five senses of Yukimura Seiichi many times, he was still able to maintain himself.

When it comes to the level of tennis, Hiiragi Hakura thinks that Yukimura Seiichi is not as good as him.

But when it comes to giving opponents a sense of despair, there is no PS type of extinguishing the five senses in his current abilities and skills.

There is no doubt about the horror of the precursor posthumous shadow.

It can make the opponent feel as if he is being manipulated, unable to break free, unable to resist.

Is this better than in a world where the opponent loses all five senses, is in a world full of darkness, loneliness and nothingness?

Therefore, Hakurei Hiiragi didn't think about breaking Sanada's will with just a few words.

He just wanted to see if he could arouse the amazing potential that Sanada had hidden deep in his body.

Sou.

While Hakuri Hiiragi was thinking about it at night, Sanada Koichiro, who was on the opposite side, had already thrown a tennis ball.

Immediately, his racket swung out and hit the tennis ball.

The action is so fast that ordinary people can't see it clearly, and it will give birth to the illusion that Sanada Koichiro didn't swing the racket.

Bang.

Tennis is like a blast of wind, and lightning runs through most of the court.

This is the mystery of Sanada Koichiro, as fast as the wind.

The return version is as fast as the wind, and the ball speed is already unusually fast.

And the serving version is as fast as the wind, and its power is far higher than that of the return version.

However, it is still useless for Hakurei Hiiragi.

The night of Hakurei Hiiragi is like a majestic mountain, and no matter how fast the wind is, it cannot be crossed.

Only to stop in front of it, and then dissipate into nothingness.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

0-15。

0-30。

0-40。

3-0。

4-0。 (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

0-15。

Scores, all the way up, the gap is getting bigger and bigger.

Bang.

Again, tennis balls flew past Sanada's side, bringing up the sleeves of his jersey.

"0 to 30. "

Seiichi Yukimura reported the score.

"Whew, Whew......"

Sanada seems to be used to losing points, and he doesn't even look at the tennis ball behind him.

He stood still, gasping violently.

Wait until the rapid breathing has subsided a bit, and slowly return to the tee.

Off-site.

"Good, so strong. "

"Vice Minister Sanada, you can't even score a single goal?"

"Well, just kidding. "

The tennis team members who were watching around were all wide-eyed, full of surprise, disbelief and so on.

During normal training, there are often people in the Lihai University Tennis Club who conduct training matches to promote each other.

Seiichi Yukimura, who is as strong as their minister, who is called the "son of the gods" by others, also does not have the ability to let Sanada Koichiro not score.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have been hard for these members to believe that there were peers who could make him so embarrassed.

Some members even looked away from the tennis court from time to time, as if they couldn't bear to look at it.

"Damn, how can it be so strong. "

"Is it difficult for such a strong deputy minister to even score points?"

Kirithara Chiya stared at the breezy Hakurei Hiiragi night, his eyes fluctuated violently, silently telling the unrest in his heart.

From Kirihara Akaya's point of view, Sanada Koichiro's strength is undoubtedly very strong.

Although he is reluctant to admit it, the truth cannot be denied.

If you play against Sanada Koichiro, you will definitely lose very badly.

But such a master, in front of Bo Li Hiiragi, is also so powerless.

Even, he couldn't even force out his true strength.

The tennis department of the High School Affiliated to Lihai University is worthy of the strongest name in the country, and it is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

Tennis court.

Bang.

The audience's discussion, 4.7 surprise, the duel of the third ball in the fifth game is coming to an end.

At Sanada's feet, the tennis ball fell hard, and then flew to the rear before he could react.

"Hey. "

Seeing this, Yukimura Seiichi couldn't help but shake his head.

It's clear that Sanada is losing another goal.

He watched the tennis ball and waited for the ball to hit the ground a second time before announcing the result.

Bilibili –

Suddenly, the unexpected happened.

On the field, a blue electric light was fleeting.

Sanada Koichiro seemed to be incarnated as lightning, and disappeared in place in an instant, appearing at the bottom line like a teleportation.

The racket in his hand was aimed in front of him and held high above his head.

It's as if, instead of holding a racket, it's a sharp katana.