Tennis: Start with unlimited physical strength

Weekend.

The tennis club of Fudomine is being renovated by professionals, and all kinds of new equipment have been moved in one by one.

The others don't use it to practice, but they didn't relax this weekend, and still insisted on getting up every day to go for a run, and completed their own training plan first.

Kamisato's daily training is very stable, and he has been self-disciplined to the point where even his grandfather feels perverted.

"Have you been carrying more weight recently?" Grandpa saw that he even had a weight on his shoulders, and he sighed silently in his heart, there is a big baby in the family, this physical fitness is really amazing.

"Yes, Grandpa. Kamisato replied very well-behaved.

He's recently adjusted the intensity of his training again.

Recently, I practiced a cross racket, and it takes a lot of power to support the light shot.

His physicality is fine, but he also needs to practice his power to get the most out of his light shots.

Otherwise, without these support and control capabilities, it is impossible to fully exert the full power of light shots.

And his core strength is also what he needs to practice again recently.

Grandpa snorted: "In short, you should pay attention to yourself, excessive training will cause damage to your muscles, don't mention the difficulty too high." "

"I know grandpa, don't worry. "

In fact, he didn't have to worry at all, he didn't feel tired because of his unlimited physical strength, and naturally there was no damage to his body.

And in another luxurious villa, a young master who is also a chaebol group is also training on the court in his compound.

And his butler brought him a newspaper.

"Young Master Jingwu, this is the tennis newspaper you ordered before, and it seems to have your report on it. "

The

traces that were sweating like rain came to me as soon as I heard it.

"Is it? Uncle Ben really has this charm and strength, and he unconsciously reported it himself. "

Butler: "......

".

"Young master, it seems that you lost a game with a certain teenager. "

"What?" said Jibu, touching the tennis ball with his bare hands, and quickly took the newspaper and looked at it.

"Sure enough. "

As soon as he talked about losing the game, he remembered the strange teenager he met that night.

Except for that game, he won every game after returning home, and he was not defeated at all.

Sure enough, what was reported in the press was the race between him and the man.

And above, there are no names on it.

I guess the reporter who was there didn't know them.

There were only pictures of them on it, and the trace department looked at the picture of Kamisato River and clenched his fists.

"Damn, Uncle Ben lost to him, I admit it, but I don't know his name, the school he is in, it really annoys Uncle Ben. "

Otherwise, he would have wanted to go to Kamisato River today to have another game and bring back the victory that belonged to Keigo Jibe.

But now when he looks at the sentence written in the newspaper that Kamisato Chuan said, "You are still too weak, I don't want to continue to fight with a weak person", he was angry.

He was very angry about this, but the result showed that what the other party said was right, and he couldn't refute it at all.

"Then wait for Uncle Ben to break through and evolve, and then Uncle Ben will know who you are, and I will defeat you!"

He threw the newspaper at the butler.

"Leave me alone. "

He was so focused on his practice that no one could disturb him.

"Yes, young master. "

The housekeeper left drinks and red wine, everything was arranged, and there was a big umbrella next to it, which was a proper arrangement for enjoyment.

The

sun was already scorching in June, so he took a break and practiced swinging again after a physical training in such an environment.

Now, he plans to continue to study the style of play for the next two days.

"This guy must be some kind of guy with a background, maybe I'll meet him in the official arena in the future. "

While he was practicing, he guessed the identity of Kamisagawa.

"So Uncle Ben must finish my skills before then, Uncle Ben will definitely not let this kid look flat!".

When he thought of Kamisagawa's words, he was angry and helpless, and it was simply uncomfortable.

Bang

bang bang

The tennis ball was constantly hit by him on the wall.

Tennis is played higher and higher.

When the tennis ball bounces back, you really have to look up at the height that is equivalent to the high lob that the opponent hits back.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He slapped his hands straight and rushed forward.

Then he kicked his feet and jumped high.

He was very satisfied with the height at which he bounced.

I thought to myself that this was the result of my crazy devil training in the past few days.

Speaking of which, I have to thank the kid who defeated him.

"Hmph, Uncle Ben just thanks you in my heart!".

He had crossed into mid-air to reach the tennis best spot.

Just as I expected.

"Soon, Uncle Ben will be done!".

Bang!

The tennis ball was blasted back.

It's all within its calculations.

Even the point where the tennis ball hits the wall is the position of the opponent's racket that he has already envisioned.

Watch as the tennis ball hits that spot and then bounces back, and he hasn't fully landed in mid-air, seamlessly connecting the second swing attack!

Bang!

"It worked!".

Jibu landed on his feet and wiped a handful of sweat from his face.

But then there was a dissatisfied expression on his face.

"Hmph, it seems that we have to find someone to test it, otherwise, it can't be said to be a success. "

Thereupon.

He immediately went to get his phone.

Dialed the phone.

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