The pale yellow ball shot through the clouds and through the air, and the serve with strong topspin was full of determination.
The wooden hand stepped forward and drew the ball flatly, and the ball went towards Fuji Shusuke's face.
"Ha...Eishiro, this guy can be too paranoid sometimes."
An Shijin shook his head helplessly after seeing it.
There is obviously a better way to counterattack Fuji Shusuke's Hundred-Armed Giant goalkeeper Kute, but he just doesn't use it. He has to use a spin to attack the Hundred-Armed Giant goalkeeper head-on.
Although An Shijin knew that Mu Shou was just happy to see Hunter.
Paranoid people tend to do things according to their own preferences.
Peng!
Peng!
"Game, Fuji Shusuke, 15:0."
...
"Great, Senior Fuji's new trick is really amazing!"
Momojo in Qingxue's team was extremely excited.
The one-hundred-armed giant goalkeeper's unique ability to return the ball was something Taocheng had never seen before.
He deeply realized how powerful his senior was.
With such strength, you don't have to be afraid of Higa Junior High School's Eishiro Kite.
"It's better not to be happy too early, Taocheng."
"Every time the opponent returns the ball, it gets closer and closer to the top of the net."
Gan Zhenzhi said calmly.
As a data tennis master, Inui Sadaharu’s ability to observe the battle situation is naturally not bad.
He could clearly see that the ball the wooden hand had just hit was very close to the top edge of the net.
If you go further up, the ball will go over the net.
"What!"
Hearing Haitang's words, Taocheng was shocked.
They thought that Fuji-senpai had the upper hand in their serving game.
Tezuka still had a blank look on his face, he knew very well that the wooden hand was just trying to use spin to defeat Fuji's hundred-armed giant goalkeeper.
Tezuka was also surprised by Kite's paranoia.
...
Peng!
Peng!
Mu Shu quickly stepped forward and twitched his hand.
The ball flew diagonally and hit the top edge of the net without any bias.
Pfft~
Under the action of the force, the ball bounced upwards, and then fell into the Fujian frontcourt in full view of everyone.
"Game, Eishiro Kite, 15:15."
The referee's voice fell, and many people present looked at him in surprise.
Why was Fujitsusuke's hundred-armed giant goalkeeper cracked so quickly?
Fuji's face darkened slightly. He knew that the opponent relied on his extremely strong wrist strength to give the tennis ball the opposite spin, and the changes at the moment it hit the net offset the spin of his hundred-armed giant goalkeeper.
I really didn't expect that the opponent would find a way to crack the hundred-armed giant goalkeeper so quickly.
This is not good news for Fuji.
"You probably don't have any other skills anymore, right? Fuji."
Mu Shu said calmly.
As he spoke, he used the back of his fingers to push his glasses, which had slipped off the bridge of his nose due to strenuous exercise.
"Heh... you can give it a try."
It is also rare that Fuji is not weaker than others in terms of tone of voice.
Being able to make Fuji, who has always been a Buddhist, become so radical, one can imagine the changes that wooden hands brought to Fuji.
"Then I will end this game."
Mu Shu said calmly.
Hearing this, Fujian's heart tightened, and he knew that the real game was about to begin now.
But he won't be afraid, because he is convinced that he is no longer the weak self he was before.
Peng!
The serve with strong topspin is still full of determination.
Fuji knew that he must not hesitate at this moment, otherwise he would be defeated.
A sharp light flashed in Mu Shu's eyes. He had already wasted a lot of time trying to use his spin to attack the hundred-armed giant goalkeeper.
It's time for this game to end.
"Dark ball!"
Peng!
Although Muhou has not yet been able to completely integrate his aura with the dark ball, his dark ball is already quite good.
The wooden hand and the dark ball really fit together perfectly.
"What!"
Fuji's hole shrank slightly, and the ball became extremely huge after it passed the net.
The huge, pitch-black tennis ball kept impacting Fuji's heart.
"Game, Eishiro Kite, 30:15."
When the referee's voice sounded, Fuji suddenly woke up from a dream.
"What was that just now!"
For Fuji, secret shooting is an area he has never set foot on.
He was very unfamiliar with the product born from this perfect fusion of technical form and spiritual power.
Fuji's mind was still filled with the shot just now, he didn't know what it was.
But what is certain is that it must be a very terrifying trick.
After all, even Tezuka had never given him that kind of mental impact.
Peng!
Peng!
"This game was scored by Higa Junior High School Kute Eishiro, and the score was 3:2."
"Both sides change sides!"
Facing the wooden hand's hidden shot, Fuji could only lose points.
Although I haven't completely mastered Mu Shou's hidden ball, it is enough on the three-point field in junior high school.
Fuji, who returned to the sidelines and sat down, still had Yu Ji in his heart.
The huge tennis ball and the terrifying mental oppression were like a nightmare to Fuji.
And this is exactly the kind of pressure that a dark shot brings.
People who have never faced a hidden shot cannot understand the feeling of being hit hard.
"The gap is too big."
Kurobe looked at the solemn expression on Fuji Shusuke's face on the screen sent back from the scene and shook his head.
"After all, they can be said to be people from two different worlds."
Saito Zhi smiled and said.
Junior high school and the world are two completely different stages.
However, this does not mean that Seigaku's Fuji Shusuke is not good enough, it is just that he has not yet been exposed to a higher stage.
Mudou, on the other hand, learned about a higher stage in advance because of Amuro Jin’s relationship.
...
After a short break the game started again.
The wooden hand's serve is still constantly challenging everyone's visual limits.
Even if there is no duality, there is more than enough intention but not enough strength.
Peng!
Peng!
"This game was scored by Higa Junior High School Kute Eishiro, and the score was 4:2."
The gap is widening bit by bit.
Even though the game was completely controlled by his opponent, he still didn't give up.
Peng!
The disappearing serve was played again, and under the dual effects of force and rotation, the ball headed towards the inner corner of the receiving area in front of the wooden hand.
But all this cannot escape Mu Shu's perception.
Tennis is not going away.
"Dark ball!"
The huge pitch black sphere appeared in front of Fuji's eyes again.
The oppression that seemed to touch the soul made Fuji's breathing stagnate. After a moment of hesitation, everything disappeared.
Peng!
Peng!
"This game was scored by Higa Junior High School Kute Eishiro, the score is 5:2."
As the decisive game approached, the hearts of everyone in Qingxue instantly hit rock bottom.
Because this deciding game was the wooden hand's serve.
Peng!
A ball that was as fast as a thunderbolt flashed before everyone's eyes in an instant, and that touch of gold was so dazzling.
Although Fuji kept trying to calm down so he could watch Qing Mu's serve.
But Mu Shu, blessed by Asura Shinto, has already opened a qualitative gap with Fuji in the fifth dimension.
Peng!
Peng!
"At the end of the game, Higa Junior High School Kute Eishiro won, with a score of 6:2."