Prince of Tennis Reborn

Chapter 638 The Suppressed Irie
"I didn't expect you to value me so much. I'm really flattered."

Irie smiled and shook hands with Allen.

"No way, who told us that we can't afford to lose!"

Allen laughed at himself. Before the start of the group match, he saw that the entire team of the Neon team was junior high school students except Irie Jiang, so he thought that the group match had been settled.

Who would have thought that this would be the case after the two doubles matches.

The Neon team actually got the match point 2:0.

No one would have expected this before the game.

Even knowing that the Neon team is very strong, the junior high school team can still play like this when they meet the main team of the England team.

This has to make people marvel at the strength of the junior high school students of the Neon team.

"Pros or cons?"

Irie Kanata smiled and pointed to the racket in his hand.

"It's the other way around."

Allen thought for a while and said.

In his opinion, it would be great if he could get the right to serve. After all, he must ensure that he wins this game.

"The game begins, a set to decide, England's Alan Hebrew's serve."

Irie Kanade crouched in the backcourt, and the information about England's main player began to appear in his mind.

According to the information collected by Sadaharu Kane, Renji Yanagi and Akuto Mitsuya, this one is an elite trained by the England team's orthodox tennis education.

It is also a representative of traditional western tennis.

In terms of strength, it is said to be pretty good, but he once lost to Leopold Camus of the French team.

Whoa!

After coming to the serving line on the right, Allen directly threw the tennis ball in his hand.

The muscles in his arms instantly swelled, and an astonishing aura erupted from his whole body, pressing towards the river cover.

"Potential of strength?!"

This kind of momentum is of no use to Irie, but the fact that the other party has such an attainment in power means that the other party has also reached the realm of bursting clothes.

Bang!
A muffled thunder-like sound came from Allen's court, and the tennis ball was hit like a cannonball.

A trace of air waves visible to the naked eye near his racket slowly dissipated, one can imagine the power of this ball.

scoff~~
scoff~~
The tennis ball in Irie's hand kept wailing, even if Irie's wrist could hold the racket, it seemed like it couldn't hold it.

Barely hitting the ball back, the opponent had already reached the net when he raised his head.

"Extremely fast!"

Bu Er said lightly.

The action of the opponent sprinting to the Internet is obviously unreasonable.

"It seems that this is a guy who has developed his body to the extreme."

Kimishima Yuto chuckled lightly.

Powerful momentum, extreme speed, and each of the England team is a master who is good at protracted battles.

Physical strength and endurance are naturally not a problem.

As for skills, as the captain of the seventh-ranked England team in the world.

Alan Hebrew's skills are not bad at least not bad.

It can be said that the other party has developed the four-dimensional to the limit.

Compared with the opponent, Irie has no advantage in strength, speed, and physical strength.

boom!
The racket in the hands of Allen, who jumped up on one foot in front of the net, swept out from his waist and abdomen, and the tennis ball that disappeared instantly like an afterimage exploded in the bottom corner on the other side of the river after a while.

"Game, England, 15:0."

"Did Senior Irie get a goal so quickly?"

The fight for the ball ended so quickly that both Kintaro and Ryoma felt unreal.

Didn't you say that Senior Irie is very powerful?

How could he be picked up so easily?

"Heh, what do you guys know, you'll know after reading."

Atobe glanced at Ryoma and Kintaro Road.

These two simple little guys naturally don't understand what is sinister, and Irijiang Zenduo is a vile criminal on the court.

You look like he's at a disadvantage, but when you really think so he's going to get you down at the last minute.

This is Irie Kanata's tennis.

boom!
boom!
"England scored in this game, the score is 1:0."

"Both sides change game!"

The game ended so quickly that even the referee hadn't expected it.

After admiring the wonderful games of the first two rounds, he thought that this singles matchup between the main players of the three sides would be even more exciting.

Who ever thought that the first game would look like a one-sided look.

This can't help but make many people doubt.

Could it be that the only high school player of the Neon team is a parallel importer?

Second round.

After testing the depth of entering the river, Allen also showed his strongest side without hesitation.

A stab.

Allen's England striped tracksuit on his upper body was instantly torn apart by his muscles.

The naked upper body is full of strong muscles, with sharp edges and corners like a block of iron.

Since he couldn't test the depth of the river, Allen would stop doing useless work.

He's about to start speeding up.

"The light of England!"

A gleam flashed in Alan's eyes, and the muscles in his arms crackled like a grinding disc.

boom!
This ball directly left a trace of Bai Lian in the air, and the terrifying momentum seemed to destroy everything.

pat!

The racket in Irie's hand was in a stalemate with the tennis ball for a while, and then he dropped it directly. The ball hit the wall behind him hard, tearing off a large piece of wall in an instant.

"Oh oh oh!"

"England! England!"

This goal did not panic the audience in the front row at all, but instead stimulated the adrenaline in their bodies.

Let them feel a burst of excitement.

It was so exciting and exciting for them.

They bought tickets to come in to get up close and personal with such an amazing game.

This may be the reason why there are fewer Westerners.
boom!
boom!
A roar was swung from Alan's hand, and golden ball shadows smashed the wall behind Irie to pieces.

2: 0.

3: 0.

4: 0.

The atmosphere at the scene became more and more fiery, especially those fans who supported the England team.

Now they can finally feel proud.

Team Neon here.

Ryoma and Kintaro frowned.

What is going on here?

No matter how strong and fast the big guy on the opposite side is, Senior Rujiang shouldn't be unable to win even one round.

From Ryoma's point of view, Irie-senpai can block the strength of the opponent as long as he controls the position of the best hitting point in his own serve, and it should not be difficult to win the serve.

Out of the corner of Ryoma's eye, he saw the calm look on Atobe's face, could it be?

The corner of Ryoma's mouth twitched, based on Senior Irie's temperament, it might really be the same as he guessed.

It's really. People with high arts are bold.

Ryoma thought for a long time before he came up with a suitable word to describe Irie's operation.

In other words, he would never do this.

(End of this chapter)