Tennis: One look can subdue me, one sword can break the clothes of heaven!

"........"

Mao Li was a little surprised. He didn't believe that students of this grade could really crack his basketball skills.

But judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be joking.

Could it be that he really has a solution?

boom!

While he was thinking, Fuji Shusuke had already served the ball.

Maori immediately went to the net to intercept.

After a short volley, he saw that the guy on the opposite side almost couldn't receive it, so he could only hit a high lob in a hurry.

"That's it, you still want to crack my ball skills?"

He smiled inwardly and immediately jumped into the air. At the moment of smashing the ball, he bent his wrist and temporarily changed to a slice.

huh~

The ball flew out again with high speed rotation.

And at this moment.

Fuji Shuu turned the racket in his hand, and hit the tennis ball from high to low, making a slice!

boom!

The tennis ball flew out lightly and swiftly, and after landing, it flew out along the ground like a swallow soaring over the water.

Maori returned to defense immediately, but he did not expect the angle of the ball to be so low, and finally Fuji Shusuke successfully scored.

"This is......"

He was a little bit unbelievable.

This ball...

So low and so fast, what kind of skill is this?

The angle of reflection doesn't seem quite right, does it?

"What kind of ball skill is this?"

He looked at Fuji Shusuke in surprise, only to see that the latter still had a faint smile on his face.

"This move is called the flying swallow returning to the nest."

.......

"It's actually a flying swallow returning to its nest? Has this guy already mastered two types of return shots?"

Oreki Yuya was a little surprised.

Could it be that this guy, Fuji, has quietly mastered two ways of returning the ball?

This is the first year of the Kanto Tournament...

He originally thought that Mao Li should have a firm advantage, but it seems that the gap in this game is not as big as he imagined.

Fuji, who has mastered both types of return shots, is estimated to be at the top level in Kanto. Although he is still some distance away from the national level, he is not without the ability to fight against Hisaburo Mori. The odds are estimated to be 37 or barely 46.

After all, although this senior is strong, he lacks some elements of a truly strong person, and his national level is actually somewhat unworthy of the reputation.

"I'm really disappointed with this guy... This game is probably hanging by a thread."

......

boom!

'game! Fuji Shusuke wins this game, the score is 4:4! '

The tense game continued. Although Maori had stronger hard power, he was not inferior to him because of his two-way return. Even when Maori got serious later, he could only tie with him.

at this time.

A breeze blew from the sky, blowing up Fuji Shusuke's long chestnut hair. He raised his head towards the sky, with a more calm expression on his face.

"finally come......"

"what are you saying?"

"I mean this breeze, it's nice, isn't it?"

Maori was a little confused.

"What are you trying to be mysterious about? Serve the ball quickly!"

Fuji smiled and suddenly said:

"Senior, have you ever thought about whether you can use the wind to hit the ball back?"

Mao Li was stunned when he heard this.

I thought to myself, is this guy crazy?

"Use the wind? Are you stupid? How is it possible to do such a thing?"

"Yes, theoretically it's impossible, but recently I've had a feeling that... the wind holds the answer I'm looking for."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"Hehe... Yeah, what exactly is it?"

Fuji gave a mysterious smile.

Maori gritted his teeth and felt a little annoyed.

With his strength, he was able to fight on equal terms with a first-grade boy. It would be a bit embarrassing if this were made public.

Moreover, this kid always gave him a feeling that he couldn't see through him.

"Stop talking nonsense and serve the ball! Don't think you are invincible. It won't take me long to find a way to break those two moves!"

"as you wish......"

A breeze was blowing, and the young man seemed to be enjoying the coolness brought by the wind. Even the expression on his face became calm and comfortable.

He just raised the tennis ball and hit it.

The ball flew high into the sky, and then under the blowing of the wind, the angle became somewhat unpredictable.

"You really want to use the wind to hit the magic ball? Unfortunately, it's useless!"

Maori caught up with the ball that was blown at an angle by the wind and hit it back.

As the ball flew back.

Fuji Shusuke opened his ice-blue pupils, and a different light seemed to flash in them.

"The third counterattack technique... White Whale."

boom!

The shot hit the target, and the ball flew lightly and quickly against the wind.

"Are you being mysterious again? Take my volley!"

Maori sprinted to the net, wanting to grab the ball with a short volley, but, at this moment..., just as he was about to catch the ball!

The ball suddenly flew upwards!

Then, after a burst of irregular movements, it flew to the backcourt.

Maori was frightened and turned around to chase the ball, but he was hit head-on by the tennis ball flying back to him.

This ball actually flew back by itself!

huh~

In the end, the ball passed the net and was caught by the boy on the opposite side with one hand.

Maori's eyes widened, cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"What... is this?"

..........

"That...what is it?"

"I don't know. Why did the ball fly back by itself?"

"Isn't that too exaggerated?"

"Is this really a ball that a human can hit?"

On the sidelines, there were sounds of the audience gasping for air.

Reporter Inoue took a photo of Fuji Shusuke, and his face was full of shock. Even he, a veteran who had watched many games, was a little uneasy at this moment.

As for Shiba Saori, she covered her red lips in surprise and was unable to speak.

"Funny boy."

At the same time, a voice came from the side. Inoue looked back and found that the man closed his eyes again and seemed to continue sleeping.

But this is enough.

The fact that Fuji Shusuke could comment on this person as interesting is enough to explain a lot of things...

On the other side, everyone in Hyotei was speechless, even Atobe looked on in silence.

On the Seigaku side, all of Fuji Shusuke's teammates opened their mouths wide at the same time. Even though they were teammates, they had never seen Fuji's basketball skills like this.

"Is this...Fuji Shusuke's strength?"

"Isn't he hiding it too deeply?"

This is Rikkai University High School.

Yukimura Seiichi and Oreki Yu said nothing, just watched quietly.

Genichirō Sanada and Renji Yanagi looked solemn.

As for the others, they were all shocked with their eyes wide open.

"This guy has a different strength..."

.......

As the last tennis ball fluttered in the wind and fell, Maori Jusaburo lowered his head and stopped.

The referee's voice was also heard.

'game! Fuji Shusuke wins this round! The score is 6:4! '

"The winner is, Seishun Gakuin - Fuji Shusuke."