SFS Chapter 72: Two sticks fight, Tailang gains the advantage, and a bloody internal fight breaks out!
Chapter 72: Two sticks fight, Tailang gains the advantage, and a bloody internal fight breaks out!
next moment.
Bang!
Pfft!
"what!!!"
The young-haired Lee Hyukjae, who was so arrogant not long ago, hugged his good hand and wailed.
Cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.
Under the stimulation of pain, the eyes are gradually filled with congested capillaries.
My body was shaking involuntarily.
And the reason for all this is.
The ball hit his wrist hard.
"How can this be?!"
"How did that guy manage to use my skill 'Ghost Slayer'?"
Looking at his teammates howling like dead dogs, the purple-haired Park Jun-ha was dumbfounded.
He absolutely did not believe that the dark-skinned bald man opposite him had the talent and ability to perfectly replicate something with just one look.
If that were the case, he didn't think the other party would be willing to play doubles.
This is the Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School team.
"No way?!"
"When did Senior Kuwabara become so fierce?"
Kirihara Akaya opened his eyes wide and asked in disbelief.
If this were Beichuan, he would accept it without thinking.
But the opponent is the iron wall defender of Rikkai University High School.
He is a counter-attacking player.
It is really hard to understand why this kind of ability appears in the other person.
"Perfect deflection?"
"The bounce in the game? Or the rebound ball?"
At this time, Niou Masaharu raised his eyebrows slightly, trying to grasp the key point.
"Is that the bounce I understand?"
"Well, it's a parry that can block the enemy's attack and bounce all the damage back."
This also triggered the reception of Akagi Kirihara, who loves playing fighting games.
The two of them started talking to each other.
"Kuwabara has found his own way..."
Yanagi Renji was recording in his notebook while praising softly.
"However, with Kuwabara's current level, I'm afraid he can't achieve a perfect parry."
"Also, this defense-to-offense move should put a lot of strain on the arms."
"There's always a gap between game mechanics and reality."
Genichirō Sanada subconsciously glanced at Kitagawa and began to analyze.
no doubt.
The reason why Jackal Kuwabara was able to develop along this path must have been with the help of Kitagawa.
“It’s definitely not perfect yet.”
"Receiving the ball is essentially about handling the speed, power, and spin that the tennis ball carries."
"And the impeachment requires seizing an excellent timing."
"Then apply excessive force and swing it out in a very short time."
“It’s very brainless and a test of willpower and physical strength.”
Nodding, Beichuan began to speak slowly.
Of course, there is another point, that is, the effectiveness of parrying depends more on the opponent.
If the opponent uses a ball that is beyond your tolerance, the result will be a hole in the racket.
If your opponent is just hitting the ball with skill, it will be useless.
However, it is still quite practical when dealing with violent tennis players who are almost as strong as yourself.
Compared to Rikkai University.
The onlookers breathed a sigh of relief instantly.
"It's really their own fault! I wanted to attack the other party from the beginning, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this."
"It's much smoother! The rainbow hair is fine, but the gibberish howling is really annoying."
"Serves you right! He's only 15 and already so sinister. He'll definitely be a super male pest in the future."
"..."
Waves of words about pouring oil continued to reach the ears of those people in Yokohama Suilan Junior High School.
After hearing the translation, everyone on and off the court was immediately enraged.
It is true that they are the bottom players in the Nibelungen Tennis Club and are even at the point where they can be kicked out at any time.
But even so, he is a player from a super large tennis club that is one of the top three in the world.
Being humiliated like this at this moment, they were so angry that their lungs were about to explode.
"Park Joon-ha."
"Don't worry about that loser, just kill the kid on the other side!"
"If you don't handle it well, you will bear the consequences yourself!"
next moment.
Galka, with his towering red hair and black skin, shouted directly at Park Jun-ha on the field.
The words fell.
The purple-haired Park Jun-ha on the court suddenly looked up at Marui Bunta and Jackal Kuwabara on the opposite side.
The sinister look on his face was no longer concealed at all.
"Pooh!"
"Stop howling for me."
"Get out of the way with your racket!"
Then he spat at the blue-haired Lee Hyuk Jae who was rolling on the ground and cursed.
"Oh, oh~"
"It's really embarrassing~"
Boo!
As the sound of bubbles bursting rang out, Marui Bunta chuckled and threw the tennis ball into the air.
"So..."
"Now, please enjoy the performance of the King of Idols!"
When the opening remarks fell.
Marui Bunta served the ball directly.
boom!
In the blink of an eye.
The tennis ball went straight towards the young-haired Lee Hyukjae who was not very good at using the racket with one arm hanging down.
"Asshole! Catch the ball!"
He was already furious when he saw Lee Hyukjae trying to dodge the ball.
Park Jun-ha gritted his teeth and roared.
It was just the pain in his wrist, coupled with the awkwardness of not being good at using his hands, that made it impossible for young Lee Hyukjae, who was not far from the national level, to hit the ball back over the net.
Instead, the ball hit Park Jun-ha in the face.
"Failure ball!"
"Rikkai University Affiliated Middle School scores."
"30-0!"
The referee on the podium blew the whistle to announce the result.
And at the same time.
The whole place fell into dead silence.
Followed by.
The whole audience burst into laughter.
As for the two people, they were all stunned.
Then one of them became completely furious and started to rant about all kinds of trash to his teammates.
Bo~!
"Kill him while he's sick~"
With a slightly playful smile, Marui Fumita blew a bubble to himself, then took out a new tennis ball and got ready again.
"Ah."
Jackal Sangyuan responded solemnly.
But just as Marui Bunta was about to serve.
"enough!"
"I've had enough of your bullying, you bastard!"
"Go to hell!"
call!
Bang!
Lee Hyukjae, who was bombarded with trash talk, threw the racket in his hand at the purple-haired Park Junha's head like a madman.
In an instant, a splash of bright red fell to the ground.
Bang~
The blood-stained half of the racket fell to the ground.
Park Joon-ha looked at Lee Hyuk-jae, his lackey who used to be so respectful to him, with an expression of disbelief.
I never thought that the other party would do such a thing.
Then he fell directly to the ground.
Resentment and anger alternately filled his eyes.
Not long after.
A small pool of blood formed on the ground.