Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Chapter 285 Victory and Defeat

The light shot, known to be a world-class power, is not so easy to hit back.

I think back then, in the match between Byodoin and Phoenix, in order to counterattack Byodoin's normal 'Light Shot'.

Kitagawa Sora directly used the power of the 'Three Magatama Sharingan', 'Sage Body', and 'Kamiri-ryu Hyoka'.

And it was based on the inspiration of Kong Ming, who suddenly realized the best hitting point of 'SSS·Super Sweet Spot Technology'.

Finally, after trying for a while, he finally completed the counterattack.

Not to mention the 'Light Strike Destruction' after Byodoin Phoenix, Kitagawa Sora used his last strength and used the 'Susanoh' to complete the counterattack.

And in the original.

The ordinary "Light Shot" that debuted in the hands of Byodoin Phoenix also directly awakened Oni Jujiro to use the forbidden "power of ghosts and gods".

The other various light shots appear, which is also quite a famous scene.

In general.

The key to returning light shots is to practice the 'SSS' sweet spot technique, which is the best hitting point, or to directly use hard power to hit the ball hard.

Such as Kitagawa Sora's "Sage Body", Oni Jujiro's "Ghost Power", Tokugawa Kazuya's "Black Hole", Amadeus' "Darkness", Echizen Ryoma's "Samurai", Plance's "Knight" '.

Of course, among these, Echizen Ryuya and Bald Borg (Polk) who rely on 'normal attacks', that is, direct counterattacks with a flat A, are not included in the discussion.

And now.

Facing the 'light ball' hit by Kitagawa Sora, Atobe's situation was very bad.

……

click~
On the right half of the court, looking at Sora Kitagawa on the opposite side, Atobe tightened the tennis ball in his hand.

Then he didn't answer immediately, but turned around and walked towards the serving position in the left half of the area.

His expression was cold and his eyes were firm.

——Isn’t it the best hitting spot of SSS? Let me find it for you!

Da~da~da~~~
The sound of rhythmic clapping the ball sounded again, heralding the continuation of the game.

In an instant, the fiery fighting spirit from Atobe filled the entire tennis court, making Sora Kitagawa smile in the left half.

of course.

The will to fight is the will to fight, the determination is the determination, and the fighting spirit is the fighting spirit.

For the game, winning or losing is a reality.

In the front row of the stands, Mamoru Inoue, a spectator and reporter, put down the camera he raised in his hand, looked at the scene on the tennis court in the distance, and whispered leisurely.

"The winner...has been decided..."

That is because 'Kishihisa' is in charge of the match between Shitenhoji Temple and Tatekai University. He is not around at the moment, otherwise he would probably ask 'why'.

……

Under the spotlight, on the tennis court, the third singles match continues.

With the appearance of another ordinary topspin serve, Kitagawa Sora and Atobe once again started a passionate duel.

However, not many rounds later, with the appearance of a cutting short ball like an antelope hanging horns, the whole place fell into a strange atmosphere.

"Score works."

"0-30."

The server is still in front, the receiver is behind, and Beichuan scored empty.

Looking at the tennis ball bouncing and rolling in the area in front of the net, Adobe started running wildly from the baseline of the backcourt, and dropped the tennis racket stretched out in his hand.

"Beichuan..."

"As expected of you~"

Amid the slightly helpless words, Atobe could only quickly gather his thoughts and move on to the next ball.

On the sidelines, in the rest area, Fuji smiled leisurely.

"That guy from Beichuan is starting to change his formation."

The words are full of humor.

Tezuka next to him nodded and responded.

"It's his habit."

On the other end, Inui Sadaharu, who was constantly writing and drawing, and recording intelligence notes, didn't even pause his pen, and just spoke without emotion.

"'Teasing tactics', loose and controlled rhythm tactics."

"Well, it still smells like that."

At the end of the words, there was a hint of sadness~~~
For the current game.

If Sora Kitagawa keeps playing "bare ball", let alone the issue of consumption, the whole situation will be like a long bow that is constantly being stretched, which will be quite "dangerous".

But if you use the 'light shot' as a gap, intersperse the rest of the ball path, and launch an attack at the right time...

It will be a kind of dominant tennis that controls the rhythm of the whole court.

Atobe will be in a state of back and forth, up and down, hurried and slow, being 'played' by Kitagawa Sora in between applause.

For example...this moment.

Boom!
boom!
In an instant, amid the lightning and thunder, brilliance suddenly appeared.

The familiar arrow of light once again penetrated Atobe's defense line that he had quickly set up and scored points.

"What an unpleasant feeling! Beichuan!"

He moved his wrists, pinched his forearms and arms, and flexed his fingers to get rid of the dull, sore and numb feeling.

Feiyan was still playing arcs and spins with you in the previous ball, but the next ball gave you a fierce "light hit". Kitagawa Sora's clean and neat movements made Atobe A stomachache.

One second he was focusing on technical skills, and the next second the tennis racket in his hand was already on the verge of being broken.

It's really just a word "cool".

However, Atobe could only choose to bear Kitagawa Sora's overt tactics and spend more energy to take charge of the technical aspects.

You just have to find a way to catch the ball, but you also need to pay attention to other skills.

If he left it alone and relaxed even a little bit, it would probably be another point lost. After all, Kitagawa Sora's balls were never easy to catch.

And just such a 'teasing tactic' made Uncle Atobe's already bad situation worse.

……

Bang!
With a crisp sound, Atobe, who once again hit a tricky low ball, began to stare at Kitagawa Sora.

“What pitch will it be this time?”

Under the words in his heart, his mind was forcibly consumed.

Boom!
There was an explosion, and this time an ice-blue frost tornado replaced the golden light.

——Shenriliu · Frost is extinguished.

boom!
Boom! !
huh~~~
The baptism of strong wind made the atmosphere on the tennis court suddenly become intense.

……

Bang!
——Mental shock~
……

boom!
——Short ball falling over the net~
……

peng!

——Super fast volley~
……

Boom!
——Light ball~
……

During the duel, sometimes there was an ordinary ball followed by a light ball, and sometimes there were two or three light balls in a row.

In short, Kitagawa Sona's wanton changing rhythm simply made Atobe, who was struggling to support the situation of the game, feel ecstasy.

The mental and physical exertion is increasing, but what comes back is an increasingly bad situation.

Kitagawa Sona's world-class 'Light Shot' turned into a blocking tiger, directly shattering Atobe's hopes of victory.

As time passed, Kitagawa Sora completely took over the game.

"Score works."

"Game, Sora Kitagawa, score 2-1."

"Swap venues."

……

"Score works."

"Game, Sora Kitagawa, score 3-1."

……

"Game, Sora Kitagawa, score 5-1."

……

huh~~~
The wind blew up at the right time, bringing a refreshing coolness to the crumbling Yibu, which cheered him up and made him sober.

"Huha~huha~huha~~~"

Underneath the rapid breathing, there is a trace of excessive consumption.

No longer his usual noble and arrogant demeanor, Atobe Keigo at this moment is just a determined tennis player who is not willing to fail but is struggling hard on the tennis court.

If it were an ordinary game with other people, it would only be six rounds, so the consumption would be too high to sustain.

Mr. Atobe, who has a foundation in British endurance tennis, even shows off his gorgeous style.

But the problem is, the current Atobe uncle is not so gorgeous, he is already very good if he can stand firm.

After all, in the past six games, the mental shock one after another, the light hitting one after another, was simply inhuman.

Uncle Atobe, who was exhausted both physically and mentally, had even 'flyed' more than once by the end of the fight.

Well, flying in the literal sense, the kind of being knocked to the ground.

So now Jibu's whole body is covered with traces of embarrassment.

The hair was messed up, the clothes were dirty, not to mention the tennis racket that had been damaged the most.

Although it has been changed again and again.

Even though it has survived several 'light strikes'.

……

On the left half of the field.

Atobe took a deep breath, stretched his body, stared at the opposite side with deep eyes, and squeezed the tennis ball tightly in his hand.

The score is now 15-40, his '15', Kitagawa Sora's '40', the match point of the overall game.

However the distance hit back 'light hit the ball'...

"not enough!"

"not enough!"

"Not enough!" Three consecutive 'not enough's, Atobe shouted angrily in his heart, trying to vent his anger.

The deep eyes are still profound.

——Not even close!
Yes, just a little bit worse, this is how Atobe feels.

Atobe himself doesn't know exactly what "a little bit" is, but he only knows "a little bit"!
At this time.

In the right half, Sora Kitagawa was ready to catch the ball, and the words rang out.

"The Department of Traces!"

"Are you... hesitating?"

"hesitate?"

"Hahaha~~~"

"Who is this uncle?"

"I am Atobe Keigo!"

After a burst of laughter, there was a declaration from Uncle Atobe.

"Beichuan! Take the move!"

brush!
As the tennis ball flew into the air, Atobe hit back hard with the tennis racket in his hand.

Bang!
He hit the ball flatly and flew straight towards Kitagawa Sora at a very fast speed.

At the same time, there were also words of invitation from Uncle Atobe to fight.

"Come! Beichuan!"

Needless to say, the serve, eyes, and fighting spirit all tell Kitagawa Sora that what he wants is a 'light shot'!
After receiving Atobe's intention, Kitagawa Sora smiled knowingly.

While stepping and taking pictures, the sound of leisurely words sounded, if there was something to point to, if there was something to lead to.

"Atobe, you should know that there is another name for the light ball."

Another name...the light ball...the key to the door to the world!

After saying this, Kitagawa Sora stared at Atobe's burning gaze.

"coming!"

Since you want it, I’ll give it to you.

Let the world see your determination, Keigo Atobe!

Boom!
——Light hitting!

boom!
Amidst the roar, the golden pillar of light, like an arrow, went straight to Aibu on the left half.

The sound was violent, the wind suddenly rose, and faintly, in the light, there was a change in the world scene.

Amid the roars and screams of the audience, Jibu, who was on the left half of the court, stepped out without any fear, swung his racket towards the incoming ball.

"Ahhh~~~"

"Are we going to pick it up again? I'm going to get beaten up again!!!"

"Even if I shoot with both hands, I can't stop it!"

"A world-class light shot, you can't catch it!"

"It will kill people!!!"

Countless spectators roared, countless spectators screamed, and countless spectators were horrified.

Some people don't understand why this Hyokui Keigo Atobe rushes towards the 'light ball' again, falling to the ground and getting up again and again, regardless of the consequences and the present.

But some people...get it.

For example, on the right half, Sora Kitagawa showed a smile.
For example, in the rest area, everyone stood up and suddenly shouted while holding on to a chair.

Shishido Ryo: "Atobe! Fight it back!"

Yushi Ninzu: "Atobe, go ahead and do what you have to do!"

Xiang Riyueren: "Atobe, you are our king!"

And Jirou Akutagawa, who has woken up and is no longer sleeping: "Atobe!"

And all the partners around who are shouting hard!
At this moment, Atobe laughed, laughing wildly while swinging the racket!

"To my uncle... Go back!!!"

Boom!
boom!
Boom!

call out!
Boom~~~
Amidst a series of roaring and shocking sounds, a golden meteor bursting with terrifying power was born under Atobe's shot. Then, in a flash, it broke through all restraints and galloped towards the right half of the field.

In an instant, Kitagawa Sora smiled as he watched the incoming ball.

The tennis racket he raised in his hand was put down straight away, the scarlet light in his eyes slowly dissipated, and the short-lived golden light on his body also quietly disappeared.

Looking at the figure kneeling on the ground on the opposite side of the field, unable to support himself due to excessive consumption, he whispered happily.

"Atobe, I'm waiting for you in the world..."

This is a pioneer who has already set his sights on the world of tennis. He is looking forward to his childhood friends who are latecomers...

……

"OUT!"

"Game, Sora Kitagawa, score 6-1."

"At the end of the game, the semi-finals of the top four, the third singles match, was won by Kitagawa Sora from Youth Academy."

The sound of the referee's score report woke up the audience who were caught in the afterglow of the last ball.

Looking back, his eyes swept across.

Looking at the scene on the tennis court below, a series of exclamations sounded from the mouths of the spectators.

"Ahhh~~~"

"Wow wow~~~"

"The last ball! The last ball!"

"What happened just now!!!"

"Did you call back?"

"OUT, out of bounds, what a pity, it was just a little bit close!"

At this moment, everyone looked at the indentation beyond the bottom line in the right half, which was almost half a step away from the bottom line.

Facing Kitagawa Sora's "light ball", at the last moment, Atobe also broke through his own limit and hit the tennis ball back.

Unfortunately, after all, there was still insufficient control of the ball and the return ball went out of bounds.

Just like... Kitagawa Sora faced the 'light strike' of Byodoin Phoenix.

Faintly, a subtle 'inheritance' was quietly born.

……

Courtside, dugout area.

After the ball was passed, Hidakuto and Shishido Ryo, who started to pant, breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in the chair.

"What a pity, they have all been called back."

"Just a little."

At this time, Yushi looked at Atobe on the tennis court 'affectionately', taking a step forward, and the corners of his mouth were curved.

"not bad."

"Not bad at all."

"Ah~?"

"Huh~?"

The words "not bad" by Yushi Renzu made Mukagakure and Ryo Shido confused for a while.

On the other hand, Jirou Akutagawa, who was next to him, was thinking about nothing, and then after smiling wistfully, he fell down again and began to sleep.

Looking at Atobe from the coaching bench in front, Sakaki Taro showed a rare smile.

Although he lost the game, Atobe also won...the fruit of midsummer!

Although as the saying goes, victory is victory, defeat is defeat, and victory or defeat is decided.

But sometimes, there is a victory in the defeat, and there is also a win in the loss.

……

step~step~step~~~
Under the sound of footsteps, two shadows appeared in front of the net.

slap~
Amidst the soft sound, the hands met over the net.

"Thank you... for your advice!"

"Thank you for your advice!"

Atobe dragged his exhausted body, and Kitagawa Sora who was talking warmly and smilingly.

At this moment, under the sunlight, the two people looking at each other seemed to have returned to the day when they first met.

The same tennis match, the same 'Thank you for your advice', the same Keigo Atobe and Sora Kitagawa.

They stared at each other for a long time.

"I lost to you again."

"But next time, I will win back!"

Looking at Atobe's sonorous words, Kitagawa Sora smiled leisurely, and then spoke pointedly.

"If you want to win against me, you have to hurry up."

Um?time?What's the meaning?
The sudden words made Atobe have many answers in his mind.

In the inquiring line of sight was Kitagawa Sora who was laughing loudly.

"Atobe, keep getting stronger."

"I'll be waiting for you at the World Championships!"

After speaking, Beichuan Kong nodded, turned around and stepped forward.

A series of actions made Atobe stunned for a moment.

"World Championship?"

"Hey, what do you mean?"

Asked again, Kitagawa Sora raised his hand and waved.

Of course, there is also the arc above the corner of the mouth.

Well, Riddler, it feels good~~~
Ahem, I can't get out of Gotham City.

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(End of this chapter)