The Strongest in Prince of Tennis

Chapter 43 I am disappointed

on court.

Fuji knelt on one knee, looking at the racquet falling in front of him.

Bear Drop.

His second triumphant skill was also breached in an instant.

The shock, which was far more powerful and terrifying than a forehand slam, made his skill to tackle the ball hardly any effect.

“The one who lost this game…”

“It will be me?”

Fuji muttered tremblingly.

Involuntarily.

A very bad premonition emerged in Fuji’s heart.

That hunch appeared briefly when his Swallow Return was cracked.

But he was soon suppressed.

Now that feeling reappeared.

And it cannot be suppressed.

“Fuji player.”

Seeing that Fuji hadn’t stood up to serve for a long time, the referee reminded: “Now is your serve bureau, you should serve!”

“Sorry, referee.”

After nearly five seconds, Fuji stood up.

“All my moves are completely useless to you. Is this the absolute advantage brought by the five-dimensional sum of ten points over me?”

“The gap is too big.”

“It’s actually a game that is doomed to lose.”

Fuji couldn’t help thinking.

The tennis ball is thrown.

Waving his arms.

Fuji sent out the tennis ball in his hand.

Like the previous Sanji serve, Fuji still uses a diagonal cut this time, and the tennis ball is placed on the leftmost side of the court at the same time.

Ball speed: 135.7km/h

Speed: 131.5r/min

Rotation direction: down

Bouncing height: 19.8cm

Falling point: The right side of the court, 50.4cm from the right sideline, and 155.6cm from the back sideline.

“Serve of this quality?”

Shimura frowned.

Whether it is the speed of the ball, the rotation speed, the height of the tennis ball, or the tricky degree of the tennis ball, Fuji’s serve is nearly half a grade lower than the previous three times.

Bang!

Shimura backhanded the ball back.

The ball also went diagonally to Fuji’s back right court.

However, unlike the past, because Fuji’s hair quality has declined, especially the tennis landing point has risen by nearly five centimeters, Shimura’s backhand draw is more powerful than the previous few times.

After a few seconds.

Fuji, who wanted to cut the ball back to Shimura’s backhand direction with his right hand, stopped for a moment.

Snap!

The racquet in Fuji’s hand fell to the ground.

“40:15.”

The referee’s voice sounded.

Shimura scored directly on his first return.

“Fuji, be serious!”

Shimura looked at the opposite side and said, “The quality of your serve this time is far worse than the previous few balls!”

Fuji did not speak.

Instead, they quickly abandon tennis again.

Racquet quickly swung down.

The tennis ball hit Shimura’s backhand significantly faster than the previous one.

Ball speed: 140.5km/h

Speed: 138.8r/min

Rotation direction: down

Bouncing height: 17.8cm

Location: The right side of the court, 45.3cm from the right sideline, and 125.6cm from the back sideline.

“The quality has indeed improved a bit, but it is still below the normal level. The serve fails twice in a row, even if it is reminded, it fails to reach the normal level.”

“Fuji this guy…”

Shimura had a vague guess in his mind.

In the third grade of net king Seigaku, Fuji’s desire to win is the worst. When facing a difficult opponent, it is difficult for him to give his full strength.

This didn’t change gradually until Tezuka confronted Atobe at the cost of a serious arm injury.

“Bang! Bang!”

“Bang! Bang!”

After Shimura and Fuji squatted four goals on court.

“Swallow Return!”

Fuji waved his arm.

He cut the racquet to the bottom of the tennis ball again and hit the tennis ball to the right corner of the court.

Ball speed: 75.3km/h

Speed: 221.1r/min

Rotation direction: down

Bouncing height: 14.8cm

Location: The right side of the court, 70cm from the right sideline, and 85.6cm from the back sideline.

Height of one meter after landing: 2.2cm

Rotation direction: down

Height one meter before landing: 25cm

Rotation direction: down

The data turned back in Shimura’s mind.

In the surprised eyes of Fuji and all the spectators off the court, Shimura moved quickly, came to the front of the ball before the tennis ball hits the ground, and then calmly withdrew the tennis ball that hadn’t landed.

Intercept Swallow Return in advance.

This is a method that Shimura has not used before.

Bang!

Fuji has no time to catch the ball.

“competition is over!”

“2:0.”

As the referee’s voice sounded, the game ended.

Fuji only scored one goal!

on court.

Shimura walked to the net step by step, fixed his eyes on Fuji’s face, and said, “Fuji, these two balls, whether it’s serve or return, or your Swallow Return, the quality of the ball is the same. Having dropped a big cut, this is definitely not the strength you should have!”

“What was your previous state?”

Shimura asked directly.

“Shimura classmate…”

Fuji looked up in shock.

Shimura said coldly: “The basic five dimensions are divided into five categories: speed, strength, physical strength, mental strength, and technique. But in summary, they are actually mind, body, and skill. Tennis players without the desire to win are not counted. It’s a real tennis player.”

“Fuji classmate.”

“To be honest, I am disappointed now.”

Shimura’s eyes were also cold. “You have a very strong ball control and excellent technique, and you also have incredible creativity. I originally thought you, me, and Tezuka are players of the same level.”

“It seems you are not now.”

“Are you far?”

“You don’t have the desire to win as a tennis player.”

Shimura shook his head and said.

“Forget it, I won’t tell you.”

“Next is my serve game. If you have been in your current state, then I will reap the game!”

“You can figure it out!”

Shimura turned and left. *