The Prince of Tennis: Destroying Akutsu at the start

"What's wrong? Is my serve too fast? Do you need me to let you go?"

Quan Baoxiu took advantage of Irie's shocked gaze.

That's right, that's the look.

It was the same way at the beginning.

Now it's just a tick for a tick.

"Hmph! Don't be so proud!"

Irie snorted coldly, held the racket and switched to the receiving area on the left.

"Ah"

Seeing this, Quan Baoxiu sneered and threw the ball again.

He said that he would give way to the river, but Quan Baoxiu did not intend to slow down in the slightest.

boom!
The ultra-high-speed serve blasted into Irie's backhand area after a short while, and the angle of the ball bouncing from Irie's backhand was also very tricky.

Secretary Kimura nodded slightly. This South Korean player is quite capable.

The super-high-speed serve itself is very difficult to control, and Quan Baoxiu's ability to make the ball so tricky is a skill in itself.

The ball into the river finally reacted and bent his knees.

The racket was picked up from the bottom like fishing for the moon in a sea.

However, Quan Baoxiu's figure had already settled in front of the net, and he took advantage of the opportunity to sweep away the threatening ball from Irijiang.

A sharp volley in front of the net swept the ball out of Irie's frontcourt.

Boom!
"Game, Quan Baoxiu, 30:0."

"Serve to the net! So fast!"

"The other party completely anticipated Irie's actions!"

"This is bad, it seems that the gap between the two sides is a bit big!"

Everyone onlookers told me their worries one after another.

They wanted to cheer for Irie, but Irie's current performance really made them unable to speak up.

Regardless of whether they know Irie or not, since Irie is representing their training camp in the game, they must be on Irie's side.

At present, the enemy will naturally be united with the outside world.

boom!
boom!
There is no rhythm in entering the river, and he is completely led by the nose by Quan Baoxiu.

In Quan Baoxiu's rounds, he can unscrupulously launch an offensive on the net. Quan Baoxiu, who is good at various volleys, does not play too easily in front of the net.

Boom!
"This game was scored by the South Korean team's Jeon Bo Soo, and the score was 1:0."

"Both sides switch sides!"

Soon Quan Baoxiu won his own serve. During this period, Irie could only weakly parry Quan Baoxiu's attack.

"Jie Jie!"

The moment Quan Baoxiu and Irie passed by, Quan Baoxiu looked at Irie with a chilling smile.

He wants to completely destroy Irie's heart.

At the beginning, Oni Jujiro gave him a zero seal, this time he wants to zero seal the NO.17 of the Japanese U-20 team in front of him.

It's a bad breath for yourself.

Irie took a deep breath and threw the ball to attract the racket.

The racket passed over his head, and his arm slightly internally rotated the racket to hit the tennis ball above his head.

boom!
A golden light pierced the court. Although the ball was fast, it was not as good as Quan Baoxiu's serve.

Quan Baoxiu's dark eyes swept away calmly, and the guy opposite him was not worthy of his vigilance at all.

Quan Baoxiu retreated slightly, her shoulders led her arms to twitch vigorously.

boom!
After a loud blast, a beam of golden light flew back backwards, and the ear-piercing whistling fully demonstrated the astonishing power and speed of the ball.

"Yes, Not Bad!"

Park Zhiyong on the sidelines nodded, he was very satisfied with Quan Baoxiu's performance.

Park Zhiyong looked around at the players in the Japanese U-17 training camp and smiled contemptuously. Sure enough, it was the right choice to replace Quan Baoxiu.

Irie got up and chased towards the tennis ball's landing point, and when he was about to hit back, he saw Quan Baoxiu's figure in front of the net again.

Quan Baoxiu went online again.

Irie's face darkened, and the arm that was about to strike suddenly turned around.

boom!
The lob from the baseline goes up into the air, trying to pass over Quan Baoxiu's head from above.

Quan Baoxiu looked up and instantly judged the height of the ball.

"you are too naive!"

Quan Baoxiu turned around and took two steps back, then took off directly on the spot, catching up with the ball with his explosive power seemed like a piece of cake to him.

boom!
The powerful smash hit the ground directly, and the tennis ball bounced high off the court and hit the wall behind.

"Game, Quan Baoxiu, 15:0."

boom!
boom!
"This game was scored by the South Korean team's Jeon Bo Soo, and the score was 2:0."

boom!
boom!
"This game was scored by the South Korean team's Jeon Bo Soo, and the score was 3:0."

"Both sides switch sides!"

The next match was a one-sided game, and Irie had no way to deal with Quan Baoxiu's volley tactics.

"Hahaha, Coach Kurobe, don't you want to give your players some temporary guidance?"

The head coach of the South Korean team, Park Duk-kuai, was all smiles, and Jeon Bo-soo's performance allowed him to face the Kurobu again with arrogance.

"I advise you not to be too happy too early."

Kurobe didn't mean to worry at all, he was very aware of Irie's strength and temperament.

Although from Kurobe's point of view, Irie's doing this is a bit bad.

"cut!"

Pu Dekuai curled his lips in disdain, he only thought that Heibu was being stubborn.

Anyway, when the game was completely over, he believed that Kurobe would no longer be able to speak hard.

Irie leaned lightly on the chair, with his eyes closed, he looked very weak.

Seeing Irie like this, many people lost confidence in this game.

Sure enough, the gap between NO.20 and NO.3 is still too big.

"Senior Taneshima seems to be very worried about Senior Irie."

Tsukasa Kimura leaned closer to Taneshima and smiled lightly.

"Aren't you too? Sly brat."

The corner of Taneshima's mouth raised slightly, he really knew his old friend too well.

I always like to play this kind of routine of suppressing first and then raising, I really love acting.

"What a bad fellow!"

Taneshima said with some emotion.

Tsukasa Kimura glanced at Taneshima with weird eyes, it seems that Taneshima's temperament is not much better than Irie's.

It's a hundred steps to laugh at fifty steps.

The 3-minute break passed quickly, and Irie opened his eyes and picked up the racket beside him.

It looks like he has regained some fighting spirit.

However.
boom!
boom!
"This game was scored by the South Korean team's Jeon Bo Soo, and the score was 4:0."

boom!
boom!
"This game was scored by the South Korean team's Jeon Bo Soo, and the score was 5:0."

"Both sides switch sides!"

There was still no suspense in the game, and Irie was taken away by the opponent for two more rounds.

There is only one game left to lose.

The onlookers had given up all hope at this moment. In their view, the outcome of this match was already decided.

But what they don't know is that the real game begins next.