LIGHTNOVELONLINE The Prince of Tennis: Destroying Akutsu at the start
Chapter 141 Powerless Zhang Tian
"how can that be!"
"That brat! He actually countered Zhong Kuan's smash with a smash!"
"What a joke!"
Everyone in the South Korean U-17 team looked in disbelief.
What did they just see!
The little ghost then took the lead, and after Yin Zhongkuan blasted a smash first, he also responded with a smash.
Can this kind of thing be done by humans?
And Yin Zhongkuan himself has not recovered from the huge blow of the ball just now.
He stood there blankly.
"Heh Kimura, the kid's dynamic vision and concentration are really scary!"
After seeing the performance of the South Korean U-17 team, Tanejima snickered.
"That's right, there can be no mistakes in such a move! Only a bold and careful guy like Kimura can use such a move."
Irie nodded with a smile.
It took Yin Zhongkuan a while to recover, and he served again under the urging of the referee.
Yin Zhongkuan's face has already turned livid, he is not an idiot.
He already felt that Kimura Division's strength was far above his.
If you can't devote all your energy to this game, you will really lose!
Once he loses this game, he will become the laughing stock of everyone.
It will also be a sinner for the South Korean U-17 team.
Ancient martial arts - tiger roar.
boom!
Yin Zhongkuan stopped his footsteps with a powerful kick like a tiger descending a mountain.
He knew that he would not be able to catch up with this ball.
Boom!
A ball that jumped out of the field from the bottom corner slammed into the wall behind.
At the same time, the victory of this round also flew away.
"This game was scored by the Japanese team Kimura Division, the score is 2:0."
"Damn! It's really hateful!"
Pu Deku in the stands gritted his teeth.
One is that he hates Yin Zhongkuan for not fighting, and the other is that he is angry that he was fooled!
He came from a long way across the ocean, and in such a hurry, he put his face on others to slap him in the face.
It really disgusted Pu De.
The rest of the South Korean U-17 team were all silent and huddled in a corner.
In front of them is their leader Park Ji-yong.
The negative emotions coming from Park Zhiyong made them dare not speak at all.
Their leader is not in a good mood right now.
The game came to the third game, and it was Kimura Secretary's serve again.
Kimura Division lowered his brows and smiled slightly, the game went much smoother than he imagined.
The NO.17 moisture of the South Korean U-2 team is far greater than Kimura Division imagined.
No wonder Ryoma and Tezuka in the original book can easily defeat the leaders of the lower-ranked teams.
It turns out that the world is not as powerful as imagined.
In other words, the level of the top ten teams in the world and the level of the next 20 or so teams are simply vastly different.
There seems to be a huge gap between them.
Whoa!
Kimura threw his left hand upwards, and then pulled the racket with his right hand and slammed into the tennis ball that was thrown to the highest point.
boom!
With a crisp sound, a golden streamer rushed out.
"Ok?"
Yin Zhongkuan frowned. Although this shot was fast, it was far worse than the previous serve.
Although Yin Zhongkuan didn't understand why Kimura chose to hit the topspin serve instead of the powerful jump serve before, but he knew in his heart that this was a good opportunity for him.
Tread!
Yin Zhongkuan quickly adjusted his position in the direction of the tennis ball, and then he held the racket in one hand and waited for it.
However.
The tennis ball that just passed the net suddenly disappeared before Yin Zhongkuan's eyes when it was about to hit the ground.
"what!"
Yin Zhongkuan's pupils shrank slightly, and immediately reacted and began to look for the tennis ball.
Yin Zhongkuan knew that the tennis ball would not disappear. The opponent must have used some method to make the ball out of his sight, thus creating the illusion of the tennis ball disappearing.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any tennis balls on the court, and the tennis balls seemed to have really disappeared.
Boom!
Yin Zhongkuan turned his head mechanically, and a small mustard yellow ball was rolling down to the wall.
"Game, Secretary Kimura, 15:0."
"What the hell are you doing! Cheer me up!"
Park Zhiyong couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted loudly at the field.
In Pu Zhiyong's eyes, Kimura Si's Shenyin just now is just a trick, and he can't even see through such a trick.
Yin Zhongkuan really disappointed him.
Maybe he should consider whether Yin Zhongkuan is strong enough to be the No.17 title of the South Korean U-2 team.
"Calm down, calm down! Be sure to calm down!"
Yin Zhongkuan heard the roar of his own captain, and he knew that he really lost his sense of proportion when the tennis ball disappeared just now.
So now all he has to do is calm down.
Naturally, Kimura Si also heard Pu Zhiyong's roar, and he sneered disdainfully.
It seems that this group of guys from the South Korean U-17 team still haven't recognized the reality clearly.
That being the case!
Whoa!
The ball was thrown high into the air again.
"Tiger Cannon!"
boom!
The tiger cannon fired by Kimura's strength is naturally not of the same grade as Qianshi's.
The momentum that seems to smash everything is not something Qianshi can do.
Boom!
"Game, Secretary Kimura, 30:0."
Yin Zhongkuan rubbed his sore eyes, here he comes again!
The kid on the opposite side used that trick of jumping serve again!
If he wanted to keep up with the trajectory of the ball, Yin Zhongkuan had to watch it intently, even if he blinked, he might lose sight of the ball.
But such high-intensity eye use is a great burden on the eyes.
But right now is not the time to think about these things. What Yin Zhongkuan has to do is to adapt to Kimura Sihupao's ball speed with the fastest speed.
"Tiger Cannon!"
Boom!
"Game, Secretary Kimura, 40:0."
"Tiger Cannon!"
Boom!
"This game was scored by the Japanese team Kimura Division, the score is 3:0."
"Both sides switch sides!"
Yin Zhongkuan was once again won by Kimura Secretary, which made everyone in the South Korean U-17 team completely give up.
They no longer have hope for this game.
Because as far as the current situation is concerned, Yin Zhongkuan has nothing to do with Kimura Division's serve.
In this case, even if Yin Zhongkuan kept his serve in every game, he could only be the one who failed in the end.
He has lost his chance.
Naturally, Kimura Si would not give Yin Zhongkuan the slightest chance to fight back, but he was going to give Yin Zhongkuan a zero seal.
PS: Let me ask a digression, do you think it is necessary to speed up the U-17 part of the story and quickly skip to the second-year middle school story.
I listen to everyone.
"That brat! He actually countered Zhong Kuan's smash with a smash!"
"What a joke!"
Everyone in the South Korean U-17 team looked in disbelief.
What did they just see!
The little ghost then took the lead, and after Yin Zhongkuan blasted a smash first, he also responded with a smash.
Can this kind of thing be done by humans?
And Yin Zhongkuan himself has not recovered from the huge blow of the ball just now.
He stood there blankly.
"Heh Kimura, the kid's dynamic vision and concentration are really scary!"
After seeing the performance of the South Korean U-17 team, Tanejima snickered.
"That's right, there can be no mistakes in such a move! Only a bold and careful guy like Kimura can use such a move."
Irie nodded with a smile.
It took Yin Zhongkuan a while to recover, and he served again under the urging of the referee.
Yin Zhongkuan's face has already turned livid, he is not an idiot.
He already felt that Kimura Division's strength was far above his.
If you can't devote all your energy to this game, you will really lose!
Once he loses this game, he will become the laughing stock of everyone.
It will also be a sinner for the South Korean U-17 team.
Ancient martial arts - tiger roar.
boom!
Yin Zhongkuan stopped his footsteps with a powerful kick like a tiger descending a mountain.
He knew that he would not be able to catch up with this ball.
Boom!
A ball that jumped out of the field from the bottom corner slammed into the wall behind.
At the same time, the victory of this round also flew away.
"This game was scored by the Japanese team Kimura Division, the score is 2:0."
"Damn! It's really hateful!"
Pu Deku in the stands gritted his teeth.
One is that he hates Yin Zhongkuan for not fighting, and the other is that he is angry that he was fooled!
He came from a long way across the ocean, and in such a hurry, he put his face on others to slap him in the face.
It really disgusted Pu De.
The rest of the South Korean U-17 team were all silent and huddled in a corner.
In front of them is their leader Park Ji-yong.
The negative emotions coming from Park Zhiyong made them dare not speak at all.
Their leader is not in a good mood right now.
The game came to the third game, and it was Kimura Secretary's serve again.
Kimura Division lowered his brows and smiled slightly, the game went much smoother than he imagined.
The NO.17 moisture of the South Korean U-2 team is far greater than Kimura Division imagined.
No wonder Ryoma and Tezuka in the original book can easily defeat the leaders of the lower-ranked teams.
It turns out that the world is not as powerful as imagined.
In other words, the level of the top ten teams in the world and the level of the next 20 or so teams are simply vastly different.
There seems to be a huge gap between them.
Whoa!
Kimura threw his left hand upwards, and then pulled the racket with his right hand and slammed into the tennis ball that was thrown to the highest point.
boom!
With a crisp sound, a golden streamer rushed out.
"Ok?"
Yin Zhongkuan frowned. Although this shot was fast, it was far worse than the previous serve.
Although Yin Zhongkuan didn't understand why Kimura chose to hit the topspin serve instead of the powerful jump serve before, but he knew in his heart that this was a good opportunity for him.
Tread!
Yin Zhongkuan quickly adjusted his position in the direction of the tennis ball, and then he held the racket in one hand and waited for it.
However.
The tennis ball that just passed the net suddenly disappeared before Yin Zhongkuan's eyes when it was about to hit the ground.
"what!"
Yin Zhongkuan's pupils shrank slightly, and immediately reacted and began to look for the tennis ball.
Yin Zhongkuan knew that the tennis ball would not disappear. The opponent must have used some method to make the ball out of his sight, thus creating the illusion of the tennis ball disappearing.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any tennis balls on the court, and the tennis balls seemed to have really disappeared.
Boom!
Yin Zhongkuan turned his head mechanically, and a small mustard yellow ball was rolling down to the wall.
"Game, Secretary Kimura, 15:0."
"What the hell are you doing! Cheer me up!"
Park Zhiyong couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted loudly at the field.
In Pu Zhiyong's eyes, Kimura Si's Shenyin just now is just a trick, and he can't even see through such a trick.
Yin Zhongkuan really disappointed him.
Maybe he should consider whether Yin Zhongkuan is strong enough to be the No.17 title of the South Korean U-2 team.
"Calm down, calm down! Be sure to calm down!"
Yin Zhongkuan heard the roar of his own captain, and he knew that he really lost his sense of proportion when the tennis ball disappeared just now.
So now all he has to do is calm down.
Naturally, Kimura Si also heard Pu Zhiyong's roar, and he sneered disdainfully.
It seems that this group of guys from the South Korean U-17 team still haven't recognized the reality clearly.
That being the case!
Whoa!
The ball was thrown high into the air again.
"Tiger Cannon!"
boom!
The tiger cannon fired by Kimura's strength is naturally not of the same grade as Qianshi's.
The momentum that seems to smash everything is not something Qianshi can do.
Boom!
"Game, Secretary Kimura, 30:0."
Yin Zhongkuan rubbed his sore eyes, here he comes again!
The kid on the opposite side used that trick of jumping serve again!
If he wanted to keep up with the trajectory of the ball, Yin Zhongkuan had to watch it intently, even if he blinked, he might lose sight of the ball.
But such high-intensity eye use is a great burden on the eyes.
But right now is not the time to think about these things. What Yin Zhongkuan has to do is to adapt to Kimura Sihupao's ball speed with the fastest speed.
"Tiger Cannon!"
Boom!
"Game, Secretary Kimura, 40:0."
"Tiger Cannon!"
Boom!
"This game was scored by the Japanese team Kimura Division, the score is 3:0."
"Both sides switch sides!"
Yin Zhongkuan was once again won by Kimura Secretary, which made everyone in the South Korean U-17 team completely give up.
They no longer have hope for this game.
Because as far as the current situation is concerned, Yin Zhongkuan has nothing to do with Kimura Division's serve.
In this case, even if Yin Zhongkuan kept his serve in every game, he could only be the one who failed in the end.
He has lost his chance.
Naturally, Kimura Si would not give Yin Zhongkuan the slightest chance to fight back, but he was going to give Yin Zhongkuan a zero seal.
PS: Let me ask a digression, do you think it is necessary to speed up the U-17 part of the story and quickly skip to the second-year middle school story.
I listen to everyone.
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