The Prince of Tennis: Destroying Akutsu at the start

"What kind of pose is that!"

Tachibana Yoshihira's face was solemn, and in his eyes, Kimura Tsukasa suddenly became strange and dangerous.

"That posture seems to be! Ancient martial arts—Izumo?"

Chitose Qianli's gaze was full of scrutiny, and he saw the origin of Kimura Division's gesture.

Martial arts tennis?
On the court, Tezuka crouched on the baseline near the left corner. As Kimura Tsukasa's opponent at the moment, he naturally felt the deepest.

Tezuka had to dedicate part of his energy to contend with Kimura Tsukasa's aura that kept rushing towards him like a tide.

Strength!
Kimura Division's grasp of momentum can already be used in attacks.

Swish!
The tennis ball was thrown upwards, and the racket in Kimura Tsukasa's hand was snapped down.

boom!
The thunderous sound of hitting the ball shocked many people, and a golden light pierced the sky and rushed into the bottom corner at Tezuka's feet in an instant.

"So fast!"

Shinobu Yushi's face was a little moved, even he didn't see the ball clearly.

Obviously, Kimura Secretary made an effort.

The vast majority of people present did not see the shadow of the ball clearly, but Tezuka would definitely not be among these people.

The figure of Tezuka came to the corner of the bottom line in a few turns, bent his knees and lowered his center of gravity, flicked his wrist and pressed the racket, and pushed and pulled the ball out after removing the heavy force of the ball.

Drop the ball!
The semi-large parabola vacated from the bottom corner and hung down at half court.

If there is no accident, the ball will hang directly at the intersection of Kimura Division's left front field and the boundary.

Ancient Martial Arts-Shrinking the Ground!
When Kimura took a step, he actually crossed half of the court. Many people found that Kimura had already reached the net in the blink of an eye.

"hiss!"

The sound of gasping for air continued on and on, and everyone was surprised by the speed at which Kimura Secretary surfed the Internet.

boom!
With a flick of Kimura's wrist, a huge parabola rose from his racket.

The lob shot rose from the net, was affected by gravity and spin, and slammed across the middle of the midfield, aiming for the corner of Tezuka's flank.

Huh!
Huh!
Huh!
The white cyclone reappeared beside Tezuka, and many young girls screamed for the flying skirts and the broken hair on the forehead.

It is undeniable that the iceberg-like Tezuka is extraordinarily attractive.

boom!
Using the field to draw the ball behind him, Tezuka made a backhand swipe. This swipe flew over the net at an extremely fast speed, and when it bounced off, it was accelerated twice under the effect of rotation.

If this ball was caught by ordinary people, it would definitely be impossible for ordinary people to catch up with, but how could it be that ordinary people could not compare with Kimura Si.

Ancient Martial Arts-Shrinking the Ground!
So close to the end of the world, one step at a time.

Kimura Division also caught up with the tennis ball with one step, and jumped up with his arms stretched like a roc spreading its wings.

Ancient Martial Arts-Eagle Strike!

boom!
The eagle hit the sky, and the tennis ball crashing down from mid-air set off a terrifying air wave.

Tezuka's pupils narrowed slightly, and he vaguely saw an eagle swooping towards him, its sharp claws and beak glowing like metal.

"What a terrifying kill!"

Tezuka immediately made a judgment, the power of this ball may be extraordinary.

hum!
With a low cry, the milky white aura suddenly appeared from Tezuka's body, circling from the soles of his feet, swimming all over his body, and finally merged into his left hand.

In an instant, a burst of colorful light shone across the audience.

"This is! This is!"

Chitose Qianli stood up directly from his seat, and a milky white aura also emerged from his body.

"Chitose!"

Tachibana Jiping looked at his friend in shock. You must know that his friend is the calmest person in Shizile Middle School on weekdays.

Chitose, who had never changed his face before Taishan collapsed, turned out so groggy now, is it because of Tezuka's aura that Tachibana Yoshihira felt a little familiar with just now?

"Is that the realm of no-self?"

Tachibana Yoshihei looked at Chitose who had calmed down and asked.

"The realm of selflessness? That is one of the three gates of selflessness, the limit of thousands of trials!"

Qiantui Qianli's voice is very firm, he will not admit his mistake.

As the most devout believer in selflessness, Chitose Qianli has been walking on the road of exploring selflessness since he came into contact with the realm of selflessness.

Unexpectedly, he did not expect that he would see the power he dreamed of in a peer.

Three doors without me!
Tezuka Kunimitsu!

In Chitose Chisato's heart, Tezuka's weight surpassed that of Kimura Tsukasa at once. For Chitose, there is nothing that attracts him more than no self.

boom!
With his left hand condensed and tempered, Tezuka brazenly swung the racket in his hand against the smash ball dropped by Tsukasa Kimura, and a loud sound wave shook the dust and gravel beside Tezuka.

The audience in the frontcourt couldn't help covering their ears, it was really uncomfortable.

The roaring tennis ball rubbed against the air like a fireball, and the fluff on the surface had already sparked sparks in the friction with the air.

Kimura Division's eyes were serious. This was a double-strike shot that had been honed through hard work, and even he had to be careful about it.

"Four Gods Performing Martial Arts-Xuanwu!"

Kimura Si let out a low cry, and the aura on his body suddenly condensed like a mountain.

boom!
Billowing smoke and dust were everywhere, and the diffuse white mist instantly obscured the sight of everyone present.

"What happened!"

"What's up! Who wins!"

"Is this still a competition for junior high school students?!"

The audience exploded, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the stadium shrouded in white smoke, waiting for the moment when the mystery was revealed.

The summer wind is blowing, and the smoke and dust gradually dissipate.

"Oh oh oh!"

"Yamabuki! Yamabuki!"

There was a burst of cheers for Shanbuki and for Kimura Division at the scene.

In everyone's sight, a mustard yellow ball was lying quietly in Tezuka's frontcourt.

"Game, Tsukasa Kimura of Yamabuki Middle School, 15:15."

The referee took a deep breath. It was the first time he felt that the job of tennis referee was so dangerous after so many years of practice.

Kimura Division's chest rose and fell slightly, even he had spent a lot of effort on that ball just now.

Tezuka, who was not injured in the first grade and has undergone several months of hard training, is simply incomprehensible, in the realm of selflessness, the limit of hard work, zero-style short ball, and Tezuka's domain.

Tezuka's tennis system has been established by himself. This 12-year-old boy has already done things that many professional players cannot do.

However, the stronger Tezuka is, the stronger the sense of satisfaction that defeating such a Tezuka will bring to Kimura.

"Let's fight, Tezuka!"

Kimura Si shouted loudly, and after a low cry, a white light shot out from his hand.