0p0 Chapter 169: Imitating a Superstar, Sanada Genichirō's Shiranui
Chapter 169: Imitating a Superstar, Sanada Genichirō's Shiranui
Not long.
Hiroshi Wakato and Genichirō Sanada arrived at the court one after another.
just.
The former's eyes were almost bloodshot at this moment.
At this moment, he was staring at Genichirō Sanada fiercely.
It was as if he wanted to eat the other person's flesh, suck his blood, break his bones, and suck his marrow.
After all, in his opinion, Kitagawa was like a villain hiding behind Genichirō Sanada.
And Genichirō Sanada seems like a hypocrite who encourages villains.
"asshole!!!"
"They actually turned my personal guards against me."
"You guys at Rikkai University are really disgusting!"
next moment.
As the two walked to the front of the net, Wakato Hiroshi, who no longer heard the cheers and shouts of the past, said something with gritted teeth.
"..."
After looking at Wakato Hiroshi, Sanada Genichirō shook his head.
He turned and looked at the referee on the podium.
Now Wakato Hiroshi is completely blinded by jealousy, and even feels cynical.
He thinks that everyone is targeting him.
Genichirō Sanada had no intention of wasting any more words with this kind of opponent.
"The first round of the Kanto Tournament, the third game, singles three matches."
"Sanada Genichirō from the Rikkai University Affiliated Junior High School team VS Wakato Hiroshi from the Johsei Shonan team."
"Player Wakato Hiroshi is serving."
"Game start!"
Although he did not like Ruo Renhong's words and expression, he was an experienced referee after all.
He completed the guessing game without any expression on his face.
After the whistle sounded.
Wakato Hiroshi took a deep breath.
Then he took out a hat from his pocket and threw it directly into the air.
The moment the hat falls and is placed on the head.
His eyes grew sharper.
"Transform!"
After these two words "Twenty Feet" fell.
Wakato Hiroshi's entire temperament changed.
One can't help but think of one of the world's top professional tennis players - Taylor Dent.
He is a serve-and-volley player known as a tennis heavy hitter.
He has excellent serving skills and keen sense at the net that are highly regarded by the world.
职业生涯战绩为151胜140负，单打最高排名为第21位，获得4个巡回赛单打冠军，大满贯最佳战绩为2003年美网和2005年温网第四轮。
He once set a record for fastest serve at Wimbledon at 238 km/h.
"Welcome to destruction!"
Ruoren Hong snorted coldly with a sinister look on his face.
The next step is to prepare to serve.
next moment.
The tennis ball was thrown into the air.
As his eyes focused, he leaped up and attacked fiercely.
Heavy artillery serves!
boom!
Followed by a crisp crashing sound.
The tennis ball seemed to have gained huge kinetic energy and shot out in an instant.
Tread!
Tsk!
call!
Amidst a series of sounds and dust.
Genichirō Sanada appeared in everyone's sight like an emperor.
The racket held in both hands was swung out fiercely like a sword strike.
"If it's just like this."
"So you're just pretending—"
"Weak."
next moment.
boom!
The racket in Genichirō Sanada's hand also collided with the tennis ball that was flying towards him.
All of a sudden.
Countless lightning bolts burst out from the point of contact between the two.
The deep blue instantly became the main color of the stadium.
Amidst the crackling sounds.
The emperor's conquest has begun!
"Move like thunder!"
It's sizzling!
call out!
In the blink of an eye.
A flash of lightning flashed out directly.
The speed is so fast that it makes your scalp tingle.
And at this moment.
Hiroshi Wakato, imitating serve-and-volley player Tyler Dent, danced in front of the net like a clown.
Not only did he fail to return the ball, but he also got a mouthful of dust.
It was as if a flash of lightning passed by him.
It makes people feel scared.
boom! ! !
All of a sudden.
A huge roar sounded behind him.
The violent dust, smoke, air waves and shock waves hit the back of Wakato Hiroshi who had landed on the ground like a huge wave.
He staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"How...is this possible?!"
Finally steadying himself, he looked back.
A shocking deep pit came into view.
My originally indignant heart felt as if it had fallen directly into an ice cave.
Feelings of trembling and fear gradually grew.
Even at that moment, Ruorenhong was glad that the racket in his hand did not hit the tennis ball.
"If you apologize now."
"There's still time..."
Looking at Wakato Hiro with a domineering gaze, Sanada Genichirō said solemnly.
After all, Beichuan said it from the beginning.
We need a grand opening ceremony to showcase the majesty of Rikkai University.
of course.
Now it can also be seen as Sanada Genichirō's strategy of using courtesy before force.
"apologize?"
"Why should I apologize?"
"I just don't like that guy, I just don't like you guys at Rikkai University!"
Wakato Hiroshi, who had calmed down a little, after hearing this.
The whole person was furious.
He suddenly jumped up and started serving the ball.
The tennis ball that left the racket was like a cannonball fired from a gun.
With overwhelming power, it shot towards the opposite side at an extremely fast speed.
In his opinion, it was Kitagawa who stole the attention of Hanamura Aoi, who should have belonged to the Johshin Shonan people.
Now he has to apologize.
It's just too much bullying.
There was just one thing that Ruoren Hiroshi and Cheng Cheng Xiangnan all subconsciously overlooked.
That is, Kitagawa never had any contact with Aoi Hanamura from beginning to end.
Instead, it was Aoi Hanamura who paid attention to the other person on her own initiative.
"In that case."
"So--"
"I will attack with all my strength!"
Swish!
boom!
All of a sudden.
A dark red aura rose directly into the sky.
Then, it began to spin rapidly around Genichirō Sanada like a wave of air.
Bright eyes, with a domineering look faintly visible in them.
Without changing his expression, Genichirō Sanada rushed quickly to the front left.
Tsk!
tread!
He leaped quickly and swung the racket in his hand to smash the ball.
For a moment, it seemed as if endless flames erupted in all directions with the point of collision between the racket and the tennis ball as the center.
The black and red air waves rolled up silver-white flames.
It looks beautiful, but it is actually full of murderous intent.
"Shiranui!"
boom!
Followed by a loud crashing sound.
The tennis ball that left the racket seemed to disappear.
And at the same time.
It seemed as if fire was raining from the sky.
"Um?!"
With a slightly frown and a vigilant look on his face, Wakato Hiroshi quickly searched for the tennis ball.
But when he suddenly turned around.
A flash of fire passed by.
The white baseball cap on his head flew straight into the sky.
The tennis ball was firmly embedded in the concrete of the stands.