With the constant passing of the number of balls, it finally came to the number of **** predicted by Fujisuke.

"The phoenix is ​​still in its nest!"

"It's really you! No two." Yukimura Jingshi stared at the phoenix returning to the nest that flickered toward him. "However, this is the deciding goal!"

"Boom!"

Seiichi Yukimura waved the racket in his hand strongly towards Fenghuang Hanchao.

boom!

Accompanied by a piercing sound, Yukimura Seiichi's counterattack was like a real silver arrow that hunted down demons, and it shot Fujisuke directly.

"Yukimura Seiki scored in the Tachikai University School, and the score was ahead of the Youth Academy!" the referee announced.

In the next two rounds, neither the unicorn of Fuji Zhousuke nor the mayflies were able to withstand the attack of Seiichi Komura.

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As Komura Seiichi turned the score into pressure and came to Fujisuke's side, as long as Komura Seiichi scored another point, Komura Seiichi could win the first game.

"Fuji!" Eiji Kikumaru looked worriedly at Fujisuke in the field.

"Yukimura, the wind is blowing..." The ice blue eyes of Fujisuke in the field stared at Seiichi Komura closely.

"Really? No, the end of this game is doomed. You can't be my opponent." Although Seiichi Komura didn't know why he said such a sentence without Er Zhousuke, it did not hinder him. Yukimura Seiichi continued to put pressure on Fujisuke.

"Boom!"

Fu Zhousuke's arm raised, the racket suddenly swung out, and the tennis ball flew towards Yukimura Seiichi like a gust of wind.

A cold light flashed in Yukimura Seiichi's eyes, and his eyes had already locked on the trajectory of the second week to help serve.

Seiichi Komura held the racket tightly, and when the tennis rebounded, his body suddenly twisted, and the racket in his hand swung out at an extraordinary speed!

boom!

As the racket hit the tennis ball, the tennis ball wrapped in the air flow quickly rushed towards the second week, cutting through the sky, bursting with roars.

"Bailong!" Facing the rushing tennis ball, the racket in Buer Zhou's assistant brought an afterimage in the air.

The current Fujisuke is like a swordsman with the title of Smiling, with a sharp edge.

With the help of the wind, the white dragon suddenly slashed towards Yukimura Jingshi like a sword energy that rushed straight into the sky.

boom!

The sword light flicked across and directly cut off the halftime where Seiichi Yukimura was located.

"Youth Academy Fujisuke scores, is the power of the scoring wind?" Yukimura Seiichi murmured while looking at Fujisuke. Now Yukimura Seiichi finally understands why he didn't say this to himself before the second week of help.

Rather than the name of a smiling swordsman, Fujisuke who can use the power of the wind is more appropriate to call it the Hayate Swordsman.

Many of the skills of Bu Er Zhou Zhu are using the power of the wind.

"However, if only this is the case, that's not enough! No two!" A golden light burst out from Komura Seiichi's body. After the limit of his brilliance, Komura Seiichi opened another state of selflessness. The door door.

"Is it the limit of tempering and the limit of brilliance?" A faint smile appeared on Fujisuke's face. "Let me see what is the difference between you Yukimura and Tezuka's selfless state!"

There is no shortage of Fujisuke and Tezuka Kunomitsu who has also opened the limit of tempering and the limit of talent. Facing Seiichi Komura, Fujisuke's heart is just meaningless warfare.

Bu Er Zhou Zhu's body exudes an incomparable aura, like a sharp holy sword of wind, rushing straight into the sky.

The power of the wind gathered on Fuji Zhousuke's arm, and the racket turned into a sharp blade, slashing out with one sword.

Bang!

The tennis ball carrying the sword intent of the wind whipped up a gust of wind and slashed straight towards Yukimura Seiichi!

"Experience the feeling of despair! Fuji!" The golden light instantly condensed on Komura Seiichi's arm, and the racket in his hand brought a huge air current to Fuji Zhousuke's amazing slash. Waved past.

boom!

Following Yukimura Seiichi’s heavy counterattack, Komura Seiichi’s devastating blow directly destroyed Fujisuke’s slash, and the tennis ball immediately blasted toward Fujitsu.

"Xing Hua Huo!"

The power of the storm once again gathered on Fujisuke's racket, and it collided heavily with Yukimura Seiichi's return.

The sound of the collision between the racket and the tennis ball resounded throughout the venue. The tennis ball flew straight up to the sky and flew towards Yukimura Sei with an erratic path. It was brought by the wind blowing through the venue. The irregular rotation.

"It's useless, no two, I have foreseen your ball!" Yukimura's feet lightly jumped ~lightnovelpub.net~ with a simple wave of his arm.

Bang!

Komura Seiichi’s racket accurately focused on Fujitsu's Xinghuahuo. In the face of the limit of his talent, Xinghuahuo's weird ball path was of no use at all.

After getting back a point in the second week, the situation on the court was once again in trouble.

"If you can't crack the limit of Yukimura's radiant talents, there is no chance of winning for Fuji." Looking at Fujisuke in the field, Takeba Hanyu said in a deep voice. "And the longer this round is delayed, the worse it will be for Fuji!"

"Yukimura's five senses?" Tezuka Kunomi also understood the meaning of Hanyu Bamboo Leaf.

"Seiichi Yukimura from the Tatekai University High School scored. After a lot of hard work, Seiichi Komura took the lead in the match point.

"You have to break the limit of Yukimura's talents, otherwise I will lose the game!" Fujisuke's eyes fixed on Yukimura Seiichi, and Fujisuke now finally understands that Chitose Chisato was right. Feel on your own. "It seems I can only try it."

When I thought of this, I helped a toss to hit the tennis ball.

"Keep on struggling! No two!" Komura Seiichi's figure flashed and suddenly appeared in front of the tennis ball. A backhand slam knocked the tennis ball back.

"What?" When Yukimura Seiichi fought back, Yukimura Seiichi suddenly realized that Fujisuke had closed his eyes.

"It's really interesting, is it a counterattack based on intuition and memory?" The corner of Seiichi Komura's mouth, who hadn't predicted Fujisuke's ball path, raised slightly.

"However, just relying on intuition and memory, how many **** can you hit me back? No two!" After a burst of shouts from Komura Seiichi's mouth, there was another powerful swing that swept the ball. Hit back.