boyutpedia Chapter 849: Is Kintaro easy to target?
Chapter 849: Is Kintaro easy to target?
Chapter 849: Is Kintaro easy to target?
Then he sighed deeply.
This sigh contains too much helplessness and powerlessness.
You know, light hitting the ball is not just an ordinary skill, it is a truly world-class stunt!
Its power is beyond people's imagination.
In comparison, although the 108-style wave ball that Ishida Gin is good at is also extremely powerful, it is still slightly inferior to the light ball.
After all, the power of light hitting the ball has reached an astonishing level.
Neither Kimute Nagashiro nor Tokugawa Kazuya were known for their strength. Faced with such a fierce and overwhelming attack, they were obviously caught off guard.
The ball of light was like a ferocious beast, pouncing towards them with its fangs and claws bared.
They are like a lone boat in a storm, which may be swallowed by the huge waves at any time.
"We have absolutely no way to deal with this trick!" Kide Nagashiro was extremely anxious.
Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead like beads that had broken off the string.
His heart beat rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.
His eyes were full of anxiety and helplessness.
He held the racket tightly with both hands, as if it was his last straw.
"If they can't break this move, then it will be almost impossible for Mu Shou and Tokugawa to win!"
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, exploding suddenly in the crowd and causing an uproar.
People looked at each other with expressions of disbelief on their faces, and began to whisper to each other.
"How can this be?"
"Is there no other way?"
"Mu Shou and Tokugawa are our hope!"
Various voices intertwined together, low and desperate, as if sentencing the game to death in advance.
Kenya Oshitari stood among the crowd, his brows tightly furrowed and his lips pressed into a straight line.
He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.
He clenched his teeth so tightly that they made a chattering sound, and secretly thought about how to deal with the situation.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He stared closely at the situation on the court and did not miss any details.
He watched and remembered every move and every shot of Mu Te and Tokugawa.
However, as time went by, Ken'ya Oshitari felt increasingly depressed.
He discovered that his opponent's light shot was too powerful, and although Kidou and Tokugawa tried their best, they still had difficulty breaking the move.
"However, even if they are lucky enough to break the light shot, I'm afraid they may not have other killer moves hidden behind them."
These words kept echoing in Ken'ya Oshitari's mind, making him feel even more depressed.
He knew very well that his opponent's strength was unfathomable. Even if he could break this move, there would probably be more difficulties waiting for Mu Shou and Tokugawa.
The outcome of this game seems to have become unclear.
For a moment, when many team members heard this, they stood there as if they were under a spell, looking at each other, no one spoke. Everyone's face seemed to be covered by a thick cloud, so solemn that it was almost impossible to breathe.
They frowned and racked their brains for a solution, but no matter how hard they racked their brains, their minds were still blank and they could not think of any effective solution.
The atmosphere in the entire stadium was extremely depressing, as if even the air had solidified, making people feel suffocated.
However, in this suffocating atmosphere, there was one person who stood out.
He is Ryoma Echizen. At this moment, he is standing in a corner of the court, forming a sharp contrast with other players.
There was still a confident smile on his face, as if he had already prepared for the game.
His eyes were calm and sharp, like an eagle's, and he seemed to have already seen through his opponent's moves.
He put his hands leisurely in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders casually, looking very relaxed, as if this game was just an ordinary practice match for him.
Then, he suddenly raised his voice and shouted to Tokugawa Kazuya and Kide Nagashiro: "What's the matter? Is this all you can do? This is just the beginning!"
His voice echoed in the court, with a hint of teasing and disdain, as if mocking his opponent's incompetence.
After saying this, he gently turned his wrist. The movement was as gentle as the breeze blowing across the lake, without causing the slightest ripple.
Then he moved his shoulders. This series of movements was natural and smooth, as if his body had already become one with this high-intensity exercise, without any awkwardness or incoordination.
At the same time, the racket in his hand seemed to be given life, flying nimbly in the air.
The friction between the racket and the air made a whistling sound, which lingered over the court for a long time, as if demonstrating to his opponents, telling them that he still had more strength that had not yet been fully demonstrated.
At this time on the court, Tokugawa Kazuya was already sweating profusely.
His clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his back, outlining his slightly tired but still upright figure.
His forehead and cheeks were covered with beads of sweat, which slid down his chin and dripped onto the court drop by drop, forming a small water stain.
Despite this, Tokugawa Kazuya's eyes never left Echizen Ryoma.
His eyes were like those of a sharp hawk, staring closely at Echizen Ryoma's every move, not missing any slight movement.
There was determination and concentration in his eyes, and he seemed to be completely immersed in this intense game and forgetful of everything around him.
He held the tennis ball tightly in his hand, as if it was the most important thing in his life, and he didn't dare to relax at all.
His fingers trembled slightly, revealing his inner anxiety and uneasiness.
The tennis ball was gently tapped in his hand from time to time, making a "bang bang" sound, as if he was relieving his inner tension through this mechanical movement.
His chest seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, rising and falling violently, and every breath seemed to be a desperate struggle with the tension in his heart.
His breathing became more and more rapid, as if the invisible hand was gradually tightening and suffocating him.
He clenched his teeth tightly, trying hard not to let his breathing be heard by the people around him, while also trying to calm his wildly beating heart.
His brain was like a high-speed computer, rapidly analyzing the situation before him.
His thoughts were as fast as lightning, and various possible responses flashed through his mind quickly.
He silently weighed the pros and cons of each strategy in his mind, trying to find the one that best suited the current situation.
His eyes scanned the entire tennis court quickly like lightning.
His eyes were like a sophisticated scanner, not missing any tiny corner.
He carefully observed his opponent's every move and every expression, trying to capture some useful information from them.
His eyes were like being drawn by a magnet, finally fixed firmly on Kintaro's energetic, bouncing body.
Kintaro was watching the situation on the field with excitement.
There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he was deeply attracted by the powerful strength displayed by Echizen Ryoma.
I saw Ryoma Echizen was like a fish in water on the court. Each of his shots was as fast and powerful as lightning, making it impossible for people to react.
"The light shot that Echizen Ryoma has mastered is too tricky and troublesome. It is almost impossible to deal with it head-on. It seems that we must find a way to bypass him."
Tokugawa Kazuya was thinking secretly in his heart, his brows were tightly furrowed, forming a deep "川" character.
He knew very well that with their current strength, they had almost no chance of winning against the light shot head-on.
"After all, this is a doubles match. If we keep focusing on Ryoma, we will only be in a passive situation. Perhaps we can shift our attention to that red-haired brat and try?"
Kimio Nagashiro stood up with difficulty while panting. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks and soaked his collar.
His voice was low and hoarse, revealing a hint of fatigue and helplessness, as if the game had exhausted all his physical strength and energy.
Although the match had only gone on for two rounds, Kide Nagashiro knew in his heart that Echizen Ryoma's strength was far beyond his expectations.
With his many years of competition experience and his eagle-like sharp intuition, Kimetsu Nagashiro deeply realized that at his current level, he could not withstand Echizen Ryoma's powerful light shot that was enough to destruct everything.
Every fight with Longma was like a life-and-death struggle with a ferocious beast. If he was not careful, he would be torn all over by Longma's powerful strength.
However, Nagashiro Kide was not discouraged by the current predicament.
On the contrary, an indomitable fighting spirit ignited in his heart.
He knew very well that in this game, only by constantly looking for the opponent's flaws could he have a chance to turn the situation around.
After careful consideration, Nagashiro Kide made a decisive decision - to change strategy and make a breakthrough on another opponent, Kintaro.
His eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed firmly on Kintaro, as if he wanted to see through his slightly immature appearance and penetrate his inner weakness.
There was a flash of determination in Kimura Nagashiro's eyes, a determination as hard as steel, as if he had made up his mind that no matter how difficult the game was, he would never give up easily!
His eyes were fixed on his opponent, as if he wanted to see through their eyes the fear and anxiety in their hearts.
At the same time, Tokugawa Kazuya was listening carefully to Kido's proposal.
He nodded slightly, indicating his agreement with Mu Shou's idea.
His eyes never left Kintaro, as if he was trying to find a breakthrough from the other party's every move.
Kintaro's various performances on the court flashed through his mind, and he carefully analyzed his strengths and weaknesses.
Although Kintaro is full of energy and passion, he is indeed slightly inferior in terms of competition experience and technical sophistication.
Tokugawa Kazuya secretly thought that if he could cleverly exploit Kintaro's weaknesses and launch targeted attacks, he might be able to break the current deadlock and win the game.
Thinking of this, Tokugawa Kazuya's spirits were lifted.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his grip, and held the racket tightly in his hand, as if it was the last bridge between him and victory.
He bent down slightly, stood with his feet apart, leaned forward, and stared at Kintaro intently, like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey at any time.
His eyes were like two bolts of lightning, piercing straight in the direction of Kintaro, as if he wanted to see through him.
That firm and sharp gaze seemed to be conveying an unambiguous message to Kintaro: Next, our target is you, and you have nowhere to escape!
Just as Tokugawa Kazuya and Kide Nagashiro were whispering about countermeasures, Echizen Ryoma, like a cheetah, keenly captured their intentions.
His eyes, which were already as deep as a lake, were now like a hawk, staring closely at Tokugawa Kazuya and Kide Nagashiro, not missing any of their subtle movements and expressions.
Suddenly, the corners of Ryoma Echizen's mouth slightly raised, revealing an imperceptible cunning smile.
That smile contained both contempt for the enemy and confidence in oneself.
His eyes were as sharp as torches, staring at Kintaro intently, with a hint of teasing in them, as if to say, "Just wait for us to defeat you!"
Then, Echizen Ryoma deliberately raised his voice and shouted to Kintaro: "Hey, Kintaro, you better be careful! They will definitely launch a fierce attack on you next, you have to be ready to take it! But no matter what tricks they use, we will never let them succeed, right?"
His voice echoed in the air with a provocative tone that made Kintaro stunned.
When Kintaro heard this, it seemed as if every cell in his body was ignited. He jumped up and down with excitement like a monkey on stimulants.
He waved his arms in the air, as if cheering or demonstrating to his opponent.
He opened his throat and responded at the top of his voice: "Of course, Longma! You can rest assured that I am here! No matter who you are, don't think of taking advantage of us! Come on, who is afraid of who!"
His voice echoed throughout the stadium, full of confidence and defiance.
The corners of Longma's mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile.
This smile is neither ostentatious nor arrogant, but rather a kind of confidence in one's own strength and anticipation for the game.
He slowly tightened the racket in his hand, feeling the fit between the racket and his palm, as if it were a part of his body.
His feet were slightly apart, maintaining a stable standing posture, his body slightly leaning forward, like a cheetah ready to pounce.
Each of his movements seemed so natural and smooth, without any stiffness or force, as if he had become one with the tennis court.