Paralysis Solves All Those Fancy Tricks
"That's right, Shinji, do your best, teach that show-off a lesson he won't forget."
Muneyoshi's words resonated with the thoughts of the Fudomine members at that moment. Wakato Hiroshi's deliberately affected and flamboyant manner just now reminded them of Atobe from the Hyotei Academy.
He was even more outstanding than Atobe of the Hyotei Academy.
After all, Atobe Hyotei Academy a powerful player with strong backing, and few can stop him from putting on an act.
But what makes Wakato Hiroshi stand out?
And so many girls liked him, which made the male spectators furious.
This has truly angered the public!
Looking at the two players on the field preparing to dictate the first move, Muneyoshi wasn't too worried about Ibu Shinji.
Muneyoshi had fought all of these people when they were in first grade; their skill levels varied greatly.
If it weren't for the coach's special relationship, he probably wouldn't have cared about this game at all.
Among the Jōsei Shōnan team, the strongest should be Kamishiro Reiji and Captain Kajimoto Takahisa.
However, despite being called the strongest, their combined strength is only at the level of the Kanto Tournament.
Not quite top-tier yet.
As for singles number three, Wakato Hiroshi, in Muneyoshi's memory, his strength probably hadn't even broken through the Kanto Tournament level when he was a third-year student.
The only thing worth mentioning is that the other party has a pretty good eye and ability to imitate.
Unfortunately, he only learned the basics and didn't delve into the essence. Instead, he thought he was very good and acted like a tennis star.
In the end, he was taught a lesson by Kaidou Kaoru.
On the court, Ibu Shinji lightly touched the net strings of his racket, showing no intention of shaking hands with his opponent, and his face remained expressionless.
However, when he glanced at the other person out of the corner of his eye, a chilling glint flashed in his eyes.
Hanamura Aoi looked at the two players in front of her, both of whom she had trained, without saying a word.
She didn't give any instructions to Ibu Shinji, but leaned against the coach's bench, lost in thought. After scanning the area several times, a soft murmur escaped her lips:
"Shinji, let everyone see the results of your evolution... Ruoren, if you still can't change these bad habits, then your tennis journey is probably over... Consider this my last lesson for you..."
"Next, we will begin the singles match number three, between Ibu Shinji of Fudomine Junior High and Wakato Hiroshi of the Jōsei Shōnan Academy."
Finding himself ignored, Wakato Hiroshi couldn't help but provoke him:
"Fudomine have three aces, like Keith and Tachibana Kippei? Why aren't they playing? Why are you being put in singles third?"
That's just how Wakato Hiroshi is. Because he's popular at school, he speaks in a very provocative way, which often makes people unhappy.
However, tennis in Kanagawa is Rikkai Dai, so his provocations are generally not taken Sanada by Sanada.
Because he had been disciplined by Sanada, he became more restrained in front of him.
However, things are different at the Kanto Tournament.
He doesn't believe all opponents are as freakish as Sanada.
"Your behavior just now seems to have angered many people, so I'll teach you a lesson on their behalf. I hope you'll still be this arrogant after the match."
Leaving behind a cold remark, Ibu Shinji glanced indifferently at Wakato Hiroshi before walking back to the service area.
Ibu Shinji begins his serve.
Since he was already prepared to teach his opponent a lesson, he didn't hold back at the start of the match.
They showcased the results of their recent intensive training.
After gently tapping the tennis ball and feeling its bounce, Shinji grabbed it.
He glanced at Wakato Hiroshi's position on the opposite side, then tossed the tennis ball into the air.
Take a step, bend your knees, raise your racket, and jump.
As the tennis ball reached its highest point and began to fall, Shinji suddenly swung his racket from a diagonal angle behind him, slicing the falling ball.
Bang!
The tennis ball, now freed from the racket, was spinning wildly as it hurtled towards Wakato Hiroshi's half of the court!
"This is..."
Muneyoshi patted Tachibana Kippei on the shoulder beside him and smiled faintly at Ibu Shinji in the arena.
During his recent intensive training, Muneyoshi asked Tachibana Kippei to give him pointers on his serving techniques.
Sidespin serve!
Muneyoshi thought he might not want to reveal it so quickly, but Ibu Shinji brought out this special technique right during his service game.
It's easy to imagine that at this moment, Shinji was completely convinced of his victory.
Bang!
The tennis ball bounced directly at the opponent's face after landing, startling Wakato Hiroshi, who hurriedly dodged.
"ACE, Ibu Shinji, 15-0."
The following balls were similar, and as Shinji continued to hit sidespin serves, it was clear that his control over the ball was getting better and better.
As the scene changed, Shinji passed by Wakato Hiroshi.
"So this is all you're capable of. Looks like my serve is still too difficult for you... I should have just given up. I thought the players from the Kanto Tournament would be stronger..."
After saying that, Shinji left.
Upon hearing Ibu Shinji's harsh words, Wakato Hiroshi's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Very well! Since you're as arrogant as Saeki Muneyoshi, then let me decide who your opponent will be first."
"I've got it! I think this one should be pretty good."
As he spoke, Wakato Hiroshi took a folded white baseball cap out of his pocket and tossed it high into the air.
Snap!
He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers across the court.
"Transform!"
"AII RIGHT..."
Seeing his action, the cheerleaders on the sidelines screamed and shouted out the last word for him, followed by another burst of loud cheers.
Wakato Hiroshi's previously frivolous gaze suddenly sharpened, and even his aura became more solid.
"Is this guy a clown? What's the point of his actions?"
Watching Wakato Hiroshi hitting the tennis ball on the service line, Kamio Akira couldn't help but comment.
However, Keith and Tachibana, who were more perceptive, showed a hint of surprise on their faces at that moment, as they sensed the change in the other party's aura.
Could this so-called transformation actually work?
They turned their gaze to Muneyoshi. His powerful foresight and familiarity with tennis had already established an image of Muneyoshi as someone who knew everything in the minds of the Fudomine members.
"Watch closely, and you'll soon find out what's going on." Saeki Muneyoshi didn't bother to correct his demeanor.
"If someone still doesn't understand that simply imitating the surface isn't enough, then their tennis journey truly comes to an end."
Hanamura Aoi crossed her right leg over her left, a hint of reluctance flashing across her face.
Although she is now the coach of Fudomine, Jōsei Shōnan is where her career began.
They were certainly serious about training the people of Jōsei Shōnan.
However, her initial contact, as well as the results of her exchanges and training with Muneyoshi, Tachibana, Keith, and others at Fudomine, made her realize...
A person's natural talent truly determines their ceiling, although perfect nurturing can bring out their full potential.
But what's really unfair is that a person's potential is actually determined from the very beginning.
Hanamura Aoi lowered her eyelids, her expression constantly shifting. If she hadn't come into contact with Muneyoshi and his group of geniuses, and hadn't understood their terrifying talents...
I'm afraid this will develop into a cognitive impairment in the future.
Therefore, having figured this out, Hanamura Aoi was truly grateful to Saeki Muneyoshi.
Swish!
The tennis ball was tossed into the air, Wakato Hiroshi swung his racket and pulled it quickly from behind to his side.
Bang!
A powerful Aerial High Volley hurtled down from the sky.
Upon seeing this, Ibu Shinji raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Aerial High Volley?"
A sneer played on his lips. He was all too familiar with this serve; it was the most basic serve Muneyoshi had taught him during training.
Compared to Saeki Muneyoshi's Aerial High Volley, Wakato Hiroshi's move is far inferior.
Amidst the turmoil of his thoughts, Shinji's body leaped out in an instant.
Bang!
The moment the tennis ball bounced off the ground, a Topspin was returned.
"So fast!"
Wakato Hiroshi's narrow eyes narrowed, and he became completely serious, not daring to be careless in the slightest.
Tap tap tap!
His steps were quite steady. After closing in on the tennis ball, he held the racket with both hands and pulled it back with a wide-angle backhand.
Bang!
He pulled the tennis ball back diagonally.
This is the move he's imitating—the ability of Hewitt, a professional player from a long time ago.
Large forehand strokes, and backhand strokes with both hands holding the racket.
And... the strength to save any ball.
However, this ability applies to professional player Hewitt himself.
Wakato Hiroshi is just a figurehead, then Ibu Shinji didn't pay any attention to his opponent's movements, quickly caught up and returned the ball with another backspin shot.
Thus, from the start of the match until now, Ibu Shinji's returns have been constantly alternating between Topspin and backspin, even when he has the opportunity to smash and score.
Even though Wakato Hiroshi once again imitated the tennis styles of Sampras, Agassi, Ivani Sevic, Kuerten, and others, Ibu Shinji stubbornly continued to play his own style of tennis.
Second game.
Third game.
Bang!
In the sixth game, Ibu Shinji flicked his wrist, and his racket traced an arc in the air as another backspin ball flew towards Wakato Hiroshi.
"Hateful!"
After losing points in a row, even imitation failed to give him the upper hand Wakato Hiroshi let out a roar.
If he still hadn't realized by now that Ibu Shinji was completely toying with him, then he was far too oblivious.
Each of his counterattacks was launched from a different angle and in a different direction.
But Ibu Shinji hit the tennis ball to the same spot every time!
However, just as he was about to transform again to fight, the usually indifferent Shinji suddenly smiled.
"Finish!"
As soon as he finished speaking, just as the tennis ball hit the ground, Wakato Hiroshi tried to return the shot, he found that he couldn't muster any strength in his arm.
"I can't move my hand, my arm!"
Bang!
The tennis ball flew right past Wakato Hiroshi and hit the iron net!
"Fudomine Ibu Shinji scores, score 4-2!"
"You brat, what have you done!"
Wakato Hiroshi didn't know exactly what had happened to him, he knew that the sudden numbness in his arm was definitely the work of this kid in front of him.
"Game Fudomine wins, score 6-2!"
"Your so-called imitation is all flashy and impractical. If the people you imitate are only as strong as you, then I, Ibu Shinji, can completely subdue them!!"
After saying that, Shinji left without looking back.
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