Chapter 117
"Damn. "
Akutsu's face changed drastically
Angry in the direction of the tennis ball...
The fish jumped away.
Racket.
Stretch as much as possible.
Got even closer to tennis.
The faces of the crowd were dumbfounded.
"It's useless. ".
Q.P said indifferently: "This ball is no longer a field that you can catch up with." "
Coach Retru.
His real nickname was Blue Bird.
And the blue bird will only fly higher and higher, flying to a height that no one can catch up.
Under the desperate gaze of Akutsuhito.
The ball.
It's getting farther and farther away from his racket.
It seems to be getting higher and higher.
It's as if it can't catch up anymore.
Rumble!!
Akutsu's eyes flickered.
A figure suddenly came out of "seven zero zero" and appeared in front of him.
Rumble!
Subsequently.
A terrifying hurricane.
Focus on one point.
Burst out.
In Akutsu's wide-eyed eyes.
The tennis ball is in front of the figure... Give it completely covered!
"Irie !!"
Q.P's calm expression changed dramatically in an instant, and a flash of shock flashed through him, and he couldn't help but let out a low roar.
"Heh..."
Irie, who caught the tennis ball, glanced at him, and suddenly waved his paddle with a chuckle.
Rumble!
Q.P's eyes widened again, only this time with a little more shock.
He's... I was not able to react to the batting of Sota Irie.
This is a feeling that the other party has not given him before.
And everyone also felt that the speed of the ball was faster than before.
"Do you mean ......?"
An extremely ridiculous thought arose in their hearts: "Before that, the Q.P under the god of tennis, couldn't force him to the limit?"
As soon as this thought came out.
Everyone looked at Irie in shock and fear.
And the score.
It also came to 15-0!
Rumble!
Rumble!
Q.P attacked Akutsuren against all odds, but was caught up by the first to arrive at the back of the river with a rapid attack, and he delivered the most powerful blow.
Score.
Soon it came.
“40-0!"
"End of the game!"
Rumble!
Rumble!
Irijiang is like thunder, constantly suppressing Q.P, Q.P, like a vague little green man, running the power of divine light to the extreme, however, it is just barely supporting his body and stepping on the bottom line.
"It's over. "
This time, everyone couldn't help but shake their heads, they thought that there was no suspense.
Rumble!
But at this time.
Q.P's bent body, which had been beaten, suddenly straightened up, like a spear, attracting everyone's attention.
His eyes became extremely sharp:
"Irie Sota, if you can fight back with this ball, then I have nothing to say at all!"
The words fell.
Q.P gives others a...
It's like the sea.
And he shot instantly.
The very center of the sea.
A whirlpool was formed.
"Boom-"
A ray of light.
Suddenly flew out of the Q.P racket.
Precisely.
The baptism of the whirlpool.
Everyone's eyes widened.
Especially the fans of Polk.
They all stood up excitedly.
"Yes. "
Unexpectedly, Q.P actually played Polk's whirlpool baptism. "
"This is a magic skill that crosses the ranks, and someone has analyzed that if you want to fight back perfectly, you must be strong enough to break down the supersonic reverse gyro on the tennis ball in an instant. "
"On top of that, it's enough grip strength to counteract the counterrotation, which completely violates the structure of the wrist. "
"It seems that some professional players have analyzed that it takes at least 300KG of gorilla weight to grip strength to achieve a frontal response. "
They talked a lot.
There was reverence for Polk's move in his eyes.
Camus and others are also full of solemnity.
It can be said that these two conditions.
It's not human-attainable!
Even so.
I can't do it in a flash.
If Q.P can continue using it.
There are many songs in the river.
Maybe you can only avoid it. ....
- Stomp Pedal Stomp Tread!!
Meanwhile.
Quite rhythmic, seemingly calm, hurried footsteps sounded.
Everyone looked sideways.
Irie Sota caught up with tennis unknowingly......
And lift the racket on your left hand.
The audience, Amadeus and others, Camus and others, Polk and others, and even Byodoin and others were holding their breath and staring, their eyes not blinking.
Yes.
Even the Neon team.
Everyone was quite concerned.
Because they understand Irie.
Counterpart.
Intended to base hard steel.
But the baptism of the whirlpool.
But it's not that the foundation is strong enough to fight back!
They were also curious about how the other side would fight back in the form of a foundation.
Swish!
Irie's racket suddenly drew an arc and attacked the shot that reversed the speed comparable to that of a storm.
The two collide together!
This last goal is won or lost.
Irie Sota...
vs the baptism of the strongest vortex in history!
Who is stronger and weaker?!
"Crashing together!"
The crowd stood up suddenly, and began to widen their eyes, and those who stood were breathing more rapidly, and their eyes suddenly widened.
Bang.
Irie swings the racket.
A lightning-fast 1.3 glow.
Rubbed past Q.P.
All eyes followed the eyes of Q.P, who looked confident but became sluggish, and the tennis ball that ricocheted from behind him.
Syllable!
Tennis, hitting the wall, and eventually... Dropped!
The sound of da-da was heard throughout the venue.
But the crowd, stiff, like a clay and wood sculpture.
His eyes were stunned and he looked at Irie Sotado.
What's going on?
The other party, is it a fight back?
The baptism of this vortex... It's fake, right?
Thoughts kept coming to their minds.
The gaze was mixed with incomprehensible shock.
stared at Irie Sotado.
There are many songs in the river.
Slowly look up.
The game is over.
....