Tennis: One-on-one with the villain master, Kaido starts

After hearing the three coaches' comments on Chiba Masao, Mifune Nyudo was shocked. He really didn't expect that the 16-year-old boy on the court.

is a legend!

Mifune Nyudo's mind changed!

This time, no matter what!

After the game, he will tie Chiba Masao and the three coaches back to the U17 base.

In the stadium, Morishita was sitting in the audience.

Looking at Chiba Masao who was relaxed on the court, his heart was suddenly tightened.

"I hope God blesses!"

"Brother Chiba, you must bless Masao in heaven!"

At the same time, in a corner of the stadium, a middle-aged uncle wearing sunglasses and a mask sat in a corner of the audience with a little boy wearing a baseball cap.

The two were Nanjiro Echizen and Ryoma Echizen who were well disguised.

"Dad, is the young man on the court that everyone is mocking the owner of the Chiba gym you mentioned?"

"I don't think he's as good as you say!"

Echizen Ryoma carefully looked at Chiba Masao standing on the court. He had an ordinary face and an ordinary figure, and looked very ordinary.

"You said he's about the same as you? You're not framing me, are you?"

A week ago, Echizen Ryoma heard from his father, Echizen Nanjiro, that there was a sixteen-year-old tennis gym owner.

The other party's tennis skills are as strong as my father's!

What an international joke!

Do you think I'm a fool?

Echizen Ryoma certainly didn't believe what his father said. There was no need to brag so much to motivate himself!

Although he often complained about this old and dishonest father, he admired his tennis skills from the bottom of his heart!

Strong!

So strong that he never scored a point from the opponent!

'Bang——'

Nanjiro shouted and gave Ryoma a head bang.

"Stinky brat! How many times have I told you not to judge a person by his appearance!"

"You conclude that he has no ability just because of rumors from others. Is your vision so narrow?"

"Look at the people standing in the waiting area for Chiba Masao!"

Following the direction of Nanjiro's finger, Ryoma saw Mifune Nyudo and others.

"That weird old man holding the wine gourd is the head coach of the U17 training base in Japan. The tennis players in that base are the most talented tennis players in Japan."

"His status in the Japanese tennis world is unimaginable."

"Such a person also lowered himself to find Chiba Masao after listening to my description of Chiba Masao."

After hearing his father's words, Ryoma pouted in anger.

"Wait until he plays! How can people believe something that they haven't seen with their own eyes!"

Little Ryoma's heart was very complicated. Chiba Masao's divisive reputation made it difficult for him to believe this guy, but he also had some expectations in his heart.

At the age of sixteen, he has the strength of his father!

Awesome!

‘Toot--’

The whistle announcing the start of the game sounded, and the noisy venue instantly quieted down. The players from both sides of the game came to the net to guess the first move before the game.

Hayata Wenjing and Chiba Masao stood in front of the net, looking at each other unkindly.

“Nephew! After this game, your Chiba Arena should be closed.”

“Apologize to your uncle, and I will let you play in the game later!”

Hayata’s tone was contemptuous, and his eyes showed a hint of ferocity. He clenched his right fist, and couldn’t wait to face the highly anticipated situation he had set up.

Give this kid in front of him a little blow from a professional player!

Chiba ignored Hayata Wenjing’s words and looked at the referee.

“Guess the first move!”

The referee, who was ready to watch the two tear each other apart, was stunned at first, and then spoke.

“Okay, okay!”

Chiba Masao: Words.

Hayata Wenjing: Flowers.

‘Snap——’

The coin was thrown high up, and the referee suddenly buckled it as it fell.

“Flower! Hayata Wenjing serves first.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chiba Masao turned around and walked towards the serving baseline. He ignored Hayata Wenjing’s behavior, which aroused Hayata’s hatred.

He had no face in front of the referee!

“Okay, okay! Chiba Masao, you wait!”

Hayata tightly grasped the racket in his hand, with a ferocious face, and walked towards the serving baseline.

The game officially began!

Hayata Wenjing stood at the serving baseline, staring at Chiba Masao who was relaxed on the opposite side with resentful eyes, and threw the tennis ball in his hand high up.

“Chiba Masao, let me show you the strength of a professional player!”

As the tennis ball flew into the air, Hayata Wenjing’s momentum suddenly increased, and a hot air wave swept from his body.

The fiery red air wave hovered around Hayata Wenjing, the air waves gathered little by little behind Hayata Wenjing.

Formed a huge bird burning with flames!

"Another dimension - Flamingo!"

Even though Hayata Wenjing is the last among professional players, his strength is not comparable to that of ordinary tennis players.

The flamingo flapping its wings behind him is the best proof of his strength!

The moment the other dimension appeared, the whole stadium was instantly boiling.

The owners of the gyms with good strength started to discuss.

"Hayata Wenjing is still a bit good! This strength must be at least world-class!"

"I think he is a bit bullying! He has to use the other dimension for the first ball."

"I saw it with my own eyes. Chiba Masao didn't even serve standard last year. This Hayata is really cruel!"

There are many people in the court who admire Hayata's strength and mock Chiba Danku. Among these people, there is a middle-aged uncle with a worried face and dim eyes.

Morishita stared at the impressive Hayata Wenjing, his heart was in his throat!

He stood up suddenly and shouted anxiously to Chiba in the court.

"Chiba, don't take this ball!"

"Don't!"

In the cognition of all the gym owners present, including Morishita, they all knew that even if Chiba Masao was a genius, it would be impossible for him to reach world-class strength in one year.

The strength of tennis players is extremely strict!

No-string, regional level, and major tournament level!

These three levels are basically the best level a tennis enthusiast can achieve in his lifetime.

It is not until the Kanto level that you can barely be considered a tennis player.

After that, the national level, half-world level, and world level.

It is the real entry into the door of tennis and entering a whole new realm.

When you cross one threshold after another and stand on the stage of the professional arena, you will find that there are so many powerful tennis players in the world.

Some players, you can only look up to them in your life!

In everyone's opinion, Hayata Wenjing wanted to destroy Chiba Masao on the court.

What a ruthless player!

Morishita now wanted to rush to the center of the court to block this ball for Chiba.

If Chiba took it rashly, and something happened, how could he face his big brother, Chiba's father again.

'Bang——'

Hayata Wenjing jumped up and swung the racket fiercely. The flamingo behind him spit out a long flame along with the flying tennis ball and flew towards Chiba Masao.

"Flame Breath!"

Hayata Wenjing's serve trick, the high-speed flying tennis ball rubbed against the air, burning a hot flame on the surface of the tennis ball, like a red-hot iron block, flashing a fiery red light.

Looking at his amazing serve, Hayata Wenjing smiled with satisfaction.

"I'm still as good as ever! Chiba Masao, let's see how you defend!"

Hayata looked like he had Chiba in his hands. He stared at Chiba Masao's face, wanting to see a look of fear on his opponent's face.

To satisfy his twisted heart.

Until the tennis ball was about to fly in front of Chiba Masao, Hayata didn't see the expression on the other side change at all.

Instead, he saw Chiba Masao's eyes blinking twice.

The black pupils turned dark red, and a black windmill pattern slowly turned in the pupils!

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