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

The next moment!

Chiba Masao stood straight in place, the black windmill in his eyes turned quickly, and a powerful spiritual power rushed out of his body.

It turned into a sharp sword and went straight through the tennis ball, extinguishing the blazing flames on the tennis ball.

The tennis ball without the blessing of the flame was like an eggplant hit by frost. It lost its momentum before it flew to Chiba!

The sharp sword materialized by the spiritual power continued to fly towards Hayata Wenjing.

When the sharp sword pierced his brain, Hayata Wenjing felt a flash of light in front of his eyes, and he lost consciousness in an instant!

"Betsuamatsukami!"

Chiba whispered lightly, and the racket in his hand swung out.

'Bang——'

The tennis ball that left the racket was like a meteor, crossing the sky, the light of 'Betsuamatsukami' shone, and Hayata Wenjing's consciousness was rewritten at this moment.

The tennis ball hit the ground heavily at the feet of Hayata Wenjing, and the ground was shaking. For a moment, smoke and dust were everywhere!

"GAME! Chiba Masao scored, 15:0."

The referee blew the whistle and announced the score!

Then the audience was boiling, like a boiling pot, bursts of exclamations came out.

Just now!

Everything that happened!

Let these audiences who once questioned and ridiculed Chiba Masao feel like a fishbone stuck in their throats and couldn't speak.

'Pa pa pa——'

It was really a crazy slap in the face!

They even felt that they hadn't woken up yet and were still in a dream!

"I wasn't dreaming just now!"

A thick-browed coach who knew Chiba and Hayata in the audience rubbed his eyes fiercely, and couldn't believe the game he saw.

'Pa——'

A slap flew from his side and hit him in the face.

"It hurts! Brother Morishita, what are you doing?" The thick-browed coach covered his cheek in pain.

"I'm not dreaming! If I slap you, it will hurt!"

"That boy Masao really knows how to play tennis!"

"He really knows how to play!"

Morishita stood up suddenly, not noticing the resentful look of the thick-browed coach.

At this moment! His eyes were filled with tears!

Bean-sized tears flowed from his eyes, and he kept muttering.

"Brother Chiba, did you see it! That stinky boy Masao actually knows how to play tennis!"

"Chiba Stadium is saved!"

"You and your sister-in-law will be relieved in heaven!"

If in this world, apart from Chiba's deceased family members, only this uncle Morishita would care about little Chiba.

Chiba's father's funeral, as well as the assets and debts of the Chiba family, were all supported by him.

Seeing Chiba's outstanding tennis skills and supporting the Chiba Arena, Morishita's death is worth it now.

Then, in the audience, another arena coach also stood up.

"Chiba kid! I didn't expect you to really play tennis!"

"Good job!"

Then one, two, three, more and more coaches and tennis players in the Tokyo tennis world who knew Chiba Masao stood up.

All of them were amazed at the style of Chiba Masao's shot!

The third-generation head of the Chiba family who had been a playboy for three years in their Tokyo tennis world and clamored for five years that he didn't want to learn tennis.

He actually relied on his own strength to hit back the other-dimensional ball of Hayata Wenjing, a retired tennis player.

All the tennis people in the Tokyo tennis world present were a little sad.

As the saying goes!

A prodigal son who returns is more valuable than gold!

These people mocked and insulted Chiba Masao, and they were more disappointed with him and felt sorry for his grandfather and father.

How could such a good family have such a prodigal son!

But at this moment, all the past things didn't matter. Tennis players who knew Chiba Masao and had some connection with Chiba Arena stood up and cheered for Chiba Masao.

In the court!

The game was still going on. Chiba Masao looked at Hayata Wenjing, whose will was rewritten by his "Kotoamatsukami", and sneered.

"Hurry up and serve! Hayata Wenjing, what are you doing!"

Hayata Wenjing, who lost consciousness after being hit by "Kotoamatsukami", trembled violently, and his consciousness returned to his body with Chiba Masao's call.

However, when he opened his eyes and saw Chiba Masao again, he couldn't help but feel scared.

He didn't even dare to look into Chiba Masao's eyes!

"Hayata Wenjing, please hurry up and serve!"

At the urging of the referee, Hayata Wenjing took a deep breath and threw the tennis ball in his hand again.

Swing your arms and swing your racket!

'Bang——'

The serve hits the net!

When the tennis ball left the racket, it flew straight towards the net like a deflated ball, without a trace of vitality."What's going on!"

Hayata Wenjing's head buzzed, staring at the tennis ball that hit the net and fell to the ground, and his mind went blank.

"How could I make such a low-level mistake!"

He picked up the tennis ball in disbelief and continued to serve.

'Bang——'

The tennis ball hit the net again after being swung out!

Both sides made mistakes!

The referee blew the whistle and announced the score.

"GAME, Hayata Wenjing made two serve mistakes, Chiba Masao scored, 30:0."

Both sides made mistakes?

I am a retired professional tennis player, but I made such a low-level mistake on the court.

Hayata Wenjing felt as if his head was about to explode at this moment.

The discussion in his ears came like a tide, drowning him in an instant.

"This Hayata Wenjing is really going backwards!"

"Double serve mistakes, is this a tennis ball that a retired professional player can play?"

Hayata Wenjing picked up the tennis ball in disbelief and continued to serve.

One ball, two balls, three balls.

Mistakes!

Mistakes!

Mistakes again!

Until the end of Hayata Wenjing's serve, he didn't hit a single ball over the net!

'Boom——'

At the moment when the score was announced as 1:0, Hayata Wenjing's spirit collapsed. His knees softened and he knelt on the ground, staring at his shaking hands in astonishment.

The figure of Chiba Masao kept appearing in his mind. When he thought of him, Hayata's heart couldn't stop trembling!

It was fear!

It was fear!

"I can't tell the difference!"

"I can't tell the difference at all!"

"How could I feel afraid of Chiba Masao? How could it be possible!"

Under the dual pressure of psychology and spirit, Hayata Wenjing collapsed. He kept muttering in his mouth, completely ignoring the referee's shouts.

He just knelt on the ground and repeated those two sentences.

"I can't tell!"

"How can that kind of mentality be fear!"

"Hahaha - I'm actually afraid of Chiba Masao!"

"It's all fake!"

Chiba Masao looked at Hayata Wenjing, who was kneeling on the ground and was a little crazy, and the corners of his mouth rose, flashing a sneer.

"What a terrifying Kotoamatsukami!"

"Just rewriting the opponent's will to feel fear when seeing me, and the opponent's mental breakdown!"

The game ended with Hayata Wenjing's non-cooperation!

"Since Hayata Wenjing did not return to the arena to participate in the game, it is considered a forfeit, and the game is over!"

"Chiba Masao wins!"

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