Chapter 476 The Art of Tennis, an Insurmountable Mental Barrier

Bang!

"40-0!"

In the blink of an eye.

Fuji scored another point.

The bespectacled French team adviser George looked around, seemingly looking for traces of the tennis ball.

"Integrated into the wind?"

Outside the court, Camus, known as the "Tennis Revolutionary", looked at the young man with long brown hair in surprise: "A very genius idea, but Edgar should have seen through this trick."

Snap!

really.

When Fuji served for the fourth time, the French high school student with oil paint on his eyes acted quickly. His sharp eyes were fixed on a blank place.

Immediately, the racket was swung by, and the crisp sound of hitting the ball suddenly sounded.

"Hit!"

"As expected of Edgar!"

"The so-called genius of the Japanese team only supported three goals. However, being able to catch Edgar after losing points is enough for him to be proud of. Um?!"

But the next moment.

Fuji at the baseline struck again and hit a beautiful short ball. After the tennis ball hit the ground, it bounced slightly and rolled past the feet of the shocked George.

"Game!"

"Japanese team, 1-0, exchange positions!"

"This short ball."

Edgar's eyes changed.

The young man wearing glasses, George, also cast a sharp look. Obviously, they all felt the pressure brought by their opponents.

"George."

When changing positions, Delacroix turned his head and glanced at the boy next to him: "Do your own thing and leave the rest to me."

"Know."

The bespectacled boy George nodded repeatedly.

Bang!

Subsequently.

After he hit the tennis ball, he took the initiative to withdraw from the baseline and gave up the playing field to the opponent.

"oh?"

Seeing this, Qian couldn't help but be surprised: "You let high school students take action so soon?"

According to his experience, the tactics of various countries are to first let junior high school students test their opponents. Then, the high school students take action again to compete for the final victory.

But I didn't expect it.

When it came to the French team, it was the high school students who took action first.

"Does it mean that the other side's junior high school students are stronger?"

Liu expressed his guess, and the eyes of everyone around him suddenly changed. With the example of Ishikawa in front of them, they subconsciously felt that the possibility of this conjecture was very high.

Bang!

At this time.

Tezuka hit the tennis ball from the baseline.

"Well come."

Facing the incoming ball, Edgar perked up, raised his racket and hit it hard.

Bang!

The ball was powerful, fast and urgent, aimed directly at Fuji on the opposite side. Obviously, this is a challenge issued by Edgar on his own initiative.

"Oh."

In response, Fuji just smiled faintly. His racket tilted, and after quickly connecting with the tennis ball, he used the inclination and friction of the racket surface to quickly remove most of the power.

call!

The next moment.

The tennis ball flew back upside down.

The speed is so fast that it is even a few minutes faster than Edgar's bat.

"it's useless."

Momojo in the stands sneered: "Senior Fuji has fought against the two top power players of the Swiss team. This level of impact is not enough for him."

"It's really good."

Edgar on the field also nodded secretly.

The ball just now was just a test. Facts have proved that the opponent's adaptability is indeed very good. Moreover, the ball is handled very well and there is almost no fault to be found.

"Since you can't do it in terms of strength, then try this trick."

Edgar suddenly shot the ball in a volley manner, and the return ball was fast and urgent, with strong topspin. Tennis balls whizzed by, making many people's eyelids twitch wildly.

“This guy is very explosive.”

Tachibana's eyes narrowed.

"It's really strong."

Chitose nodded, but then he said: "However, he misjudged his opponent's strength."

Oh!

The words fell.

Then he saw Fuji quickly changing his moves, raising his racket and hitting from top to bottom.

With a snap, the tennis ball was knocked out by him.

"The reflexes are pretty good too."

Edgar raised his eyebrows slightly.

The opponent's level is indeed higher than that of most junior high school students. Even within the French team, they are already quite good.

"However, my temptation has just begun."

Edgar's heart moved and he wanted to attack again.

Whoosh!

However.

The tennis ball fell faster than he expected. Then, under the gaze of Edgar's retracted pupils, the tennis ball that landed on the ground did not bounce up normally, but stayed close to the ground and slid out at an extremely low height.

tsk tsk

George, who was collecting opponent data from behind, was also startled by the sudden flying earth.

"Is this...that trick?!"

In the young man's mind, Fuji's counterattack skills displayed in the group stage immediately emerged.

but.

That's just what he sees from outside the screen, from the perspective of a viewer. Now, after actually being involved in it, George just felt how terrifying this trick was!

Coupled with the two junior high school students who have mastered synchronization and ability resonance just now, the lineup of junior high school students in the Japanese team is a bit too exaggerated!

"This kid is pretty awesome."

Delacroix took a deep look at Fuji.

If it were said that he just appreciated the other party's talent. After seeing this unique trick, his evaluation of the opponent has undoubtedly improved to a higher level.

"In that case, let's have some fun with you."

After thinking about it, Delacroix adjusted his posture slightly. But it gives people a sharp-edged feeling.

Bang!

soon.

George serves.

Fuji responded quickly and hit the tennis ball back.

Delacroix, who was the striker, took an appropriate step back and opened the distance. Under the surprised gazes of others, he actually hit a topspin ball with extremely strong backspin.

"What is this guy doing?"

Momoshiro's face was full of doubts: "Don't he know that Fuji-senpai's [Phoenix Flashback] relies on topspin to hit the ball?"

"No, the other party must know."

But Dashi shook his head: "It's more likely that he did this on purpose!"

The expressions of Kikumaru, Kawamura and others next to them also became wary. The opponent is the top player of the French team, so it is impossible not to see the principle of the unique trick.

Just like Dashi said, since the other party did this, he must have his own purpose.

Uh-huh!

really.

Just after Fuji performed Phoenix Flashback, Delacroix moved. He spread his arms and leaned forward to make a flying movement. At first glance, it looks like a soaring eagle.

call!

Suddenly.

He swung the racket quickly, and with his body pressed very low, he lifted the front end of the racket hard and knocked out the tennis ball that was sliding close to the ground.

"What?!"

Upon seeing this, Taocheng, Haitang and others' expressions instantly changed.

They have seen many people's unique tricks to solve the problem, but most of them rely on prevention in advance. It is a unique trick that seals the ball without topspin.

There are very few people who crack it head-on like Delacroix. More importantly, after the counterattack, the opponent appeared to be quite relaxed and at ease.

"here we go."

At this time, many people on the French team side had knowing smiles on their faces.

The handsome man Morrow, who was wearing a coat, even smiled and said: "Edgar's theater has started!"

Bang!

at the same time.

Fu Er, who received the tennis ball from the opposite side, could clearly feel the extremely strong penetrating power coming from the racket. It made him subconsciously feel that he was really resisting the attack of an eagle.

Immediately, he used the force-relieving technique to resolve the force. But there was no time to change his tactics. At least he could pick out the tennis balls like this.

Uh-huh!

opposite.

Delacroix strikes again.

This time he swung the racket quickly, with extremely flexible wrists. He started from the side and quickly cut the tennis ball out.

Uh-huh! Swish! !

Immediately, he saw the tennis ball flying out quickly and nimbly like a poisonous snake lurking in the jungle. The posture keeps changing, making it difficult to see clearly the exact trajectory of the tennis ball.

"cobra?"

Seeing this trick, Qian Heliu was slightly shaken.

This move is very similar to the unique move of Higa Lieutenant Colonel Eishiro Kitate who left the Japanese team and disappeared. Changes are rapid and the trajectory is hard to find.

Buzz!

but.

On the opposite side, Fuji stood firm with his upper body and raised the racket at the same time. Then, under everyone's astonished gaze, Fuji's racket accurately intercepted the tennis ball.

Moreover, most of the rotational force above was eliminated in an instant.

"Appeared!"

Seeing this, Taocheng and Haitang said excitedly: "Senior Fuji's unique skill - mayfly shroud!"

"this guy"

Seeing that his moves were being cracked by his opponents one after another, Delacroix's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

immediately.

He acts again, either as a cheetah or a black bear.

With different postures, various styles with different power and rotation are played. For a moment, Fuji was actually suppressed by him.

Uh-huh!

Perhaps sensing the pressure from his opponent, Fuji closed his eyes and activated his mind's eye mode.

Suddenly, after losing the limitations and restraints of vision, the effects of Delacroix's various forms of tricks were greatly reduced.

"This kid is really difficult to deal with!"

A look of fear flashed in Delacroix's eyes, but immediately he opened his arms and used one of his strongest moves: "Unfortunately, the charm of art is never just observed by the naked eye."

Buzz!

The next moment.

Just as he was about to respond, a giant gate like white jade suddenly appeared in his mind.

The release of the majestic aura shocked Fuji so deeply that he opened his eyes instantly.

Snap.

Subsequently.

He just heard the sound of tennis balls rolling down behind him.

"15-15."

"Hey, did you just see a giant white gate?"

"That's the Arc de Triomphe, one of France's landmarks."

Mitsuya said: "This person has truly integrated art and tennis almost perfectly."

The swiftness of the eagle, the agility of the poisonous snake, the fierceness of the leopard, and the ferocity of the black bear.

Underneath each gesture is the tennis style represented by the image it is intended to portray. This is not simply mimicry or imitation, but a realistic animal, using a racket as a paintbrush to show the charm in oil painting.

This style is strange and unpredictable.

Even Fuji, who was called a genius, fell at a disadvantage in the duel.

"It's more than that."

At this time, Qian said: "From just now, he has consciously controlled the rotation changes of the bat to reduce the possibility of Fuji's counterattack as much as possible."

The high school students on this French team are very smart.

Not only did he suppress the style, but he also paid more attention to the details. Combining internal and external factors, we took the initiative in the game.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

After a duel, although the two had a win or loss, Delacroix clearly had the advantage. Soon, he won the second game and the two sides were tied 1-1.

Game three.

Tezuka's serve.

Started with a super high-speed serve announcement.

But then, it became a duel between Delacroix and Fuji. He was able to effectively respond to the various skills Fuji displayed, fully demonstrating the strength of high school students.

"No, if this continues, Senior Fuji may..."

Taocheng and others had worried looks on their faces.

As for the duel in terms of skills, Delacroix was obviously superior due to his rich experience and technical advantages. What surprised them even more was that as time went by, Fuji's restrictions became more obvious.

It was as if Delacroix had expected whatever move he was going to make.

Buzz!

Suddenly.

The image of the Arc de Triomphe emerges again.

The majestic sense of oppression spread, and without any suspense, it penetrated Fuji's defense line.

"0-40!"

In a blink of an eye.

In the third game, the French team took a three-goal lead.

"What the hell is that door?"

Shishido's face was solemn.

If it is an illusion, then why is it that Fuji, who has the mind's eye, is still confused. But if it were a realistic ability, it would be too exaggerated!

"I guess it's a mental shock in some sense."

Mitsuya said uncertainly: "Through the sound, power and spin of hitting the ball, my spiritual will is presented in a certain way."

Such as kendo.

Both Sanada and Ishikawa are involved, and both are figures who can combine kendo and tennis. However, Sanada is still in the early stages, while Ishikawa has reached the peak level.

Likewise.

This high school student named Delacroix combined tennis with the oil painting art he mastered. The racket in his hand is like a paintbrush, using spin, power and explosive power as a reasonable combination of different paints to show various pictures with different styles.

Among them, this huge scene like the Arc de Triomphe is one of its strongest moves.

Buzz!

Just then.

Delacroix strikes again.

Behind him, the towering and huge gate tower representing victory appeared. Mentally, Fuji was shocked.

"That's the difference between high school students and middle school students."

Camus shook his head slightly.

Although the opponent's mental power is good, it is not strong enough. Unable to withstand the impact presented by the picture, the spirit was shocked and unable to react.

Think of this.

Camus' doubts resurfaced again.

He turned his head, glanced in the direction of the Japanese team, and locked his eyes on the black-haired boy: "He knows the gap between junior high school students and high school students, why would he insist on putting two groups of junior high school students in the first two games? Could it be, Is he so confident that he won’t lose in singles?”

Snap!

Just then.

A tapping sound sounded.

"Um?"

Outside the stadium, Camus, Barthes, Moreau and others turned to look. Inside the stadium, Delacroix and George also looked up.

I saw the young man wearing glasses, lightly pressing the head of the racket, gently cutting and hitting the tennis ball.

"Senior Edgar's [Arc de Triomphe] was cracked?"

George was shocked.

He also tried to crack this trick, but his mental power was not strong enough and he was always intimidated by the aura emanating from the gate.

"This guy has good mental strength."

There was something strange in Delacroix's eyes: "This short ball is not bad, but it's a pity, for me... ugh!"

With a thought in his mind, he was ready to step forward to intercept.

Who knows.

After the tennis ball hit the ground, it did not bounce up normally. Instead, it quickly rotated and rolled back close to the ground.

Snap.

The tennis ball hit the blocking net and made a soft sound.

The surrounding spectators who saw this hit, including players from the French team, subconsciously widened their eyes.

The huge stadium was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.