As the second round of doubles ended, Shishido and Kagami began the final doubles match. Facing two third-year seniors, the two did not fall behind at the beginning.
Especially Hua Di, who was still in elementary school. During the game, he continuously copied his opponent's tricks and scored frequently in the game.
But the opponent was a third-year player after all. After losing points, he quickly changed his mentality, and then the game gradually turned into a protracted battle.
After nearly 40 minutes of competition, the third-grade combination gradually adapted and found cooperation. They completed the reversal at the end of the game and ended the game with 6:4.
As the doubles ended, everyone understood that the real highlight was coming, Rikkai Grandmaster Yukimura Seiichi faced off against Mori Jusaburo, one of Hyotei's three aces.
This game affects everyone's hearts. They focus on the two of them and want to know who of the two is stronger.
On the court, the two of them have already started to warm up.
"This is the first time I have seen Mori-senpai so serious." Looking at Tousaburo Mori warming up in the field, Atobe smiled lightly.
"Yukimura's strength is very strong, and there's nothing wrong with Mori-senpai taking it seriously." Kami Nobuichi replied from the side, and then continued: "Yukimura's insight is equally astonishing, you can take a closer look."
"Yeah."
Atobe nodded, and then turned his attention to Yushi Ninzu on the referee's chair, which was the best place to observe the game.
Because the two schools took turns arranging referees, Yushi Ninzu sat on the referee chair again.
In the court, Maori and Yukimura finished their warm-up and came to the net. Maori took a look at the first-year Rikkai University minister in front of him, then stretched out his hand and said in a joking tone: "Hello, I'll be waiting for you.
You have to be merciful when you compete!"
Although Maori's tone sounded like he was joking, there was seriousness in his eyes.
"Please give me more advice, seniors."
Regarding Mori's words, Yukimura just smiled lightly and answered in a formal and straight manner without any rudeness.
After the two shook hands, they began to guess and serve.
After Xumi, the sound of feet on the referee's chair could be heard from the stadium.
"The game starts, Juzaburo Mori takes the lead in serving."
At this time, Mori had already stood on the baseline, glanced at Yukimura in the receiving area on the opposite side, and smiled slightly.
"Hey, it seems I'm pretty lucky."
When Mori Juzaburo finished these words, he had already started to throw the tennis ball high, bent his knees, leaned back, and when the tennis ball fell, he swung the racket into an afterimage.
Bang...
The tennis ball turned into a streak of yellow light and flew quickly towards Yukimura's half.
The tennis ball hit the ground quickly. Although Yukimura moved his steps, he still couldn't catch up with the ball. The tennis ball immediately missed Yukimura's racket and flew out of the court.
"15:0, Juzaburo Mori scores."
At this time, Yukimura, with a solemn look in his eyes, raised his head and looked at Mori Juzaburo.
"His swing speed is actually faster than Genichiro's as fast as the wind."
Everyone watching the game was quiet, focusing their attention on this game. For many people, this may be the first time they see two people on the field fighting with all their strength. After all, they usually
, very few people can detect the true strength of the two.
In this shot just now, they have seen Maori's strength, and his tennis level is stronger than many people originally imagined.
On the court, Jusaburo Mori continued to serve. The speed and angle of this ball were higher than the previous serve.
Bang...
"30:0, Juzaburo Mori scores."
……
On the other side, after observing Mouri's two serves in succession, Yukimura had already clearly seen the trajectory of the tennis ball. He slightly arched his legs and took a good posture, waiting for Mouri Jusaburo's third serve.
Bang...
The tennis ball was once again sent out by Mouri, the speed and angle did not decrease at all, but this time, Yukimura's footsteps had begun to move ahead of schedule.
Bang...
There was a sound of hitting the ball, and Yukimura hit the tennis ball hard with the racket clenched in his right hand.
Tear it...
The tennis ball returned to the Maori half with an extremely strong spin, roaring in the air.
"What a strong spin."
When the Maori racket touched the tennis ball, his wrist felt the impact of the rotation of the tennis ball, which almost made him unbearable.
However, as a top player in the country, Maori reacted extremely quickly. He immediately put his other hand on the racket, swung the racket with both hands, and hit the tennis ball back.
But as soon as the tennis ball flew through the net bag, Yukimura Seiichi had already appeared in front of the net.
Bang...
While marching, a smash was thrown, catching Tousaburo Mori off guard.
"30:15, Yukimura Seiichi scores."
Yukimura fell from the sky and smiled at Mori Juzaburo: "Mouri-senpai, I have to be serious."
Mori Juzaburo's face no longer had the previous playfulness, his whole temperament changed, and his expression became extremely serious: "Really, then I have no choice but to accompany you."
Bang...
As Juzaburo Mori finished speaking, he sent out the tennis ball again and then quickly surfed the Internet.
Yukimura Seiichi seemed to be well prepared for Mori's serve, and quickly caught up with the tennis ball. After the tennis ball landed, he prepared to use a lob to hit the tennis ball back to Mori's backcourt.
Bah…baah…
It's just that Mouri Jusaburo's serve had a very strong side spin, making Yukimura Seiichi unable to hit the lob at all, and could only use both hands to hit it.
Bang...
As soon as the tennis ball flew over the net bag, Jusaburo Mori in the opposite frontcourt had already raised the racket high, then swung the racket back, and the tennis ball flew to the other side of Yukimura.
"40:15, Mori Juzaburo scores."
As Ninzu reported the score, Yukimura Seiichi raised his attention to Mori Jusaburo to a new level. This man's serve-receiving ability is so outstanding that he should be the best among the opponents he has ever encountered.
One person.
His serve and return are very direct, without any entanglement, and he uses the best way to hit the ball every step of the way.
Yukimura has determined that if he wants to win this game easily, it may not be that easy.
The game was still going on, and Jusaburo Mori continued to serve. He continued his previous state very well. After serving, after a duel of six or seven shots, Mori found Yukimura's position and hit the tennis ball over.
Bang...
"Moori Jusaburo scores."
"Game, the score is 1:0, Mori Juzaburo is in the lead."
Although every swing between the two men was extremely short, many people on the sidelines were dumbfounded. The aura of these two people was really too strong, and the sense of oppression made many people feel suffocated. "Is this a duel between the top players in the country? It's really scary!" Xiang Riyue swallowed his saliva, his eyes full of shock.
When other people around him heard Xiang Riyueren's words, they nodded in agreement.
On the court, it was Yukimura Seiichi's turn to serve. At this time, he glanced at Mouri on the opposite side. He knew that this opponent could not be defeated with ordinary moves, so it was time for him to use that move, so he silently said something in his heart.
:
"I hope that after this game is over, Maori-senpai, you will not give up tennis."