The Prince of Tennis Perfect Tennis

The Prince of Tennis Perfect Tennis Chapter 272

The eight tennis players who have entered the quarterfinals are absolutely impeccable in terms of strength, among others, and Wei Yilin finally heard two more familiar names:

Murongying, the king of speed, Wushan, the king of power, and Li Yan, the almighty king.

Yes, the three of them were the three of the nine kings who were among the top nine kings of all Huaxia high school students when they were eating with Murong Zi, the last opponent before the enterprising race. Murongying, the king of speed, is still Murong Zi's brother.Thinking of the speed Murong Zi showed at the beginning, I have to say that Wei Yilin is very interested in Murong Yingde's strength. Seeing that his strength is definitely stronger than Murongying, he does not know that he is called the king of speed. Is it equally powerful in terms of speed?The other six kings didn't know why they did not enter the quarterfinals.

Among them, the match between Murong Ying, the king of speed, and Li Yan, the almighty king, was scheduled in the morning. Unfortunately, they did not meet each other. Instead, they had their own opponents. The king of power Wushan was the same as Wei Yilin in the afternoon. The eighteen-year-old opponent you will encounter.

Sitting steadily in the audience, listening to the voice of the referee announcing the start of the game, Murong Ying, who was arranged for the first game, slowly stepped into the venue. He was also a handsome guy, although he was more handsome than him. The cousin is much inferior, but the perseverance and seriousness that his whole body reveals makes him more flavorful than Murong Zi.

When it comes to Murong Zi, Wei Yilin is a little curious. Wouldn't he support his cousin's game?

Just when Wei Yilin thought about this question...

"Hi, it's been a long time! Brother."

Wei Yilin felt that he was slapped on the shoulder. He turned his head and saw that a smiling Jun Lian appeared in his career. Isn't this person Murong Zi?

Turning his head calmly, Wei Yilin chuckled and said, "Don't call me a little brother, I don't have a big brother like you who can't beat a little brother."

"Ahaha! Okay, then how should I call you? Isn't it too natural to call you by our relationship?" Murong Zi gave a haha, said.

"You can call me Lin."

Wei Yilin replied helplessly, what is his relationship with him?It's nothing more than playing a game during the game.

"Lin, it sounds pretty cool, then I'll call you that in the future. By the way, I can watch your first round of matches. I didn't expect that I was so strong that even Sun Xing won." Speaking of the match between Wei Yilin and Sun Xing, Murong Zi's expression was flying, and his words did not conceal his shock.

"Is Sun Xing famous?" Wei Yilin asked curiously.

"Of course!" Murong Zi nodded naturally, and said: "I heard his name when I was still in junior high school. He was still in high school at the time, leading his school to win the third place in the National High School Tennis Competition. Lianba! Do you think he is great?"

"Three in a row? It's really good." Wei Yilin nodded slightly, and Wei Yilin couldn't help but think of Li Haida. Their goal is to dominate in a row. Sanada's strength is undoubtedly very powerful, and their minister, that Komura Seiichi, known as the Son of God, hasn't played against him yet.

"Right?" Because he was sitting behind, Murong Zi didn't notice Wei Yilin's wandering things at all, but continued: "And after he graduated from high school, he heard that he had a chance to enter the world professional tennis. I don't know why it was delayed. After a few years of silence, he made a full comeback this year and was ready to play professional again. Moreover, the China Semi-Professional Tennis Championship was his goal, but he didn't expect to be defeated by you."

"Really?" Upon hearing this, Wei Yilin raised his brows, somewhat unconvinced.

"Of course, you don't know what the tennis magazine says, and it also says about you. What do you say that Qilin is the representative of the new generation of junior high school students in China!"

"A representative of the new generation of junior high school students in China? Kylin?"

Hearing this long list of names and titles, Wei Yilin was a little bit dumbfounded, but since it was praise from his compatriots, he accepted it humbly.

At this time, Murong Zi still wanted to say something, but our Miss Liuli couldn't bear Murong Zi's words in her ears that she couldn't understand. She stood up and her momentum was undoubtedly beautiful. With big eyes staring at Murong Zi fiercely, he exclaimed dissatisfiedly: "You can be quiet for this young lady, or you will look good!"

She said that she raised her own small fist, but with her cute and cute appearance, there was really no deterrent.

When Murong Zi saw this, he also looked over, but with big eyes and small eyes, the two stared for a few minutes before he turned his head and asked Wei Yilin: "Uh...what did your sister just say?"

It turned out that Miss Liuli spoke Japanese, but Murong Zi couldn't understand it at all.

"Ahem! She said let you be quiet."

After a depressed cough, Wei Yilin had no choice but to act as an interpreter.

"That's it! Do I talk a lot? I remember I didn't say a lot!" Murong Zi looked embarrassed.

cut!

Hearing this, Wei Yilin couldn't help but vomit in his heart. Are you still talking too much?Did you say a lot of the words just now?

"However, since Lin, your lovely sister said so, I'll watch the game quietly!"

Murong Zi continued, but Wei Yilin breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the reason why he appeared here was to see the strength of opponents he might encounter in the future.

The scene was silent. Seeing that Murong Zi didn't speak any more, Miss Liuli also sat down again and watched the tennis match that she thought was very boring.

But that being said, the game on the court is actually very fierce. Murong Zi’s cousin Murongying’s opponent is a twenty-five-year-old tennis player who is at the peak of his strength, but he doesn’t want to have Sun Xing. Traditional Chinese martial arts combine it into tennis. It is a traditional and orthodox tennis game, but its speed, strength, and skills are very powerful, and tennis experience is extremely rich, even in the battle with Murongying. The advantage even suppressed Murongying's performance.

However, this was a situation that only appeared when Murongying didn't use his own speed. He, known as the king of speed, would naturally have his own uniqueness.When the game progressed to the 5-4 situation, he finally began to show off.

When Murongying's speed, which is absolutely not inferior to Murong Zi's, began to unfold, his opponent suddenly began to feel stretched. No matter where he hits, no matter how fast the ball is, he can definitely give him a counterattack, and compared to Murong Zi, Murong I don’t know how much better Yingde speed is.

clean!neat!Every time that extraordinary speed is used, he will definitely predict that he has scored points. When the game is over, his opponent has never scored any more points after displaying his own speed.

"Very strong!"

Wei Yilin couldn't help sighing. Although he was just sitting on the sidelines, he could see the situation of Murong Yingde in the court completely, even if his speed reached the speed Murong Zi showed at the time, it was completely the same. With ease, he didn't even shed much sweat on his face from the start to the end of the game. Obviously, the consumption of this game on him is very small, and this speed is probably not his limit, which means he can be faster. !

And in this game, in addition to showing some of his speed advantages, basically he hasn't used any tricks or the like, and obviously he is also retaining his strength for the following games.

The unknown is the most terrifying. Seeing such a situation, Wei Yilin silently put a label on Murongying that needs to be treated with caution.

The second game started after Murongying's game, but the game was unexpectedly flat.

Correct!It’s just plain. One of the two people on the court is Li Yan, who is known as the Almighty King, and the other is a tennis player in his twenties, but they don’t know whether it’s a tacit understanding or a long discussion. Normal games are spent in a laid-back atmosphere. You play a ball and I return a ball. It looks unusually flat and boring.

However, the game ended in such boringness. The two people who seemed to be evenly matched ended up with Li Yan's victory.

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Chapter 31 The King of Power Wushan

The second game started after Murongying's game, but the game was unexpectedly flat.

Correct!It’s just plain. One of the two people on the court is Li Yan, who is known as the Almighty King, and the other is a tennis player in his twenties, but they don’t know whether it’s a tacit understanding or a long discussion. Normal games are spent in a laid-back atmosphere. You play a ball and I return a ball. It looks unusually flat and boring.

However, the game ended in such boringness. The two people who seemed to be evenly matched ended up with Li Yan's victory.

At the end of the game, the audience naturally exited one by one. Seeing Liuli's yawning, it was obvious that he was bored by the game just now. Wei Yilin still had a slight apology in his heart.I was planning to take her to a good meal of her favorite fried noodles (-_-!), when I saw Murong Zi approaching with a smile.

"Lin, do you lose your plan to eat?"

Murong Zi kept rubbing his hands, seeming a little embarrassed.

Obviously he intends to come to Cengfan!

Rolling his eyes angrily, Wei Yilin was not ready to refuse, because it seemed to him to be a big deal.

However, when he was about to invite Murong Zi to go with him, Murong Zi's performance really made him feel very strange.

I saw that his face changed when he was still preparing to eat a meal with a smile just now, and he turned around, but it seemed that he was planning to leave.

"stop!"

Wei Yilin asked the truth about him, and a firm voice suddenly rang.