The Prince of Tennis Perfect Tennis

"Won!"

"Finally won!"

"Good-looking Brother Liu!"

"..."

Liu Yu's return greeted him with one after another of admiration. The first victory after two consecutive defeats could not help them being unhappy. After all, Liu Yu saved the Huaxia team and came out to let them once again see the hope of winning.

"Good job!" Even Qin Xiangtian patted Liu Yu's shoulder and smiled.

Regarding this, Liu Yu shook his head and said nothing.

"Then the next game, Xiaolin, it's your turn!" In the last game, Qin Xiangtian didn't say anything but directly handed the game to Wei Yilin.

"I will try my best!" Wei Yilin nodded, behind him, Shiba Saori, and Bu Er and others cheered for him.

Especially the women like Shiba Saori are finally ready to watch the game for the first time since the start of the game.

"Life and death! The pressure is really great!"

Wei Yilin sighed in his heart. Of course, with his willpower, this pressure is not what he did his best. As for winning or losing, although his opponent is Nadal, he does not think he will lose. This is what he has cultivated for a long time. Out of confidence.

On the other side, Nadal did the same. Seeing Wei Yilin who was warming up, he smiled silently and picked up the tennis racket to warm up.

"A second duel after a lapse of ten years! You lucky guy, I won't lose to you easily!"

Chapter 60 Finals (Life and Death Game)

"Come on! Xiaolin."

"We will cheer you up here!"

"Brother Lin, I believe you will win!"

"Don't lose face."

At the end, Wei Yilin also heard the cheering voices of the girls of Shiba Saori Nanako. Of course, the last sentence must be said by the arrogant Miss Liuli.

Wei Yilin nodded, rolled his eyes at Liuli by the way, and then walked onto the court with the tennis racket.

"China VS Spain, the third singles game, please play for both players!"

The referee's voice came, and Wei Yilin and Nadal stood in front of the net while smiling and looking at each other.

"Good luck guy, what a coincidence! I didn't expect to meet you in this game."

"Yeah! What a coincidence!" Wei Yilin rolled his eyes. Does this person treat him as an idiot?

Nadal laughed without saying a word, until the end he whispered: "I lost to you more than a decade ago, but I must win today. I won't be merciful just because we are a fellow!"

"Neither will I, you stingy." Wei Yilin replied. As for the name stingy, he just came up with it. It is not his own desire to know when he will cross, and Nadal seems to be up to now. Still brooding, always calling him the "good luck guy", of course he wants to give it back.

Hearing this, Nadal was taken aback for a moment, smiled helplessly, turned and walked towards the serving point.

"The game begins, Nadal of Spain serves!"

The first game was Nadal’s serve. Wei Yilin stood at the receiving point and his expression became serious. There are also information on Nadal’s strength, but Wei Yilin knew that it was absolutely inaccurate. After all, Spain In the semi-finals against Germany, Nadal used the exact same skills as his own, which was not described at all.

"Be careful! Good luck guy, I'm about to start!"

Nadal smiled and reminded Wei Yilin that the tennis ball in his hand was thrown into the air.

The tennis ball is flying high into the sky, and it is definitely an extraordinary drop height!

"This guy!" Wei Yilin gritted his teeth and cursed, because Nadal clearly wanted to use Wei Yilin's own skills to deal with him because of such a throw.

Wei Yilin's guess was good. Nadal even gave him a smile between the serve, before he jumped from the ground into the sky.

"Year bow!"

A cold stern shout came from Nadal's mouth. At that moment, Nadal, who was shaped like a bow, shot out the tennis ball and landed on the ground.

"come yet?"

Wei Yilin's heart moved, his eyes only stared at the tennis ball that was flying towards him. I have to say that when facing the bow straight, Wei Yilin still has a magical weird feeling, as if he was playing tennis with himself. Nadal's draw bow may not be as fast as Wei Yilin's current self, but it is not bad at all. The speed of more than 240 kilometers per hour has completely reached the level of the world's top super high-speed serve.

Faced with such a goal, even Wei Yilin as the creator dare not take the slightest care, because at such a speed, all predictions, movements, as long as the slightest mistake, can be The tennis ball passed by.

"It's now!"

When the tennis ball reached the right position, Wei Yilin finally moved, moving like a thunder, that is to say, Wei Yilin's current state. The solidified air seemed to blew a storm around Wei Yilin, blowing Wei Yilin. In the next second, Wei Yilin came to the back of the tennis ball, and at the same time, the tennis racket in his hand was already charged.

"call out--!"

This is the sound of a tennis racket cutting through the air. The next second, the tennis racket and the tennis ball are in heavy contact.

"boom--!"

With a crisp sound of hitting the ball, the tennis ball was hit back by Wei Yilin.

"Sure enough to be the creator of Yin Gong, it seems that this trick is not a threat to you!"

Nadal was not surprised to see that Wei Yilin received the tennis ball. Instead, he smiled faintly and said, "Why don't you try the Gang style?"

As soon as the voice fell, Wei Yilin saw that Nadal had come to the back of the tennis ball instantly, and at the same time, the strange posture of the Gang style had been revealed to him.

"Such a speed!" There was no surprise that Nadal was able to play Gang Shi Wei Yilin, because he already knew that day. What interested him was Nadal's speed. The moment he moved, he discovered Nadal. His own speed is not worse than his current self, and he clearly has more energy to look at his relaxed and relaxed appearance.

"Have you grown to this point in more than ten years?"

Nadal didn’t know what Wei Yilin was thinking about, but he was posing in a Gang-style pose and smiling while watching Wei Yilin as if playing a fun game, the next second, the tennis arrived and Nadal also waved. The tennis racket in hand!

"boom--!!!!!"

With an extremely heavy hitting sound, Nadal finally hit the tennis back, and all the power of terror was poured into the tennis without mercy.

Suddenly, the tennis ball struck Wei Yilin with an unimaginable force of terror.

"Om——!!!"

This is the constant sound of the power current. It can be imagined how powerful Nadal's power is. It can be said that even compared with Wei Yilin himself, it is absolutely not inferior.

On the sidelines, the girls of Shiba Saori were a little stunned watching this scene on the court, because they knew that the skills used by Wei Yilin's opponents at this moment were clearly Wei Yilin's tricks!

"How is this going?"

The women looked at each other, surprised and worried at the same time.