The Prince of Tennis

"Hey!"

"drink!"

Behind the luxurious villa that Fujimine had borrowed, Horio's thin figure was standing there by the mirror-like smooth lake, waving his racket seriously.This time, there was no impetuous air around him, only seriousness and hard work.Every swing movement is so standard, even if there is a trace that is not in place, Horio does not count, but repeats until it is done.

It's not that Horio doesn't want to do well, but because of his nature, it is difficult to settle down and do something.But since he has been playing tennis for two years, he has a haughty spirit in his heart when he came to the tennis club of Qingxue.But after coming to the tennis club, he found that his proud experience in playing tennis was useless.

Not to mention the abnormality of Echizen, even if it is only a promise, a little cowardly Katsuro, when the school starts, his strength is obviously not as good as his own, but in the previous practice match, he has vaguely overwhelmed the second-year informal player first. The man’s Arai is over.

Although Arai quickly defeated Seiro easily after unloading the excessive load, Seiro's unyielding eyes and the ability to defeat the average second-year player later broke out shocked Horio.The strength of the official team member who easily defeated the reputed king Tachikai High School in the final of the Kanto Tournament is far beyond Horio's cognition.

Horio was a little dumb, a little unreliable, but he was not stupid, on the contrary, he was very smart.He could see that if this continues, the two years of tennis experience that he has learned nothing will be regarded as a proud capital, let alone Fujimine and Echizen, becoming a rare first-year official player or even a ball. The backbone of the team, even if he is promoted to the second grade next year, the qualifications of the official players may not fall to him!

"Absolutely not!" Horio gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressed his desire for leisure and labor, wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, and re-raised the racket that had been involuntarily hanging down because of physical weakness, and continued to swing. One hundred fifty-eight, one hundred fifty-nine, one hundred six... uh?"

Horio's hard work is worthy of recognition, but his stamina is really too weak to support his continuous swing at such a high intensity, and he has to be distracted and not out of shape.It's fine to say in normal times, but when the physical strength has reached its limit, distraction is a huge burden on corrective actions.The palm of his hand, which had just wiped off the sweat, slipped again, and he couldn't hold the racket this time, and he directly threw the flaming red racket out.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound, the sound of the racket colliding with the meat, even half of the lake could be heard.

"Damn, who is looking for death?" A roar sounded from the woods on the opposite side of the lake, and Horio saw a tall man walking out of the low bushes.The man's height is less than 1.5 meters, and his muscles seem to be very powerful.His face was full of hostility, and there was a bulging bag on his forehead, which was obviously hit by a racket thrown by Horio.

Because he was still holding Horio's fire-red racket in his hand.

"Boy, you threw the racket and hit me?" The man looked around and found that only Horio was around, so he walked straight towards Horio.The facial muscles twitched in anger, and even deformed a little, and Horio took two steps back in fright with his hideous expression.

"No...it's not me..." Horio subconsciously wanted to deny, but looking at the man's ferocious eyes, he looked around in a panic. There was no one around him, so he could not deny at all, so he had to lower his head. : "Yes... I'm sorry, I... I will compensate you for your medical expenses..."

"Pay? Kid, do you know who I am? You can afford to pay?" The man who came was very tall and had very long legs. He straddled the long distance in Horio's view in three or two steps, holding Horio. His collar picked him up, and the fierce light from his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate Horio's whole person: "A simple sentence of compensation can be done?"

"Then...then what do you want...how?" Horio was caught in the air, with some difficulty breathing, flushed, his hands and feet swayed unconsciously in the air.

"Huh, how? Do you think I dare not do anything to you?" Horio was just a question from Liushen Wuzhu, but unexpectedly this sentence seemed to stimulate the man, the expression on his face was even more hideous and terrifying. The biting "crack quack quack", "Well, that's what the bastard Rujiang said, what do I want? Do you think I'm a bully? I'll let you see what I can do!"

"Hey!"

The man grabbed Horio, stepped forward with a pair of long legs, like a locomotive sprinting, his feet slammed on the ground, rushed a few steps forward, and hit Horio on one, less than two. People embracing on the trunk.

Even if it was such a thick trunk, it started to tremble when hit by the strength of this man, and the leaves on the tree crown made a rustling noise.In the great roar, the trunk shook twice, and dozens of leaves fell.

Even so for a stout old tree, let alone Horio.He felt like his back was hit by a huge sledgehammer head on, and the bones of his entire back were about to be broken.His face was distorted, and the pain was so cold that sweat spread all over his face instantly, and his tears were not even squeezed out because of mood swings, but because of the extreme distortion of facial muscles.

Horio was already numb from the pain in an instant, his brain was blank, his ears were roaring, and his consciousness was a little unconscious.

Horio, who has never practiced well, has never felt that his physique is so vulnerable.

"Boy, do you see Grandpa's power? Do you know what Grandpa can do?" The man was satisfied with the damage he caused, grabbed Horio's hair and dragged him away from the tree trunk, and asked face to face, "Said, Do you know that Grandpa is great?"

Horio's consciousness was originally a little unconscious, and being so violently pulled his hair, it was even more painful, and he couldn't even think of answering, so he looked at the man in front of him in a daze.And the man's questioning saliva Xingzi sprayed into Horio's eye sockets, out of instinct, closing his eyelids.

"Wow, I didn't expect that at a young age, he would be tough!" The man was obviously dissatisfied with Horio's attitude, and slapped Horio's face with a slap.

"I make you hard-hearted!"

"Snapped!"

Five purple seals clearly appeared on Horio's cheek instantly, and blood was also flowing down the corner of his mouth.This man was not yet at the level of being able to slap a person out of internal injuries, but he exerted too much force, and Horio's flesh collided with his teeth, puncturing his cheek abruptly.

(To be continued.)