Q.P on the pitch.

The look on his face.

Seem.

What are the plans?

And he made a move.

"Boom-".

"Whew-"

But he typed it.

But it's still a ball of the wind.

A tornado that blows dust.

Once again, it shrouded in the river.

Everyone was confused.

Seyfried and the others stopped talking.

But next.

They seem to see something.

There was an expression on his face that he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Polk said in a deep voice, "Q.P's comprehension of sweet koji batting... Has it come to this point?!"

on the pitch.

A tornado kill shot by Q.P.

Suddenly a burst of flames erupted.

...... it Full coverage.

Wind and fire light shots.

Two amazing forces.

Towards the Irie Sota head-on.

Rumble!

But in an instant, before everyone could exclaim, the racket that entered the river slammed, like a knife drawn and slashed, cutting through a flaming tornado.

Both are stationary.

Everyone's eyes widened involuntarily:

"The end... How it will be!"

However.

Something surprising happened.

The racket of Irie.

It was staggered.

The flaming tornado began to turn its head.

"What?"

This sudden change.

Let everyone be confused.

Instead, he entered the river and smiled slightly: "It seems to be a fierce attack, but in fact it changes, your tennis style... It's kind of interesting. "

Moreover.

It also gave him a sense of déjà vu.

Bang.

Irie quickly fought back.

Still powerful and fast.

But for Q.P.

The movement into the river has slowed down.

There was a twinkle in his eyes.

Step forward.

Swing the racket.

Playing the same game again.

Next.

He constantly uses the light of wind and fire to hit the ball and constantly hit the flame tornado, but in reality, he has two variations.

The first change is the clever addition of spin to stagger the racquet of Irie, so that it cannot use its full strength.

The second, not counting the change, is a frontal bombardment, but because of the foreshadowing of the first change, the second is also a change, which will make it impossible for Irie to determine Q.P's offensive behavior.

Q.P...... It can be described as a step-by-step operation.

Syllable!

When you come to the net.

He was caught off guard

Put a short ball.

'Good ball' ˇ. "

Polk couldn't help but exclaim.

Even he did.

Not to mention Bismarck and others, the audience and others, Amadeus and others.

Their eyes glazed over.

But it's not impossible to imagine Q.P suddenly dropping the ball.

Come to the net.

Most of the options are definitely short-balled.

Q.P is no exception.

But he's a feint.

It's perfect.

Completely volleyed.

When making a strong contact with a tennis ball.

It turned out to be a short shot.

"The current Q.P is the ultimate Q.P!"

Camus spoke highly of it.

Rumble!

But the crowd didn't have time to marvel.

A figure.

Suddenly a sliding step.

Came to the net.

The eyes of the crowd were stunned.

Camus lost his mind slightly: "Okay... It's so fast!"

It was Irie Sota who appeared in front of the net.

He was covered in black lines.

There was soot under his feet.

Swish!

Take a shot into the river.

"Boom ......"

It's like a locomotive roaring at close range.

The tennis racket shook with the air.

A huge pillar of light erupted.

Shoot towards Q.P.

"What a terrifying explosiveness!"

"This ball is the strongest in history!"

"Irie is a man, is he a human or a ghost?!"

"Wrong... He's a god!!"

Everyone's eyes were shocked.

Reinhardt and the others lost their minds.

The strength of Irie Sota.

Refresh their perception again.

As for Q.P.

There was also a look of surprise in his eyes.

But soon.

His steps tightened, his body straightened, and everyone's pupils suddenly shrank, and on each other's bodies, they felt a sense of oppression like a mountain.

Indestructible.

Unshakable.

It is a mountain that towers into the sky.

And Q.P, who lowered his center of gravity, held his hands and waved.

Rumble!

There was a deafening roar.

There was a roar in the air.

in the picture.

The front of the Q.P swing is constantly generating explosive smoke and dust.

Followed by.

The smoke and dust tore and pulled...... Torn apart!

But before it was completely torn, everyone stood up, their necks deep, and stared with bated breath......

Rumble!!!

In the smoke and dust.

A huge rock popped up in an instant.

He fell heavily to the ground.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Is that...

It is a high-quality floor tile for the course.

Rumble!!

Rumble!!!

Piece after piece of floor shattered.

The crowd didn't know at all.

What exactly happened.

But the next moment.

They heard Q.P's cold voice.

"Onslaught—Lightning Strike!"

When you look up.....

Thundered!!!

A thunderbolt slashed the stadium in vain.

Everyone's eyes widened like copper bells.

There were even more turbulent waves in my heart.

This blow.

Like the wrath of the gods.

Even if it's far away.

It also made them feel threatened with death.

"Do you mean ......?"

Reinhardt and the others were naturally shocked, but they looked at Irie Sota, who was standing in front of the net and being swallowed by this huge thunder, and realized the truth in their hearts.

"All of Q.P's attacks are for this blow, and he can attack Irie Sota at close range. "

All.

It's all condensed in this blow!!

Airplanes!!!

But at this time.

Whether it's a sluggish or a thought-provoking crowd.

His face was instantly white.

Thundered!!!

The thunderbolt that suddenly appeared, like an earth-shattering shock, slammed into Q.P's back even more powerfully, blowing up brilliant electric light and kicking up billowing dust.

The crowd was shocked.

Q.P couldn't believe it.

All eyes are locked in one direction.

There are many songs in the river.

He maintained a swinging pose.

There was a smile on his face.

In his eyes.

There's a huge crater behind Q.P.

Bursts of thunder spilled out from up and down.

air.

Extreme burnt taste.

It seems to be connected to the corner of the venue... You can smell it.

This is exactly what Irie Sota does to turn into a lightning strike.

Irie slowly put away the racket.

The wind ruffled his coat.

The sound is carried in the wind.

Seems unfathomable.

̈~ It is as fast as the wind, and its movements are as fast as the wind. "

"The invasion is like fire, and the invasion and plundering are like the fierceness of fire, which cannot be stopped. "

"It is difficult to know like yin, deep and hidden, like yin (Li Nuozhao) haze and misty, infinite changes. "

"Its Xu is like a forest, soothing and moving, and its ranks are like a forest of trees and orderly. "

"If you don't move like a mountain, if you stick to it, it will be like a mountain and it will not be shaken. "

"Moving like thunder, driving troops to fight, it is like the power of thunder, and those who touch it are broken. "

"That's exactly what you're using!"

"One of the Chinese Sun Tzu's Art of War. "

"Wind Forest, Volcano, Yin Thunder. "

"It's just a pity..."

"Or are you... Is it more skilled?"

Looking at Irie Kanta, who had stopped talking, Q.P gritted his teeth slightly, and his face finally appeared with emotions that he had never felt before...... Unsightly.

It was the first time he was firing on all cylinders.

However... But he lost so completely.

And not only in strength.

Tactically on Young.

With such advanced tactics as wind forests, volcanoes, and yin thunder, he was no match for the other party.

There are many songs in the river.

Such an enemy ... And how to defeat it?!

Rumble!

“game。 "

"Irie Sota, Akutsuhito. "

“5-6！"

Irie easily won the eleventh game.

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