Net King: Shuji Tanejima

"It's tenacious..."

Han Guo's captain Kim Han-ryong looked at Kaji Fengduo and barely hit the ball, and he was surprised in his heart. He didn't expect that the fifth member of the Japanese team would have a quasi-world-class level.

There was no such comprehensive strength before, but Jin Hanlong could see that with the training of Jiazhi Fengduo, he had reached a quasi-world-class, and with the advantage of speed, it was a greater threat than the average quasi-world-class.

So much so that he could only suppress the other party with the sealing strength.

Swish!

Thinking about it, Jin Hanlong straightened up and said with a serious smile: "Kajifeng, your strength is better than I imagined, but... There are a lot of weaknesses in the style of play, so let me correct you. "

His eyes lit up, staring at Kaji's waist, then to his feet, and slammed his shot.

Rumble!

The tennis ball landed at Kajifudo's feet, and others may not have noticed it, but he could detect that the ball had sped up a little, and his face changed, and he hit it back with a backhand.

Boom!

The surface of the racket is pressed by the tennis ball, like a fire bomb.

"Damn... He was still serious after all. "

Jia Zhifeng scolded in his heart.

On the other side, Jin Hanlong said sternly: "Your waist center of gravity is not well placed, otherwise, you will be able to hit me back perfectly." "

Fart!

Kajifu's eyes widened and he threw the tennis ball out. With a whoosh, driven by anger, he hit the ball out blatantly.

Bang!

The tennis ball shook and swept out violently.

On the other side, the corners of Jin Hanlong's mouth hooked, but he still said sternly: "Your ball quotient is not good, if you put a short ball, I may not be able to catch it." "

He chased the tennis ball in two steps and hit it out.

Rumble!

Then, Kim Han-ryong stayed on the bottom line and said solemnly: "Try it, hit the ball into the net." "

He stands on the bottom line.

Boom!

On the other side, after Kajifeng received the ball, he only felt that the strong dark spin on the ball kept concave the paddle surface, at this time, how could he hit a short ball?

If he dares to slow down his power and try a short ball, his racket will fly straight out. On the contrary, if you hit hard, there is still a chance of life.

"This guy... It was on purpose, what exactly did he want to do?"

Kajifudo had anger in his heart, and the blue racket flashed light blue, and the tennis ball was knocked back.

Sou!

The tennis ball is shot backwards, and the cyclone is condensed.

And this scene fell in the eyes of Korean female fans, who looked at Kaji with a foolish look.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this guy can score as long as he puts a short ball, and Han Long Oba also gave him a chance, but he is still so stubborn, so stupid, he is really stupid, and he can't understand Han Long Oba's hard conscience.

"Oba is so generous, obviously a player from an enemy country, but he is very patient to teach him to play. "

"yes, yes, I thought he was just ugly, but I didn't expect him to be so stupid, hopelessly stupid. "

These female fans, all kinds of ridicule.

Hearing this, the faces of the Japanese audience changed.

"Are you stupid that this guy has such a strong spin and is so likely to hit a short ball?"

Someone said coldly. The spin of the tennis ball is so strong, if most of the spin is not resolved, the racket will only be blown out or the short ball with quality cannot be hit, so it is better to force it out vigorously in order to have a chance of survival.

"What did you say?" However, there was a dinosaur fan in Han Guo with a face full of anger, and her voice roared like thunder: "Oba is right. "

"Yes, Oba is right!"

"That's right!"

Hearing this, the Japanese audience has a black line on their foreheads, these women are really crazy, chasing stars to this extent.

Fuji and Tezuka's eyes were faintly cold. Especially the latter, although he is still very calm in his heart because of his temperament, he hopes that the second senior of Xiu can come soon.

In the stadium, Jin Hanlong heard the female fans supporting him, and couldn't help but smile and preach: "Kaji-san, your forehand still needs to be strengthened, come on." "

Swish!

When the words fell, he at least used quasi-world-class midstream techniques to cut the ball.

Bang!

The tennis ball was played on the far right.

Stompe!

Kajifudo's body was like a light blue whirlwind, and the speed was like a blue sports car speeding by, but there was a lot of sweat on his forehead.

This state is to control part of the explosive force to drive the speed, but the time to hold on will not be too long, and he has already consumed a lot of physical strength by Jin Hanlong's continuous left and right mobilization.

Swish!

Kajifu gritted his teeth and pulled out the ball with his forehand.

Sou!

The tennis ball flew out with an extremely terrifying spin, but in Jin Hanlong's eyes, it was weak, he folded under his feet, and easily caught up with the tennis ball, and when the ball bounced in front of the bottom line, his right hand suddenly waved.

Bang!

The tennis ball was hit by him, with a spin that was several times more intense, and it was like a vortex in Kajikado's eyes.

"Damn... Or a terrifying downward pressure. "

Jia Zhifeng's face sank, but he heard Jin Hanlong pretend to be kind and reminded: "Classmate, give you another chance to play the short ball, don't be so stubborn..."

"Bastard!"

Kajifu's eyes were on fire, and the racket was jerked out. He didn't want to play the music of the wind anymore, and the opponent's ball speed and sharp spin made it impossible for him to align the edges of his racket.

And he dares to short the ball, and the power on the ball can definitely top the flying racket, and it will also hit his body. What will happen there, Kaji does not dare to bet.

It's not like he didn't have the idea of running away. But every time there is a move, Jin Hanlong will lock him with a stealthy momentum, as if to say, as long as you dare to escape, I will explode with all my strength to destroy your statement.

So...

Only fight to the death!

The racket covers the tennis ball.

Rumble!

The moment the racket collided with the tennis ball, the dust at his feet shook left and right, and Kaji's arm bulged and knocked the ball out.

Sou!

The tennis ball shot out like a cannonball, but the eyes of the female fans of South Korea were even colder. This guy, Oba obviously gave him a chance, but he is still so stubborn.

"Hey... What a pathetic fellow. "

The players of the Korean national team sneered in their hearts, this is the end of offending the captain.

This is how Kim Han-ryong insulted Japan's former chief Nioh-chi last year.

But at that time, it was more serious, it was a game held in South Korea, and it had a home advantage, how could it be so pediatric now.

Among them, there was a blue-haired handsome player Han Guo who shook his head and said: "It is his misfortune to be targeted by the captain." "

He is obviously different from the other characters, much more calm.

South Korea's national team is second, Li Yunzhi.

He looked at Jin Hanlong's gaze, and he didn't have that kind of full respect, but had a hint of a playful smile.

"Idiot, you're only going to get the guy from the Japanese team to make a move. "

Li Yunzhi, who ranked second in South Korea, turned his mind. But it seems, this can be put to good use.

On the field, Han Guo's captain Jin Hanlong snorted coldly, and finally strode forward, and said coldly: "Since you are stubborn, then I don't need to be polite!"

Rumble!

His eyes converged, and the ball from his right hand tore through the air directly, and the dust on both sides rolled up.

Rumble!

Kajifeng's face changed wildly, and he instinctively swung the racket, but the racket sank directly, and he hurriedly held the racket with both hands and hit the mountain-heavy ball back.

Swish!

On the other side, Jin Hanlong jumped forward, and his voice was cold: "The forehand is not good... Even holding the racket with both hands failed to hit a good shot, to this extent, the fifth place of the Japanese team is too weak!"

Bang!

As soon as he snapped his racket, the surging force of the tennis ball exploded on the opposite side of Kaji's wind.

In this regard, Jia Zhifeng reacted in time and waved his backhand.

Rumble!

But the moment he caught the ball, his racket flew out by the top of the terrifying killing ball, and the dust and air around him were torn apart.

But perhaps it was Kim Han-ryong who performed a spin on the ball, and the ball flew towards the top of his head.

Trample!

Seeing this, Jin Hanlong jumped high, as if spreading his wings, but he had an elegant and noble air, and he looked down at Jiaji with cold eyes.

It's like looking down on an insignificant ant.

"You can't do it with a backhand, you... Do you have the right to compete with me?"

The words fell, and Kim Hanlong's racket was buckled.

"Dream your dreams!"

Rumble!

The arc scattered, and the tennis ball rushed down domineeringly, like a tiger rushing to the mountain.

It was also approaching in an instant.

Swish!

He only felt that his soul was frozen, and he couldn't move, there was the pressure of the ball, and Jin Hanlong locked him with that level of momentum, making his feet seem to have shackles.

Finished!

Kajifeng closed his eyes helplessly.

But at this moment, a white-haired figure appeared in front of him.