Net King: Shuji Tanejima

On the street court, there were more and more onlookers, and the people who came later were a little confused, but after listening to the explanation of the audience who had been watching for a long time, they understood the situation.

"Players of the national team?"

"We in Japan... Is there really a national team?"

Understanding is understanding, but everyone frowns and doubts.

They hadn't heard that they had a national team represented in tennis in Japan.

Soccer those, yes.

Wrong!

Tennis is obviously more popular than other sports, and it is impossible to do without the national team.

Some smart viewers, came up with something.

Balls... I feel like I've triggered some big secret.

"I didn't expect to see the best people from the two countries competing here. "

And the audience who watched the whole process began to discuss. Some of them have watched professional matches and think that the match between Korean captain Kim Hanryong and Kaji Fudo is also top-notch in Japanese professional tennis.

But Kim Han-ryong clearly didn't go all out.

On the court, Shuji and Kim Han-ryong stood on the side of the court, and the momentum on their bodies began to radiate.

In the stands, Byodoin's expression gradually turned cold after listening to Kaji say the reason for the conflict.

"This guy..."

Byodowon's gaze at Kim Han-ryong became much colder.

"Tsk... I didn't expect to see world-class competitions here. "

The corners of Mitsuya Yajiu's mouth turned up, holding a video camera in his hand, he looked at the footage in the video, and the time had passed for several minutes.

Yajiu Dou recorded it from the time Shuji said that the game began.,For... I just want to record a world-class confrontation and go back to study.

Yijun and the others ignored him and looked at the court.

The momentum on Shuji and Kim Hanlong has begun to substantiate.

Jin Hanlong was like an unsheathed, but he had the illusion that the sharp sword qi was constantly sweeping out.

In this regard, Shuji is a bottomless black hole.

The sword qi rushed and was swallowed by the black hole.

"It looks like a player who is more defensive. "

Jin Hanlong frowned, but he was still confident.

He doesn't know the details of Xiu Er's victory over Camus and Okushino, only the score and the information of Zero. But Kim Han-ryong met Oku-nin last year.

It was when he had just advanced to the world, and he played against Okushinobi, who had already advanced for a short time, and finally drew with him, but in the end, it was him Kim Han-ryong who was superior.

Although the fight is not over, Kim Hanlong is ninety percent sure of winning the opponent.

Now, he has reached the realm of ghosts and gods, and he has long stopped taking Okuren in his eyes.

Jin Hanlong didn't know that what he encountered was a clone that Okuren only made out when he was a freshman in high school, and Okunin's doppelganger is different from the original Ying's second doppelganger with all the strength of the ontology, but he needs to grow by himself, but he has the memory of the ontology, which is an advantage.

"You serve first. "

On the other side, Shuji smiled and said, "Just use the rules of the one-plate system!"

"Do I serve?"

After Jin Hanlong listened, Ruth smiled handsomely: "It's really confident, it's okay, then I'm not welcome." "

Syllable.

He took a ball out of his pocket, slapped it down unhurriedly, then took it in his hand and tossed it high.

"Come on, Oba~"

Kim Han-ryong's fans shouted one after another.

Bang!

In an instant, Kim Han-ryong's racket waved.

Everyone wanted to observe their sight, but they were stunned and their faces were shocked.

Not... There is no tennis.

Stompe!

At this time, Shuji appeared on the very side, and the black racket on his right hand turned slightly, aiming at one before everyone's eyes could fully shift.

Bang!

Subsequently, the tennis ball in the light yellow thread state shot out directly, like a meteor smashing near Kim Han-ryong. Immediately, dust filled the surroundings of the two of them.

Trample!

Kim Han-ryong's shoulders shook slightly, and when he saw the tennis ball bounce up on the ground, it quickly rushed out, like a bird swooping in front of the tennis ball, and when he came to the ball, he observed the ball.

The downspin is sharp and the bounce is low.

Just as a bird sees the dive of its prey, Kim Hanlong quickly lowered his body and scooped up the ball with his backhand.

Bang!

The tennis ball was thrown out, as if a strong momentum had rolled up the dust on the ground.

Everyone came back to their senses, but they looked sluggish.

"It's... What the hell is going on?"

"Such a duel, are they really young people?"

"They all have top-level pro-level strength, right..."

The voices of the crowd looked shocked, and they watched with wide eyes and a glow as the two men fought.

But as the duel between the two became more intense, their hearts trembled.

The corners of the eyes of the spectators with professional fans expanded, exuding a hint of disbelief, "They... Maybe it's already surpassed the top pros. "

However, there were not many surprises for the Korean team and the Japanese team.

This level is just the beginning.

And those female fans who support Kim Hanlong are wide-eyed and stunned to look at Shuji who calmly cuts the ball back.

This person, why wasn't he teased by Brother Han Long Oba like the former chief Wang Zhi of Japan last year?

Stompe!

Jin Hanlong's body moved, which made Tezuka on the stage feel tricky, the opponent's current strength is much stronger than the duel plus Zhifeng, but in the final analysis, it is still equal to the level of the national competition, the level of the Byodoin and Shuji.

"I didn't expect... One day, we will be able to see a reproduction of the level of the final of the national competition. "

Fuji's voice sighed, he had already opened his ice-blue eyes, and there was a slight trembling, which was a realm that he could not reach now.

Rumble!

Suddenly, Jin Hanlong's arm accelerated, and he hit a blow that increased the power, and the ball of wind and sand and dust surged wildly.

Everyone's eyes trembled.

Strength... Elevated?

Fuji's pupils shrank, but he hurriedly looked at Shuji, and the other party's feet also had the illusion of speeding up.

No, not a delusion!

It's true.

Rumble!

With a wave of his racket, Shuji slammed the tennis ball back, and the dust swept out with a roar.

"That's what they're really capable of. "

Next to him, Tezuka looked flat, but his voice couldn't help but be a little low.

Hearing this, his heart trembled.

Yes, he should have thought that even if he didn't know Jin Hanlong's strength, he should have understood that it was impossible for Shuji to stand still compared to last year.

And this game.

Fuji is the same as last year, and I can't see through it. _

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