Tennis Era: Only I Awaken U17 Skills

"Hit four balls at once, isn't that too strong?"

"Let's not talk about four, it's not easy to get one back!"

"How can a normal player do this kind of thing?"

The rule of tennis has always been one ball, and few people practice multi-ball, let alone hit four balls at the same time!

At first glance, this boy in the first year of high school looks like nothing but handsome, but he can handle all attacks with ease, making it hard to see the depth.

Since Zhao Huaqiang was aiming at key parts, he suffered the blow of Su Cheng's return on his own accord.

If Zhao Huaqiang hadn't been a strong player with a physique beyond ordinary people, these four goals alone would have been enough to make a person lose his athletic ability in a short period of time.

Even so, he also kneaded the injured part with his hands and squeezed his drowsy head, and it took a while to relieve it.

"How is it possible? You are just a freshman in high school, and the inheritance of awakening is a waste that can't even compare to a bullet serve! Why do you have such a strong strength?!" Zhao Huaqiang couldn't accept this result, his eyes were fixed. Focus on Su Cheng.

"Heh, did I say that I am a waste inheritance?"

Su Cheng unhurriedly took the same four balls from the cart, and said to himself: "Is your serve game over? It's my turn. Anyway, it's not a normal game. I don't think there is any need to change the venue." gone."

"Being misunderstood for so long, it's time to prove my inheritance."

Su Cheng's voice was not loud, but it just happened to be heard by most of the people present.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Zhao Huaqiang cursed in a low voice.

Even the spirit crystal ball barely reacted, so what kind of skill could it be?

Although he said so, he lowered his body's center of gravity and held the racquet tightly, ready to fight.

Up to now, he no longer dared to underestimate him in the slightest.

Because even if the inherited ball skills are useless, even if it is just an ordinary serve with its monster-like ball strength, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can stop!

Su Cheng closed his eyes, and slowly raised a tennis ball in his hand to his chest.

The mental strength tempered by Asura Shinto is attached to the whole body

From now on, announce the arrival of a new era to the world!

"Light hit the ball..."

"destroy!"

Su Cheng's eyes opened suddenly, and at this moment, the tennis ball in his hand suddenly changed, and it burst into golden brilliance!

"Damn it, the tennis ball actually shines!"

"Am I dazzled?!"

"Are you sure it's a tennis ball and not a light bulb?!"

The audience went straight to the frying pan.

Some people thought it was because of the light reflected by the sun at first, but when they looked up, it was already after school, and the sun was going down immediately, and even the color was wrong!

Thinking about it again, it seems that the first ball played by the freshman in high school was glowing, but at that time their main attention was on the power of the tennis ball, thinking that it was just due to the speed and the color of the tennis ball itself. just an illusion.

But now, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the tennis ball held in the hands of the freshman in high school is really shining!

Inheritance of tennis skills in Net King, tennis can disappear, can double, but almost nothing can make tennis itself shine!

boom!

The super sweet spot was hit precisely, and the tennis ball swept with golden brilliance, and when it rubbed against the air rapidly, it produced a strange buzzing sound like a whistle.

"It's all about the show!" Zhao Huaqiang cursed in a low voice.

In his opinion, this ball is not a big deal except for its fast speed and bluffing appearance!

It's not even as powerful as his 66th wave wave ball!

But no matter how fast he is, he doesn't have to chase, because this ball is coming towards him!

Yes!

Zhao Huaqiang quickly made a decision in his heart, shouted loudly and swung his racket to meet him.

boom!

However, Zhao Huaqiang regretted it the moment the racquet touched the tennis ball.

Like a nuke.

Everything before was just the last silence before the explosion, but the explosion of Setsuna is devastating!

Zhao Huaqiang reacted quickly, and quickly grabbed the racquet with the other hand. His face was twisted, his teeth were clenched and he roared, trying to mobilize all his strength to resist.

But his resistance didn't stop the tennis ball for a second, and the 1.9-meter-long, 200-jin lump was thrown directly into the air.

Racquet came out, and even broke in two from the middle due to stubborn resistance.

But the strength of the golden tennis ball remained undiminished, hitting the block hard.

boom!

With the deafening sound, the dust is flying!

...

Inside the principal's office.

The head of the tennis department, Feng Qingyue, just finished reporting on the club's current progress and stood aside.

"Not bad." Principal Zhang Dezheng nodded, leaned back on the comfortable office chair, and picked up his own hot tea.

He said in an old spirit: "I remember that there are very good seedlings among the freshmen this year, just like that Liu Qingshuang. If she enters your tennis club, you must take care of her!"

"Yes." Feng Qingyue responded.

He watched Liu Qingshuang's match, and he was indeed a rare talented player, no matter in terms of talent, skills, foundation, or inheritance, he was impeccable.

However, Feng Qingyue's first thought of the principal's words was the first-year high school boy named Su Cheng whom he had been secretly following for the past few days.

The strength that cannot be seen through can be called terrifying strength, and the only thing that is regrettable is the inheritance of Wang Wang, which is said to be more useless than bullet serve.

But... is that really the case?

Without the support of the tennis king's skills, with just an ordinary body, can he really achieve the unforgettable one before?

Zhang Dezheng lifted the lid of the tea in a leisurely mood and scraped the rim of the cup.

He knew Liu Qingshuang's selection record, 6-0 in rounds, even the second-best substitute was no match at all.

With such a young genius, plus Feng Qingyue and Zhao Huaqiang, two strong players in the lineup, their No. 12 Middle School has a lot to do this year!

He raised his neck and was about to taste his newly bought black tea.

But before his mouth touched the cup, the explosion outside the window made him startled and spilled tea all over his body. After the cup was over, before he could hold the cup, it fell to the ground and shattered several petals.

Zhang Dezheng's eyes turned red.

His favorite antique tea set!

Zhuo!

"Which damn thing? Bombing the school?!" Zhang Dezheng cursed directly in anger.

Feng Qingyue looked out the window, looking at the sound source blocked by the trees in the garden.

He frowned.

This direction is... District B court!

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