The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

A cold light suddenly appeared in Ziyuan’s eyes.

Large protrusions of muscles in the arms.

Driving the racket sideways weakens the power of killing.

Take advantage of this opportunity and hit the ball back through the net without hesitation.

On the opposite side, Akaji had already stood still.

At the same time that Ziyuan hit the ball, he saw the “future”

Bang bang!

Ryota Huangse held his forehead, feeling miserable.

If it goes on like this, Xiao Ziyuan will inevitably lose too ugly.

Once Atsushi Ziyuan’s competitive spirit is aroused, it will not be easily abandoned.

As a result, he seems to have forgotten that it was just a warm-up match.

The long arm intercepts all the balls and gives great force.

With his knowledge of Akaji, although he is very capable, his strength is still not enough.

Therefore, Ziyuan wants to win in strength.

Seijuro Akaji certainly knew what Shibara was thinking.

After all, Ziyuan’s mind is very simple, and it is the best guess.

But if Ziyuan wants to surpass himself in strength, he is very wrong.

If it was the original Seijuro Akaji, the slender arms were really not suitable for practicing power balls.

But now Akaji is no longer the real Akaji.

He truly possessed more power than they could have imagined.

Whether it is speed or strength, he can unlock the “seal” at any time

Ziyuan’s “heavy artillery strike”, even Qingfeng could not hit back 100%.

Because that ball used the power of Ziyuan’s entire body to buckle, the volley was strong and fast.

A dark light rose in Seijuro Akaji’s eyes.

Hearing the shot, he instinctively ran towards the drop point.

Raise your racket and aim it at the back half of the ball.

But this blow, obviously the power of the ball is stronger.

The two opposing forces created by the racket and the ball make a noise due to the work.

The muscles in Seijuro Akaji’s arm squirmed, and instantly, his waist was forced.

Drive the racket forward to swing.

“Boom!”

On the pitch, the sound of hitting echoes.

Seijuro Akaji kept his batting posture, a confident and proud smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ryo Huangse swallowed too unconsciously with a mouthful of spit.

“Little Chisi, this monster, can even fight back Xiao Ziyuan’s ‘heavy artillery shot’.”

I don’t understand where the limit of that guy really is.

As far as tennis is concerned, Akaji is better than any of them.

Although very unconvinced, this is also a fact.

“The singles match is coming to an end, don’t you guys have anything to do here?”

There was a cool sound from outside the venue.

The three of them looked together and saw a teenager wearing a hat standing outside the stadium door.

Echizen Ryoma’s eyes under the brim of his hat showed a little light.

He was just thirsty and came over to buy a drink.

Unexpectedly, I actually met the three people of Diguang practicing here.

Seeing that his hands were a little itchy.

Ryota Huangse glanced at Echizen Ryoma, and then immediately leaned over.

He has a hearty and sunny smile.

“Aha, you are the first grade of Qingxue, the one who defeated Little Midorima and Little Ziyuan!”

Echizen Ryoma seemed to mind that Huangse didn’t know his name.

“My name is ‘Echizen Ryoma’.”

Atsushi Shihara ate a piece of potato chips.

When I saw Echizen Ryoma, I thought about the previous game.

“Ahhh~~ It’s the coach’s cub~~”

Echizen Ryoma’s eyes moved slightly, obviously Ziyuan this guy’s words made him very unhappy.

Seeing that Akaji was ready to leave, Echizen Ryoma walked onto the court.

“Since it’s a warm-up match, plus I don’t have much of one.”

Seijuro Akaji raised his eyes lightly and met Echizen Ryoma’s eyes full of defiance.

Ryota Huangse saw Echizen Ryoma challenge Akaji and immediately lent him his racket.

“Little Dragon Horse, don’t cry your nose.”

Echizen Ryoma caught the racket thrown by Ryota Huangse, with a grim expression.

Seijuro Akaji did not look at Echizen Ryoma, he slapped the tennis ball in his hand on the ground and spoke.

“One game to decide.”

Echizen Ryoma couldn’t wait, his knees slightly bent, like a cheetah about to rush out at any moment.

Seijuro Akaji’s serve landed on the T spot very quickly and precisely.

Echizen Ryoma kicked his right foot, and the rear momentum generated a forward reaction force.

Intercept the ball with a swing before it reaches the highest position.

“That kid, actually dares to hit a half-volley in front of Akaji.” Huang Se said angrily.

A smile slipped through Seijuro Akaji’s eyes.

A red cyclone rises on the soles of the feet.

In an instant, he was wrapped in that cyclone, forming a circle with a diameter of about four meters around it.

“Field.” Echizen Ryoma had seen this move before, so he was no stranger.

There was also a layer of excitement in his eyes.

For Akaji, who defeated Tezuka, Echizen Ryoma already had the will to fight.

Even if there is only one round, he will give it his all.

Bang!

As the ball was struck by Akaji, Echizen Ryoma immediately lowered his center of gravity.

He crouched down, slid his body on the ground, jumped in front of the net, and quickly hit the ball back.

“Foot volley!”

With a low roar, Echizen Ryoma sent the ball out.

Seijuro Akaji’s eyes were cold.

“Echizen Ryoma, this ball is over.”

After saying that, he stepped forward sharply and swung the racket in his hand fiercely the moment the tennis ball landed.

On the opposite side, Echizen Ryoma saw that Akaji was about to hit a high ball, and immediately retreated quickly.

Bang!

“15—0.”

The ball left a black scratch on the ground, which was impressively eye-catching.

Echizen Ryoma was not convinced, holding the racket in both hands and bowing to look at Akaji on the opposite side.

“Three more goals.”

Seijuro Akaji tiptoed a little and struck the ball with a flap.

Bang!

There was a sound of breaking air, followed by a muffled sound.

Echizen Ryoma is very fast.

Good risk, before the ball landed twice, Echizen Ryoma hit the ball back.

However, this was followed by Akaji’s swift straight cut.

This ball flew towards Echizen Ryoma’s face.

Echizen Ryoma’s body flashed quickly, and the racket blocked the ball.

Streaming down.

Immediately, the ball landed in Akaji’s racket.

The racket “slides” from the back to the inside

On the opposite side, a sound of hurried footsteps came.

Treadling

Echizen Ryoma moves in small steps, flexibly changing the position of movement.

The corners of Seijuro Akaji’s mouth raised at the bottom line, revealing a bit of disapproving indifference.

“Echizen Ryoma, I have to admit that it is indeed excellent to be able to have this level in the first grade.”

Echizen Ryoma’s hand holding the racket tightened, and his mood was very stable.

What’s more, no matter how the other party hears this, it doesn’t look like a praise from the heart. _

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