The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

On the opposite side, Shiraishi Kuranosuke has prepared a racket.

When the ball hit the ground, he very experienced the body withdrew.

Step to the side and press down on the ball.

“Boom!”

The struck serve landed firmly at Akaji’s feet.

Although it fell to the ground, it did not stop spinning.

Bang!

The ball bounces.

Seijuro Akaji’s pupils shone with a hint of pleasure.

Keeping an eye on the tennis ball that flew towards his body, he retreated with his left foot and struck the ball with his right hand.

Boom!

The sound of hitting the ball is like muffled thunder, and the sound is like ripples pushing away layer by layer.

“Phew!”

The racket rubs against the air, and all the dust particles fall onto the paddle string.

Whoosh!

Spinning tennis balls and racket strings make noise.

Almost unguarded, Shiraishi hit the ball back without hesitation.

It was this blow that caused the ball to receive a reaction force and cause a change.

In an instant, the ball turns in the opposite direction.

The impact of rotation is like a balloon being released.

Yikes!

The ball was knocked out, and in the blink of an eye it came to Shiraishi Kuranosuke’s feet.

With a muffled sound, the ball bounced hard.

Kintaro Toyama is the closest to the course.

Seeing that the ball has changed back and forth, I can’t help but quiet down.

At this time, his eyes were also full of excitement.

It’s like seeing your favorite takoyaki with your mouth half open.

Shiraishi Kuranosuke swung the ball hard, but did not have a chance to make a “round table draw”.

Bang bang!

“1—1.”

After Akaji saved the serve, the two were tied for the same point.

In the third game, Shiraishi serves.

His slightly upturned hair ends set off a bit of nobility.

After the ball was thrown, Shiraishi Kuranosuke pushed his feet hard and his body bounced to the ground.

Bang!

The ball was fast, but not incomprehensible.

Tread!

Akaji’s footsteps moved quickly towards the drop point.

The ball crossed the net low and almost grazed above the tennis bag.

A straight return shot, no extra spin.

Shiraishi Kuranosuke’s eyes were half-squinted, and a trace of coolness appeared.

He backhanded and intercepted the ball, very quickly.

Almost at the same time that Shiraishi Zanosuke returned the ball, the pupil color of one of Akaji’s pupils turned orange.

In the cold orange light, the “Eye of the Heavenly Emperor” awakened.

Shiraishi’s every shot, even his every breath, Akaji could see very clearly.

As if the world became clear, Akaji’s gaze flashed with coldness and sharpness.

Just before the ball hit the ground, Akaji was already flying towards the intended drop point.

This goal, the return shot is effortless.

Shiraishi Kuranosuke was surprised.

Because he could see clearly out of the corner of his eye.

While swinging his own shot, Akaji was already moving.

Was it a coincidence, or did he already know where he was going to hit the ball?

Thinking so, Shiraishi Zanosuke became more and more serious.

Maybe before that, his match with Akaji was just for a box of bandages.

But now, their game is official.

Not affected by foreign objects, just to prove their strength.

Seiichi Yukimura’s purple-blue eyes moved slightly.

It’s like seeing something different.

Sure enough, in Akaji’s eyes full of coldness, Yukimura saw foreknowledge.

Although he didn’t know when, one of Akaji’s eyes turned orange.

But he knew that that meant that the situation would turn in Akaji’s favor next.

His batting movements became more aggressive.

His eyes also glowed cold like an eagle falcon.

Shiraishi Kuranosuke received the ball, but felt that it was twice as heavy as before.

Despite wearing a gold bracer, his feelings are very real.

The corners of Akaji’s mouth glowed with a hint of coolness, and he whispered.

“I’m really curious about what’s hidden under your bandage.”

Shiraishi Kuranosuke raised his eyes, touched a chill in Akaji’s eyes, and quickly hit back the ball.

A sting.

Shiraishi Kuranosuke’s racket net line is broken.

The ball just now, not heavy at first, but the destructive power is like a bullet, fast and absolute.

He realized that Akaji’s style had changed.

He used to play mildly, but now his return ball is full of aggression.

After borrowing a racket from Kintaro Toyama, Kuranosuke Shiraishi continued the game.

Bang!

“Hoo-hoo-huh-”

The sound of breathing became rapid, and the sweat on the face increased.

Shiraishi Kuranosuke’s left hand gripped was a little stiff.

The direction in which the ball came back made his batting posture very weird.

He made a dashing turn and hit the ball back from behind.

“A ball that floats brightly.” Jackal Kuwabara exclaimed.

Liu Lianer squinted her eyes and said unhurriedly.

“Under this offensive, Shiraishi can still hold on to himself, and he has a strong sense of faith.”

Kirihara Chiya snorted disapprovingly.

“The sense of faith or something, it’s too vulgar. That person will definitely lose badly. ”

For Shiraishi, Kirihara Chiya is actually somewhat envious and jealous.

Because Shiraishi was able to play the singles first position when he was in his second year.

This is out of reach for Kirihara.

It’s not that he feels that his strength is not comparable to Shiraishi.

Instead, Shiraishi thought of himself.

He’s a sophomore, but he’s still a bit far from that singles spot.

After all, there is a long way to go to defeat those three monsters.

Bang!

……

Under the “Eye of the Heavenly Emperor”, Shiraishi’s every movement was expected by Akaji.

Plus his “biblical tennis” style of play is very clear.

Bang!

The score continues to change.

1—2.

……

1—3.

……

1—4.

The score gradually opened.

Shiraishi Kuranosuke’s forehead was covered in fine sweat.

Have you seen through your own path?

What is the feeling of being destroyed in an instant.

As his thoughts deepened, Shiraishi’s face became more and more ugly.

At this time, his self-confidence is being worn down little by little.

Akaji’s eyes were full of infinite deep meaning, cold.

Shiraishi felt this way for the first time.

He couldn’t even move his legs, so weak.

But on the surface, he fought back strong, calm and calm.

On the other side, Seijuro Akaji’s voice was slightly cold.

“Your tennis, that’s all.”

Shiraishi Kuranosuke’s heart trembled slightly.

His tennis, his tennis that was canonized as the Bible.

For the sake of Shitenhoji, he has always insisted on a sense of tennis belief…