The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Akaji replied coldly.

“Then wait and see.”

With that, he turned around and walked towards the back of the court.

Outside the field, Ryota Huangse had an expression of watching a good show.

“Aha, it’s too purposeful.”

Shintaro Midorima held a golden toad in his hand and pushed his glasses.

Glancing at the two people on the field, he said slowly.

“The sense of existence of the ‘Eye of the Heavenly Emperor’ is getting stronger and stronger.”

Daiki Aomi sat on the steps, bored to flip through the magazine in his hand.

Hearing what Midorima had just said, he set his eyes on the court.

“The game starts, Teiko Chiji serves.”

Seijuro Akaji stood outside the end line and slapped the tennis ball in his hand on the ground.

The felt hairs on the ball are a little rough, but the touch is really incomparable.

He points his toes in the direction of the net and raises his wrist to throw the ball.

With a “bang”, the racket streaked through the silent air.

Then, he struck his head towards the falling tennis ball.

Bang!

The serve crossed the net and landed heavily on the ground.

On the opposite side, Himawari quickly rushed to the tennis ball that bounced off the ground.

Pedal the ground hard under your feet, and drive your arms to swing your arms with your waist.

Boom!

He also hit the ball quickly and fiercely without thinking.

Akaji’s eyes narrowed, as if he saw something different.

The power of the sun continued to emerge in front of him.

Like a fountain, like rising smoke.

Soon, layers of cyclones rose at the foot of the sun.

Milky white air currents surrounded him, misty.

Bang bang!

The tennis ball landed on the ground and drew the sideline.

“0—15.”

The goal just now was so fast that even the referee reflected the score announced a second later.

Seijuro Akaji turned his head to glance at the tennis ball that had landed outside the sideline, and his eyes were slightly cold.

It was really a gentle knife, and the blade shone through the cold light of Sensen.

With a little smile in his eyes, Himawari reminded.

“Time to serve, Akaji.”

Bang bang!

The serve landed and rushed out of the bottom line with lightning speed.

Himawari’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Sure enough, Akaji’s strength did not disappoint him.

“15—15.”

Takishima-san swallowed a mouthful of spit, feeling a little dry.

“Akaji is really tough enough.”

Coach Ikeda at Hyde Middle School is in very good spirits.

Himawari is his favorite player, and in his opinion, almost no one is his opponent.

But now, Akaji, who touches God’s light with the sun, can be said to be equal.

The third serve flew out.

Streaming down!

Immediately, it fell into the racket of the sun.

The net of the racket is instantly deformed and bent by the impact of the ball.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball spins and happens on the racket

Bang!

“30—15.”

Seijuro Akaji quietly slapped the ball on the ground.

Bang!

The serve speed is still decisive and sharp.

Like a sword out of its sheath, a bow and arrow off the string.

Bang!

This ball rushed out of Xianghi’s defense and landed steadily.

“40—15.”

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Xianghi’s mouth.

But there is a faint coolness that reaches the bottom of the eyes.

Like an ice flower blooming, it melted and opened up in his eyeballs.

Therefore, his chill seemed to overflow his eyes.

Akaji didn’t look at the sun.

Knock knock!

The tennis ball landed on the ground, making a dull sound with each stroke.

The racket swings against the tennis ball like a katana.

The tennis ball was knocked out in an instant and grazed low over the net.

Himawari immediately stood on both feet, swung his racket, and hit the incoming ball.

Only a muffled sound was heard.

The milky white cyclone around Himawari caused a bit of a change.

The movement disturbed the originally stable airflow, causing it to become disordered.

Whoosh!

The ball landed on the ground with a sound.

At the moment of landing on the ground, he was knocked out by Akaji.

At Akaji’s feet, bursts of red cyclones soon rose.

It was like smoke enveloping him.

Then the red cyclones gradually converged, forming a five-meter diameter circle around Akaji.

“The scope of the red field is obviously larger than before.” Kuroko Tetsuya whispered.

This was heard by Momoi May, and she smiled and looked at Tetsuya Kuroko.

Boom!

Come and the ball land.

It’s about to fly towards the right corner.

But attracted by a force, the ball quickly moved towards Akaji.

This changed flight trajectory is affected by the “field”.

Himawari stands on both feet, in the bottom line position.

“This goal, there is no doubt it will be in that position.”

He whispered to himself, his eyes filled with coldness.

Akaji’s return hit landed on the ground, and the landing position was exactly at the feet of Himawari.

The ball was swift and fierce, exploding at Sunflower’s feet.

Only a discordant sound of hitting was heard.

Streaming down!

The ball landed into Akaji’s racket.

But the power of this ball was beyond his surprise.

The opponent applied force to the ball.

Himawari had a somewhat dangerous smile in her eyes.

Tread!

The footsteps are rhythmic and steady.

It seems that even the steps are calculated.

Himawari’s eyes showed a bit of dark light, sharp and cold.

“I expected where your next ball was going.”

He “swished”.

Arrive at the drop position earlier than a tennis ball.

Raise your racket and hit the ball out very quickly.

Bang!

“40—30.”

Ryota Huangse frowned.

“Having cracked Xiao Chiji’s ‘domain’ so quickly, that person is really not to be underestimated.”

Daiki Aomomine added.

“It’s still an expanded ‘field’, and it’s more difficult to crack.”

Akaji’s hand holding the racket tightened.

Raise your eyes and look at the person on the other side.

Before serving, he loosened his wrist.

The curvature of the ball is very beautiful.

“Phew!”

The racket brushes by, hitting the back half of the tennis ball.

Bang!

A golden pillar of light flashed, and the ball landed on the ground.

Instantly, it bounces.

A powerful force made the receiving Himawari arm numb.

Then he withdrew the racket.

Bang bang!

“Emperor Guang Chiji scored, the score was 1-0, and the game was changed.”

On the sidelines, Kurokuchi couldn’t understand it.

“What’s going on, does Himawari want to ‘release water’?”

Mu Ji Chong wore deep myopia glasses, pushed the glasses frame, and said.

“It is impossible to release water, it can only be said that the power of the ball just now is very strong.”

Kurokuchi looked incredulous.

I thought it was Muji Chong who fooled himself.

He crossed his hands at his waist and hummed.

“Can I still not see the force of that ball, fluttering, it’s not like it at all…”

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