The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

And facing an opponent like Akaji, Oni Jujiro actually felt a sense of urgency.

Such a feeling, he has not had for a long time.

Bang bang!

Oni Jujiro held the racket and slammed the ball back.

“Black~Jack~Knife——”

With a low roar from him, the ball was knocked away.

Another black tomahawk that burned the atmosphere around the stadium.

Everyone was expecting Akaji to strike back with that goal.

Because Akaji was able to catch the previous goal.

However, the power of this ball is stronger than the previous one.

The powerful impact took Seijuro Akaji’s racket away, and there was a muffled sound of landing.

“30—15.”

A hint of stunned appeared on everyone’s faces.

“No, you didn’t catch it?”

Kintaro Toyama pulled his head and said in a hoarse voice, “That uncle’s ball is so powerful.” ”

Seijuro Akaji glanced back at the racket that had fallen to the ground, his expression still calm and calm.

His cold eyes showed a bit of a smile, reaching deep under his eyes, like a pool of cold spring water.

Illuminating the ground of the court, you can see the marks left by the ball just now.

“Black Tomahawk”, very aggressive.

The first “Black~Jack~Knife” is only 90 at most, which is tentative.

But the ball just now was a 100% “black tomahawk” by Oni Jujiro.

Oni Jujiro quietly adjusted his breathing rhythm, and the few balls just now had made his breathing short.

His red eyes glowed coldly, staring straight at Seijuro Akaji on the opposite side.

Bang bang!

Another swift serve.

After crossing the net at low altitude, he landed steadily on the half where Akaji was.

Seijuro Akaji’s orange eyes flashed, and he moved very quickly, appearing in the drop position in advance.

The high school students on the side of the court exclaimed.

“That guy’s speed is so fast, it’s unexpected!”

The other side also began to respond to the previous man’s statement.

“That’s right, that kid seems to know in advance where the ball will land.”

The discussion of the crowd was heard by Sanada and others.

Sanada pressed the brim of his hat, as if trying to keep those words out.

Keigo Jibe next to him said in a soft voice.

“Of course that guy knows where the ball will fall, that’s for sure, uh~”

Echizen Ryoma nodded and replied coolly.

“Is it the ‘Eye of the Heavenly Emperor’, it’s still far from it.”

Seijuro Akaji’s eyes radiated coldness, and there was no trace of temperature at all.

He watched Oni Jujiro hit the ball, and almost at the same time as he hit the ball, he was already running towards the predicted drop point.

“Boom!”

Bang bang!

Ten minutes later, the score jumped to “40-40”.

Oni Jujiro scored two consecutive points with the “Black Tomahawk”, and the first game was over.

Changing scenes, the two walked face to face.

Oni Jujiro stopped in front of Seijuro Akaji, his face condensed.

Akaji didn’t look at Oni Jujiro, his eyes were level with the front, like a king, gazing at the magnificent rivers and mountains in the distance.

His kingly aura is innate.

In the impression of others, he has always been a winner.

As he himself said – he never knew what defeat was.

Moreover, as the successor of the Akaji family, he would never allow himself to fail.

Whether it’s basketball or tennis now.

Standing with his feet fixed and his toes facing the direction of the net, Seijuro Akaji’s expression was unusually calm.

Oni Jujiro on the opposite side is ready to catch the ball, like a soldier ready to go.

Boom!

Only one shot was heard.

A golden pillar of light flashed in front of everyone.

At this time, when everyone reacted, the ball had landed and rushed out of the bottom line.

Including Oni Jujiro, everyone felt a gust of wind blowing, so gentle, but a little harsh.

Such a contradictory feeling is indeed strange.

Just like Akaji’s own style of play, sometimes gentle, sometimes cold and strong.

The referee saw the ball hit the ground and announced stunnedly.

“10… 15—0.”

Everyone sighed at the speed of the serve just now, completely forgetting that the other party was just a junior high school student.

Irie was lying on the railing, supporting his head with one hand.

With a little smile on his handsome face, he spoke.

“Maybe Akaji can suppress the ghost in speed.”

Tokugawa Kazuya looked at Irie Sota, who said this, a little suspiciously.

He was puzzled.

Why Irie looks like he wants Akaji to win.

Aren’t the three of them always on the same front.

Irie seemed to sense the amount of information in Tokugawa Kazuya’s gaze.

He straightened up, looked at the stadium in the distance, held up his glasses, and said with a smile.

“Tokugawa, tennis is still interesting if you lose or win.”

Tokugawa Kazu also ignored Irie’s philosophical topics that sounded profound.

But Oni Jujiro on the court also seemed surprised by Akaji’s serve speed.

At least on Course 5, or even Court 1, few people dare to be so rampant in front of him.

Indeed, speed can sometimes be the difference between victory and defeat.

But as far as Oni Jujiro is concerned, he is sure to use his power advantage to the extreme.

The cross-shaped racket was held in his hand, and Oni Jujiro’s eyes were deep, revealing a bit of danger.

Sanada and the others watched the situation on the court with full attention.

They now don’t care about the outcome of the shuffle match.

Now, it’s a showdown between junior high school students and high school students.

If Akaji wins this one, it will be a victory for their junior high school students.

In that case, it doesn’t matter if you don’t upgrade.

They come here to challenge the strong or to make themselves stronger.

If the quality of the players here does not convince them, what is the point of them being here?

Sanada’s hand clenched slightly, and before he knew it, sweat was already oozing from his palm.

He looked at Akaji on the court, hoping that he could use his strength to silence the high school students who looked down on them.

Seijuro Akaji’s eyes glowed with essence.

The rhythmic sound of the ball sounded.

The hearts of all the people also beat to that rhythm.

Knock knock!

He threw the ball into the air.

The serve then travels through most of the court at absolute speed.

Boom!

Oni Jujiro only felt the ball explode at his feet, but he didn’t have time to fight back.

Even the shadow of the ball is flickering by, and the surrounding eagle eyes are trying their best to catch it.