The Age of the Miracle of the NetKing

Sato Ishiha’s laughter stopped and stared at Akaji like an arrow.

If his eyes could turn into blades, Akaji’s eyes would have penetrated Sato’s heart.

His orange eyes hide a vast darkness, and the smile at the corners of his mouth makes people chill.

That guy hurt Ziyuan, and for this, he could never be forgiven.

Seijuro Akaji threw the ball in his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

“Do you think ‘execution’ is your patent?”

“Tell you, I can do it whenever I want.”

After Sato Shiba hit the net, he couldn’t help but be surprised to see Seijuro Akaji on the opposite side appear in front of the net.

That little ghost was still in the corner a second ago, how could he move so fast.

Seijuro Akaji aimed the racket at the bouncing ball and picked it up, and the action was dashing and bright.

“Boss, chance ball!”

The corner of Sato Shiyu’s mouth flickered, this ball, he wanted to let that little devil taste the power of “decapitation”.

“Little ghost, if you want to blame, blame you for playing a topspin ball in front of me, wowhahaha…”

With a bit of a stingy smile, Sato Shiyu rushed to the net and suddenly jumped up.

“That guy already expected what Akaji would play.” Guan Yue said faintly, grinning.

Atsushi Shihara said badly, and immediately shouted at Akaji, who was about to play a high ball.

“Little Akaji stop, that guy…”

But before Atsushi Shihara’s words were finished, Akaji on the field let out a sneer.

“Jumped up in advance, you really can’t wait.”

Saying that, he quickly sank his right arm down, and the hand holding the racket quickly held it two-thirds away.

The air around him flowed, marking a chaotic cyclone.

At this time, Sato Shiyu had already jumped, touching Akaji’s calculating eyes underground, and his heart sank.

That’s right, Akaji aimed at Sato Ishiha’s knee.

He raised his racket and delivered the fatal blow.

Boom!

“Click!”

The ball flew out like an arrow, and Sato Shiha clearly heard the sound of bones shattering, and a heart-piercing pain came from his kneecap.

He fell heavily to the ground, and the ball just now hit his knee hard.

The pain brought tears to his eyes.

His facial features were crumpled, and he hugged his injured knee tightly and howled loudly.

“It hurts—hurry up and call me a doctor!”

On the sidelines, the players of Kubo High School looked at each other, and they had no idea for a while.

The head should not be pretending.

Obviously, the purple-haired one was beaten on the knee several times just now, and he didn’t want to die like this.

But they didn’t know that the ball just now, Akaji used enough force to destroy Sato’s knee.

Seeing that no one was moving, Sato Shiha gasped in pain and howled.

“What are you doing stunned, hurry up, hurry up—”

He roared like this, and all the team members stepped forward in one go.

Seijuro Akaji, who was on the other side, looked indifferent and looked down at Sato Ishiha, who fell to the ground.

“I said it, I’ll let you climb out of here.”

Sato Shiha glared at Akaji and warned viciously.

“Little ghost, I won’t let you go!”

Seijuro Akaji had already turned and walked off the court, throwing a sentence with his back to Sato Ishiha.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re a genius or a showman, if it’s broken, it’s just a bunch of rags.”

Sato Shi Yu was so angry that he almost jumped up, and his bloodshot eyes were blinded.

He pushed away the two teammates who were supporting him, but he didn’t want one to fall to the ground again without standing firmly.

But even so, he yelled at Seijuro Akaji.

“Little ghost—”

Seijuro Akaji walked out of the court, glanced at Atsushi Shihara, and said lightly.

“Go to the hospital first.”

Everyone glanced at Sato Shiha, who was beaten by Akaji and couldn’t stand up, and sneered.

“Deserve it, that guy!”

The people of Himawari had palpitations, looked at Shinobu and Jibu, and asked.

“Don’t you think, Akaji has gone a little too far.”

The Shinobu Yuji held up his glasses, looking indifferent.

Keigo Jibe, on the other hand, put one hand in his trouser pocket with a somewhat disdainful smile in his eyes.

“Let’s go, Birch.”

“Good-” Kachi Takahiro followed Keigo Jibe, his gaze still dull.

After everyone finished watching, the bustle also dispersed, and the stadium returned to calm.

In the dark, a figure hid behind a tree, with a bit of mockery and pleasure spreading at the corners of his mouth.

The man, wearing a dark purple team uniform, nibbled on the apple in his hand and made a crisp “click” sound.

Then he threw the apple core casually, picked up the racket in his hand, and walked towards the court.

Inside the stadium.

The remaining Kubo High School students were overwhelmed and wanted to move Sato Ishiha, but they were afraid of hurting him.

“Ah—idiot! You all give me a tap! ”

Sato Shiha slapped the head of the person in front of him, desperately cutting off his head.

He lowered his head in pain, and a pair of white sneakers came into his field of vision.

Follow those sneakers and look up.

I saw a tall boy staring at him mockingly.

He was carrying a tennis bag and tossing a bright red apple rhythmically, his eyes cold.

“It’s ugly.”

The man taunted and put the apple to his lips.

Click!

Taking a large bite of apple flesh, he stepped slowly and methodically on Sato Ishiha’s knee.

“Ah-” Sato Shiha couldn’t help but feel pain, and let out another wail.

The man plucked his ears, dusted his fingers, and quite impatiently crushed Sato Ishiha’s knee.

The people next to them did not know what the situation was, and they were stunned on the spot.

Sato Shiyu roared in a hurry, “What are you guys seeing, don’t hurry up and pull this madman away!” ”

The young man’s dark eyes were covered with a layer of cold light.

“Ah~~ It turns out that you are also afraid of pain, you this, risk, brand, goods.”

After that, he turned and walked to the back of the court.

I originally thought that he would just leave like this, but I didn’t expect him to stop after the end line.

Bang!

The serve flashed with a sharp light, and hit Sato Ishiha’s neck very cold-bloodedly.

“Poof—”

Sato Shiha spat out blood, his eyes burst out, and he felt like he was going to die.

He couldn’t even say a word, he could only clutch the air in despair, tears flying straight to his eyes.

Satisfied, the man took the racket and threw the apple in his hand, leaving a word.

“I’m Kirisaki Junior High School third year – Tono Taijima.”

“That guy in Diguang is not wrong in a word, genius, it’s just a bunch of rags if it’s broken.”

The back of Tono Taijima is getting farther away, and the back of the setting sun is getting longer and longer.

He muttered as he nibbled on the apple.

“Diguang, we’ll meet soon.” _

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