The Legend of Net King

Bang - bang - bang

......

Bang – bang

The tennis ball swept quickly across the court and then was instantly counterattacked, Jing Zhiguang did not open the seamless, nor did he use any tricks, just these ball-by-ball hits, and at the same time, Tezuka on the opposite side is also a board and a glance to shoot back, his style is like this, unpretentious, pure tennis! Of course, there is no white stone purity of Shitenhoji Temple, and it is completely basic tennis!

But people on the sidelines don't see it that way

"It's amazing, the ball is so fast, it's almost dazzling..."

"My eyes can't keep up with the speed of the ball..."

"Sanada, it seems that Tezuka's strength is really not simple..."Yukimura's eyes were firmly fixed on the court, and he said to Genichiro beside him.

Sanada frowned, clenched his teeth, "Tezuka Kunimitsu, I will definitely defeat you", and silently planted an oath in his heart.

The sunset has risen on the horizon, the weather has become cooler, and the slight breeze brings a burst of coolness! But on the tennis court, it's really boiling, it's burning!

"Huh?" The corners of his mouth rose slightly, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and Jing Zhiguang calmly raised the racket

Bang! Hitting back at the tennis ball without being light or heavy, he had already noticed that the spinning power that Tezuka Kunimitsu was slowly exerting during the hitting process just now seemed to have been completed!

"Wow, this is the first ball, and they played for almost ten minutes..."

"yes, if this is the end of the game just now..."

“......"

The person who said this suddenly felt a hint of coolness, and turned his head to see that Sanada was looking at him angrily, "What do you mean?" Are you insulting Yukimura?! "The majestic momentum was surging like a wave pressing down on this man.

"I... I'm not...... That's not what it means," he said with his feet unsteady, his teeth chattering.

"It's okay, Ichiro Kyo, it's okay", Seiichi Yukimura was very calm, his mood was not shocked, his purple-blue hair and pupils looked so noble, "It seems that there has been a change on the field!" "

Well! Hearing this, Sanada didn't care about the little dragon set and looked at the field.

I saw the tennis ball flying quickly across the net towards the lower right corner of Tezuka Kunimitsu, and what made people different was that Tezuka Kunimitsu actually stood motionless, as if giving up

"Is this giving up?"

"This goal is finally over? ......"

I saw Tezuka Kunimitsu bending his body slightly, the racket of his left hand slightly raised to the left, and his right hand caressing the handle, posing as if he was catching the ball.

"What does that mean?"

The person next to him was puzzled

"Isn't it?!" Yukimura was shocked, he had a slight guess in his heart, because he felt that this scene was very familiar, wasn't this the look on his face when Jing Zhiguang used it against him just now!

In everyone's speculation, the tennis ball flew past Tezuka Kunimitsu, hit the ground from behind him, and flew towards the sky in the distance, just when the coach and referee were about to shout to score, a magical scene happened again, only to see the tennis ball in the air as if being pulled, unable to escape a force, slowly there was a whirlpool,

"What?!"

"What ?!!"

"How is this possible".

......

Countless people were stunned by this scene, this is not the field that Jing Zhiguang has performed and is said by the coach that is difficult for even professional players to understand!

Is the pros too bad, or the world too crazy!

Their three views seemed to be cracking, and it was difficult to accept the scene in front of them

The coach who acted as a referee on the sidelines was not difficult to accept.,At first, he was optimistic about Yukimura.,The result was defeated,

said that there are few professional players in the field, but now there is another person to use it in front of him, and he is a teenager, and his face is swollen to the point that he can't make it look like this, do you want to hit me in the face like this, and I complained in my heart.

"Sure enough, it's this..."

Yukimura on the sidelines already had a guess, so he quickly calmed down, and looking at Sanada, who was shocked beside him, he couldn't help but shake his head

"It seems that even I am not absolutely sure of defeating Tezuka-san, I just don't know if he will be seamless?"

No, no, desperately throwing this idea out of his mind, "the mystery of selflessness", he is now a little interested in this!

The tennis ball was sucked back to Kunimitsu Tezuka's side like gravity, and the racket naturally hit back

Bang-

The ball quickly swept past the midfield and flew towards Jing Zhiguang. Seeing this scene, Jing Zhi felt that it was not surprising that Tezuka had completed the performance of the field, but compared to his ability to control the rotation and direction of the field with a single ball of counterattack, Tezuka took longer to complete the field and needed to be constantly adjusted to use it successfully!

Jing Zhi stepped forward with his legs and ran towards the tennis ball, his fast and precise pace allowed him to stand in advance where the tennis ball was about to fall, so let me see how unbreakable your field is!

Jing Zhiguang hit hard with his left hand, and he increased the strength and spin of the ball, and the instant speed of the tennis ball rose a notch

Bang - a loud bang, I saw a yellow trail flying towards Tezuka, before everyone had time to marvel, this yellow light seemed to be attracted by a black hole, and flew distorted to Tezuka's left hand, where there was a red racket!

Bang! The moment the tennis ball and the racket touched, Tezuka felt an irresistible force surging into his arm, his instinctive left hand clenched hard, the green tendons on his arm loomed, and his brows furrowed, "This is the strength of his tennis ball, it's really terrifying!" "

When he sensed that his arm was about to be unable to support him, he saw a mysterious aura emanating from his body, and his left hand gathered the strength of his whole body, as if flowing with brilliant light.

"Coming, this is the realm of selflessness..."

"The limit of a thousand tempers! ......"

Jing Zhiguang looked at Tezuka's tempering, "That's almost all your strength, then I'll add some strength", so Jing Zhiguang's body also appeared that familiar aura, and his left hand shone brightly, which is also the limit of the selfless realm!

"Oh my God, these two guys feel so similar in their tennis styles! ......"