The Legend of Net King

"Oh my God!"

The crowd of onlookers exclaimed,

Just when everyone couldn't help but close their eyes, not wanting to see the tragedy happen.

Jing Zhiguang's eyes froze, and a sharp edge faintly flashed, and he reacted quickly,

Hmmm-

The racket was instantly in front of him.

Bang!

The object hits the racket,

Boom!

In an instant, it seemed to lose all momentum, and it was firmly intercepted on it.

"It's tennis!"

Only then did it become clear that it was a tennis ball that had just been attacked.

"Oh? It's blocked..."

A contemptuous voice rang out, and everyone's eyes looked this way.

Click, click, click...

There was a sound of footsteps, and two people in uniform who looked like high school students walked out, and the person who took the lead was holding a racket in his hand.

Zhengwei smiled and looked at Jing Zhiguang and them on the field.

"They played that tennis ball!"

"That's too much..."

Someone looked at these two people and couldn't help but crusade,

Because they all saw that the tennis ball was directly hitting Jing Zhiguang's body, and Jing Zhiguang was defenseless.

Such a deliberate assault is really terrible.

"Shh

Someone couldn't help but pull the person who wanted to continue talking,

"483, do you know who they are?! Dare to speak like that! "

"No one can go too far!"

The person who scolded him couldn't get used to this kind of behavior at all, but he wasn't a fool, and when he saw the person next to him stop him like this, he didn't shout loudly anymore, but could only whisper softly in his mouth.

"They are from the Han national team, so it's better not to talk about this matter..."

“......"

Momentarily speechless,

This incident actually involved the U17 representatives of the two countries, and it was really not something for them to participate in.

......

"You just did that?"

Jing Zhiguang said lightly.

The atmosphere on the field instantly became tense, and the air felt affected.

Gently holding the racket, the tennis ball jumped on it without falling, and his eyes looked straight at the members of the Han team.

"Hey, Team Japan, do you want us to play with you in advance..."

The representative of the Han team didn't answer, just raised the racket in his hand and pointed straight at Jing Zhiguang!

"You're looking for death!"

Jing Zhiguang looked at them with cold eyes, and said without a trace of emotion.

Irie Sota walked over and looked at the two members of the Han team, his expression was also angry.

(CDBE) "What are the two of them?" "

"They are the representative players of the Han team, Han Jung-min of No.10

and Park Jun-so of No.11, the strength is very strong! "

There was a burst of discussion from the crowd next to him.

......

Hearing Jing Zhiguang's words, the corners of Han Zhengmin's mouth playfully said:

"With your strength, what else is it going to say!"

"I don't think I need to wait for the day of the game to break your confidence now, you know that you are definitely not the opponent of our Han team!"

Jing Zhiguang listened to the other party's arrogant words, and also showed a slight smile, but no matter how you look at it, it reveals a cold murderous aura,

"Hehe..."

With a slight smile in his mouth,

Da, da, da, da,

Slowly walked back to the court, the racket was lightly raised, with a whistling,

Pointing to the players of the Han team,

"Then... Come on! "

Looking at Jing Zhiguang's flat expression, as well as the fluttering words that didn't seem to take him seriously, Han Zhengmin felt annoyed,

"Boy, wait a minute, I want you to look good!"

He spit out a sentence coldly and slowly walked onto the court.

......

Two players wearing the uniforms of different national teams appeared on the field, and the atmosphere changed significantly.

"It's... It's really going to be a game..."

The person next to him looked at the two teams of people who were tense, couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and said.

"That's interesting, there is a conflict between the two countries..."

"Come on, just do it!"

“......"

There is no shortage of good deeds on the sidelines.

And because it's in Han, there are even Han people who openly shout,

"Hey, let's see the strength of the Han national team!"

The voices came and went, and they were noisy.

This is much more lively than Jing Zhiguang and Irie's sparring training.

And it has aroused the curiosity of more people.

There were even people who ran out into the streets, shouting:

"Hey, come and see, the game between Team Japan and Team Han!"

"Really, here?"

"Seems to be true!"

"Let's see..."

“......"

Irie Song held up the frame of the mirror and didn't speak, the matter seems to have spread now, and the Phoenix of the Equality House will definitely blame them for acting without permission.

But even if the Byodoin is here, it must be unbearable for the opponent's provocation!

On the pitch,

Standing across the ball.

Han Zhengmin looked at Jing Zhiguang, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, he came with the task of the main general.

Challenge the players of the Japanese team and take the opportunity to find out the strength of the opponent.

I didn't expect to be so lucky, and it didn't take much effort to find the Japanese team.

"I don't think there's any temptation,"

Han Zhengmin's eyes looked directly at Jing Zhiguang, he had just watched the fight between Jing Zhiguang and Irie Sota, and thought he understood the level of the Japanese team.

"With such a weak strength, it's not my opponent at all!"

After thinking so much in his heart, he said lightly to Jing Zhiguang:

"Boy, let you serve first!"

On the sidelines, hearing such an arrogant attitude of the Han national team,

Irie couldn't help but show a hint of playfulness,

"I really don't know whether to live or die..."

Jing Zhiguang looked at the opponent's appearance, didn't say anything, and walked back to the bottom line directly, ready to serve.

Slap, slap, slap,

Seeing Jing Zhiguang gently slapping the tennis ball, everyone couldn't help but slowly quiet down.

Slap, slap, slap,

The rhythmic sound continued to sound and remained for a long time.

"Why don't you serve yet?"

"It can't be that I'm afraid..."

The quiet crowd was a little commotionous again, and someone couldn't help but say suspiciously.

Even the HAN team players on the field thought so, Han Zhengmin looked at Jing Zhiguang opposite and said:

"Boy..."

Bang!

Phew-

A streamer of light swept directly across his face, with a whistling wind and waves,

His hair was blowing.

“......"

Boom...... Boom...... Knock knock!

The tennis ball landed on the ground and bounced.

"It's... This kid..."

Han Zhengmin's pupils constricted, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, but then he laughed,

"It's really careless, I didn't expect you to have some strength, and I won't release the water next!"

Putting his body in a pose, he raised his racket and said to Jing Zhiguang.

"I see..."

"I'll just say, how could Team Han not react..."

Some Han people on the sidelines couldn't help but say, although they didn't see the fast serve just now, they thought that the Han representatives on the court should have the strength to fight back.

"Is that really the case..."

There is no shortage of eye-catching people in the crowd, looking at Jing Zhiguang with a light expression on the field,

I suddenly looked forward to this game. _

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