The Legend of Net King

Smack, smack,

Jing Zhiguang slapped the tennis ball twice and looked at Han Zhengmin opposite,

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised,

Hmmm-

The tennis ball in the hand is gently thrown,

With a strong swing of the racket in the right hand,

Bang!

Boom!

The tennis ball smashed directly on the opposite bottom line again, and then ~ quickly ejected out of bounds.

Looking at the other side who still didn't make any moves, Han Guodai-the members of the watch team,

"The score is 30-0!"

Jing Zhiguang said lightly.

"But... Damn..."

Han Zhengmin's pupils contracted, and cold sweat seemed to fall from his head.

Grip the racket firmly in the palm of your hand,

The tension in my heart was incomparable, and the blood seemed to flow faster.

"I can't really see the trajectory of the tennis ball!!"

This made him really unbelievable that his opponent looked like he was just a 'high school' player, and he was able to produce such high-quality tennis.

"You don't have to put water,"

Jing Zhiguang continued to speak, his tone slightly mocking,

"Let's go all out,"

Then his tone changed to cold,

"Or you'll... Dead! "

......

"Bang!"

The score is 40-0,

......

"Bang!"

The score is 1-0,

"It's an ace again..."

The people around watched Jing Zhiguang score directly with another serve, and couldn't help but swallow their saliva and said.

Their eyes were full of shock.

They have just heard of Han Jungmin's strength, the No.10 of the Hanu17 team,

The level of tennis of such players is unimaginable to them.

But......

"Who is that Japanese player?"

"That's right, you can even take the serve game directly from Han Zhengmin's hand!"

"It's so strong!"

The audience suddenly realized that they didn't know anything about the players of the Japanese team.

Even for Jing Zhiguang who was playing on the field, they didn't even know their names.

......

"This guy..."

Han Zhengmin's eyes were fixed on his opponent and he clenched his teeth,

"Obviously I wasn't strong at all when I just watched the training, but it turned out to be like this!!"

"Didn't they just get serious about it at all..."

He is the No.10 of the Han team, and he is not a person without strength, from Jing Zhiguang's serve just now, he knows,

Such a serve, speed, and power are beyond his limits!

And such an opponent, the strength is not something he can fight against!

Standing on the sidelines, his Han Guo teammates also felt a tremble,

"Kicked to the iron plate..."

Secretly said in my heart.

I was busy and sent a message to the team leader.

......

Han Zhengmin held the tennis ball tightly in his hand, and looked at Jing Zhiguang with his eyes,

"How can there be so much difference,"

Obviously, when I played with Irie Sota, I was at that level, but it would be so terrible to play against him!

He only felt that Jing Zhiguang on the other side exuded a terrifying aura, which made him feel depressed and terrifying.

This kind of momentum is the same as when facing the team leader!

Leader?

No!

That's impossible!

Han Zhengmin's heart went crazy, his eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth,

"I don't believe it, I definitely don't believe it!"

"Your strength can't be..."

Desperately holding back the fear in his heart, as if he had fallen into madness.

"Look at me!"

Scream,

Hmmm-

Throwing the tennis ball high, Han Zhengmin swung the racket with strength,

Bang!

A loud voice rang out,

The tennis ball quickly went straight to Jing Zhiguang.

"So fast!"

Some of the onlookers couldn't help but shout, but some sighed.

Irie shook his head on the side, compared to Jing Zhiguang's serving speed just now, the gap was too big.

"This kind of guy... How dare you come to provoke ..."

Irie Sota thought speechlessly.

Shout!

The tennis ball seemed to be an afterimage, quickly smashing on Jing Zhiguang's half.

To be reasonable, the speed, strength, and angle of this ball are very good, and in the current reformed Japanese jujuku, it may be equivalent to the strength of the No. 1 court!

But who is Jing Zhiguang, the No.3 of the First Army!

"Huh!"

Jing Zhiguang chuckled, and a huge amount of power erupted under his feet in an instant.

Boom!

Hmmm-

The figure immediately appeared in front of the tennis ball.

"Is that the only way?"

said lightly, waving a racket in his hand,

Bang!

A streamer of light swept by, directly past Han Zhengmin.

Boom!

Tennis is scoring again.

......

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At this time, upstairs in the hotel, Atsukyo Tono knocked on the door.

"Boss, it's not good, that kid Jingzhi is fighting with others!"

Boom!

The door opened in an instant,

Byodoin phoenix eyes are waiting fiercely for Atsukyo Tono,

He said heavily:

"You say... What the!!! "

......

On the pitch,

"Whew... Call...... Call! "

Gasping loudly, his face covered in sweat and his hair disheveled.

Han Zhengmin looked at Jing Zhiguang with dull eyes, still unable to believe it, and muttered softly in his mouth,

"It's not true... It's not..."

It's a complete defeat, the score is already 5-0, and he hasn't even received a ball.

As a member of Hanu17, he has never been defeated so badly,

···· Asking for flowers...

Faith was shattered.

"How can there be such a big gap!"

The audience on the sidelines was also shocked to look at the field at this time.

The embarrassed Hanno.10, and the heroic Jing Zhiguang on the other side.

What a contrast!

"It looks as if you don't believe all this..."

The corners of Jing Zhiguang's mouth rose slightly, revealing a sneer, he would not forget that his opponent provoked first, so he would definitely not show mercy.

"Then you can sleep with your dreams in your arms!"

Swish!

Swing the racket quickly,

The tennis ball quickly swiped across the court and smashed directly into the opponent's body with a terrifying aura.

"Ahhh

There was a terrible scream, and the players of the Han team were directly knocked out,

It slammed into the walls of the indoor court, making a loud noise, and the walls were shaking.

............. 0

A mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, and then he fainted straight to death.

"Han... Han..."

The remaining Han national team player looked at Jing Zhiguang with a frightened expression, and his mouth was speechless.

The people around looked at Jing Zhiguang with a frightened expression,

"No... I didn't expect his strength to be so strong! "

They never thought that Jing Zhiguang's not strong body could have such strength.

Unexpectedly, the main selection of the Han team was directly sent flying and fainted.

"It's horrible!"

Countless such voices whispered.

Irie Sota also pushed his glasses and walked over,

"I didn't expect Guangjun to choose to solve his opponent in this way, I thought you would deprive him of his five senses!"

Said in a funny tone.

Jing Zhiguang looked at the Han national team players who had passed out,

"I did think about it, but sometimes such a crushing can be infuriating!"

The corners of Jing Zhiguang's mouth rose slightly.

Irie wiped the sweat that didn't exist,

“...... I really learned Byodoin directly! "

Then

"Zhengmin, are you okay?"

Suddenly, a voice came out, and a large group of people walked over.

"It's lively now, all the U17 players of the Han national team are here!"

The people in the crowd who knew looked at the person who came and said.

"It's you two who hurt us!"

A high school student with a plane head walked out and said in a bad tone, as if he was going to do it at any moment.

And the surrounding Han players all stepped forward and geared up.

"Oh... Want to get your hands dirty? "

A cold light flashed in Jing Zhiguang's eyes,

said lightly.

suddenly

"You guys... I want to die! "

A loud shout rang out begging. _

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