The Legend of Net King

Two high school students with European and American looks came out of the Spanish team, one with long curly brown hair, full of artist's atmosphere, he is the representative of the third year of high school, Jose!

The other is the body. Physical-strong, bearded player, senior representative, Antonio!

......

A corner in the stands,

A handsome young man with a slight wavy curl, his fingers tapped the tips of his hair, and his body leaned on the fence in front of the stands~,

It was none other than the young leader of the French team, Leopo de Camus!

Beside him, there were a few players from the French team, but they didn't see Duke Watanabe's figure.

Looking at the two Spanish players who walked on the field,

A gleam flashed in Camus's eyes,

"This time the Japanese team is going to be miserable..."

......

Across the net,

The players of both sides were opposed.

Without too many words, after deciding on the serve, each returned to his own court to get ready.

With the referee's announcement,

The race is on!

Japan serves first,

Syllable!

Atsukyo Tono looked across from each other, only to see the two Spanish players staring straight ahead and posing relaxedly.

A sneer flashed at the corner of Tono's mouth,

"Heh... Then let's start the game! "

Hmmm-

With a pick of the wrist,

Throw a tennis ball hard,

Call!

Then the arm slammed into the volley,

Bang!

The tennis ball flew out immediately.

Shout!

A yellow trail was streaked through the air and smashed into the left rear area of Spain.

Wow!

"No pressure!"

A faint sentence came out of his mouth,

Jose, who had long brown hair, chased after him in a few steps and immediately hit the tennis ball back!

——

Bang!

Bang bang!

Bang –

On the field, the fierce battle finally began.

The eyes of the audience also moved left and right with the tennis ball.

Bang!

A shot sounded,

The tennis ball passed through Atsukyo Tono and Ikuto Kimishima and smashed against the wall behind him.

The referee's voice also sounded immediately,

"Spain scored, 0-15!"

......

Bang!

"Spain scored, 0-30!"

Antonio seized the opportunity and slammed it to give up another goal for Japan.

On the side of the pitch, the area of the Japanese team,

Tanejima Shujun looked at the game on the field, and couldn't help but say:

"It's really a player of the Spanish team, it's very strong!"

"Hmm!"

Irie Sota also said seriously,

"In these two short goals, the individual ability and coordination shown by these two players in the Spanish team are impeccable!"

——

"It looks like a bit of a disadvantage..."

Some viewers looked at the Japanese team, which had conceded two goals in succession, and frowned.

It's only two goals, but it's time to lose points!

......

Bang!

"Japan scores, 15-40!"

After a fierce battle, Kimishima won the ball with a precise volley.

The supporters of the Japanese team watched the goal come back, and they couldn't help but shout,

"Great!"

But for the situation, there is not much improvement.

......

Shout!

Tennis balls skim over the net,

Suddenly, the figure of Jose of the Spanish team has appeared in front of the net,

"We won this game!"

said softly, and hit the Japanese team's bottom line with a fierce volley.

Bang!

With Jose's volley in front of the net,

"Spain scored, 0-1!"

Japan was the first to be broken.

......

"Spain's Jose and Antonio both made their mark in the last World Cup,"

Someone looked at the Spanish players on the field and couldn't help but say,

"Moreover, the last time, they showed super strength! Now it seems to be stronger..."

"Really?!"

Hearing the people next to him say this, some people also sighed, and then looked at the Japanese players on the field,

"Isn't the Japanese team very dangerous in this game?!"

......

On the pitch,

Atsukyo Tono looked at the Spanish player opposite, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, revealing a cruel smile.

Kimishima Ikuto pushed his glasses, his face was solemn, and he was speechless.

For the first time on the World Cup stage, the two of them played doubles against a player as strong as Spain.

"The head coach really has a big problem..."

Kimishima's eyes stared at the other side, and he said secretly in his heart.

Jose stroked his hair and said to the Japanese player opposite,

"You are doomed to lose this game!"

The tone is firm.

This made Atsukyo Tono very unhappy,

"yes..."

Looking at Jose opposite, a fierce glint flashed in Tono's eyes.

Without too much communication,

Spain's Antonio prepares to serve.

Bang!

......

"It seems that the executioner can't stand it anymore at this time..."

On the side, Taneshima looked at Atsukyo Tono, who exuded a cold aura on his body, and said with a chuckle in his mouth.

······ Asking for flowers...

"Ah, I hope the other side won't be crushed..."

Irie said with an exaggerated expression.

Shout!

Tennis balls skim over the net,

Smash it on the ground, and then bounce it up,

appeared in front of Atsukyo Tono,

A fierce light flashed in Tono's eyes, he decided to make a move, looking at Jose opposite, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"Heh... Chair! "

He whispered in his mouth, and at the same time the arm muscles exerted force,

Call!

The racket in his hand is violently volleyed against the tennis ball.

Bang!

The crash sounded.

The tennis ball "whoosh" smashed directly at the opposite Spanish player.

"What?!"

José looked at the tennis ball that was getting closer and closer to him, and a hint of horror flashed in his eyes.

............

Boom!

The tennis ball smashed directly into Jose's body, and instantly seemed to radiate a high-voltage current.

"Ahh

José's long brown hair exploded, and he couldn't help but scream at the same time.

"This..."

The spectators in the stands couldn't help but swallow their saliva when they saw the power of Tono's tennis, and among them, those who watched Tono's game were even more frightened, as if they recalled Tono's terrible execution methods.

......

Bang!

"The Iron Virgin of the Penal Law!"

"Ahh

With Jose being knocked to the ground again.

"Japan scored, 1-1!"

Japan actually relied on Tono's punishment to quickly pull back a game.

"Haha... Next, accept the executioner's execution! "

Atsukyo Tono's eyes flashed with excitement,

shouted at the Spanish players.

"Heh... Hehe! "

Jose of Spain, wiping the corners of his mouth, lowered his head, his long hair covered his eyes, and an inexplicable laugh came out of his mouth.

"Huh? How? "

Everyone felt a chill.

Pitchside,

Medanore looked at the Japanese team player Atsukyo Tono on the field, a glint flashed in his eyes, and a chuckle appeared in his mouth,

"Jose has long since abandoned this style of play, but... I really don't know whether to say that you are lucky or unlucky to use the criminal law in front of him..."

......

"Next, don't interfere, Antonio..."

José's mouth whispered, and he raised his head, revealing a pair of bloodthirsty pupils,

With a cruel mouth, he said coldly:

"I'm going to make this kid understand that the execution... Horror thousand! "_

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