The Legend of Net King

Irie Kana's mostly lying posture rested on the seat next to the court,

"Whew... Whew..."

His mouth gasped softly, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and his curly hair was already wet.

“QP......"

Whispering softly,

Hmmm-

Irie took off his round-rimmed glasses, wiped the surface of the glasses, and slowly put them back on again.

The mirror glowed with a white light, and Irie Song held the frame more, and a sharp edge flashed in his eyes.

......

After a short break, when the referee's voice sounded,

"U17 World Cup final, the third match between country D and Japan, QPvs Irie Sota, the second set of the battle starts now..."

As the voice resounded throughout the audience,

Hmmm-

Irie stood up, and at the same time, in the other half of the seat, QP also stood up.

The eyes were staggered, and Irie's eyes were full of solemnity.

——

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

At the beginning of the second set, QP patted the tennis ball, and there was not much expression on his handsome face, "three, six, seven"

Looking at Irie's defensive posture,

"In your script... Have you ever seen yourself end fiascoly! "

said lightly.

“......"

Irie Song helped the frame of the glasses, but smiled silently, without too many words.

QP didn't say anything more,

"Smack!" As the tennis ball hit the ground and bounced, he clung to it,

A gleam flashed in QP's eyes,

Hmmm-

The wrist is raised and the tennis ball is tossed.

Boom!

Bend your knees and kick the ground,

The lead and swing movements are smooth and elegant, and they are done in one go.

Bang!

The tennis ball was like a yellow streamer smashing directly towards the opposite court.

......

Wow!

"I'm never going to give up..."Irie Kanta's eyes were firm, and he ran under his feet, chasing hard towards the tennis ball...

......

"Bang!"

"Bang-"

"In this game, the D country team won, and the score is 0-1!"

——

The serve of the D country team was won by QP,

Irie Kanto closed his eyes and held the tennis ball in his hand as if he was thinking about something.

The eyes of the audience were also focused on him,

"Come on..."

In the stands, Mamoru Inoue looked at the Japanese team that was at a disadvantage, and couldn't help but murmur softly.

Hmmm-

Suddenly, Irie Kanto opened his eyes, and a powerful spirit gushed out, and the momentum on his body also changed suddenly, becoming extremely cold and powerful.

"Oh?" QP looked at Irie on the opposite side, the pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly, the white light on his body bloomed, and the momentum and Irie Song collided together across the net!

......

"Bang-"

"In this game, the Japanese team won, the score is 1-1!"

The referee's voice sounded, and Irie Kanto struggled to keep the serve.

"Awesome..."

People said softly.

The game on the field is still going on, and the spectators in the stands are also dizzying.

......

"Irie, he's also going all out..."Ghost Jujiro looked at Irie Sota, who was extremely serious at the moment, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes and said.

On the court, Irie Sota's expression was not all serious, and his momentum became cold and depressed, which was extremely rare in him.

"On the left..."Irie Sota's eyes exploded, and his mental power was extraordinarily concentrated, finally allowing him to see part of QP's actions again.

Boom!

The leg muscles also burst out with great force without reservation, and rushed towards the tennis ball.

"I didn't expect... Can you even burst out with such strength..."QP looked at the figure running into the river on the other side, and said softly.

"Hah!" Chasing the tennis ball, Irie Sota let out a loud shout in his mouth, and then waved his racket and volleyed hard against the tennis ball.

"Bang-"

With the crisp sound of hitting the ball, the tennis ball was struck back by Irie.

I saw the tennis ball slashing a yellow trajectory in the air and smashed directly on the bottom line of the D country team.

"Japan scores, the score is 15-0!"

The referee's voice rang out.

"Whew..." sweat swayed out from the forehead of the little Irie, but Irie didn't care, panting, at this moment Irie only had one thought, defeat the opponent!

......

QP looked at Irie on the opposite side, and his eyes also flashed with bursts of light,

Syllable!

syllable

He took out a tennis ball in his hand again, then threw it up with all his might, and swung it out with his racket.

"Then let's see who will win the game!"

Bang!

......

Bang!

QP saw a dead end in Irie Songduo, and swung the racket hard,

The tennis ball slices a bright trajectory on the court, smashes directly on the ground and scores.

"In this game, country D team won, the score is 1-2!"

——

“......"

After winning the first game in QP, Irie Kanto gritted his teeth and fought back.

There is no longer the slightest reservation of spiritual power, and a large influx has improved Irie's insight again.

In a gray world, a large amount of spiritual power is surging towards QP like a trajectory,

The white light beside QP was firmly protected, and the tracks were cut and blocked.

"Humph!" Irie gritted his teeth, and the green tendons on his head were faintly visible.

Mental power is overdrawn and swayed,

Countless trajectories wound towards the QP shrouded in white jade-like light.

Click!

Click!

As if impacted by an invisible force, a trace of flaws was finally revealed.

A glimmer of light flashed in Irie Sota's slightly sore eyes,

"See!"

Then attack the weak point mercilessly.

Bang!

Bang - bang!

"In this game, the Japanese team won, the score is 2-2!"

......

The people in the stands looked at the players on both sides on the field, and once again launched an evenly matched duel.

When QP wins the next game, Irie Sota will definitely pull it back again..........

"Bang-"

"In this game, country D team won, the score is 2-3!"

......

Bang!

Bang bang bang!

Shout!

A streamer slammed into the ground, and a "bang" sound sounded.

"In this game, the Japanese team won, the score is 3-3!"

Irie played a lot and recovered the score again.

......

"It's amazing..."

"I didn't expect that the Japanese team's Irie could play such a situation with QP..."

Even some high school students of the D national team, looking at the QP who couldn't pull the score, couldn't help but say in surprise.

QP is also full of firepower at the moment, and every shot is sharp and accurate.

"Bang!"

"In this game, Team D won, the score is 3-4"

However, Irie Sota didn't care about his body, his face became more and more pale, but his eyes became more and more firm, and the white seemed to be glowing.

Firmly capture the psychological fluctuations of QP.

"Bang!"

"In this game, the Japanese team won, the score is 4-4"

......

The players on both sides seemed to be caught in a tug, and the score expanded step by step, but it was not pulled away.

4-5，

5-5，

5-6，

6-6！

......

In the tie-break, QP scored a goal, and Irie must chase a goal.

Another nearly half-hour confrontation,

"Whew... Whew..."At this moment, Irie's face was so pale that he couldn't see a trace of blood, his eyes were extremely sore, and cold sweat was all over his face.

"Damn..."Even if he used his mental power so excessively, he could only barely keep the score deadlocked and not be pulled away by QP.

"It's over!"

QP looked at Irie Sota on the opposite side, a trace of fine light flashed in his eyes, the white light of his whole body bloomed again, and his arm muscles swelled at 3.8,

Swing the racket hard against the tennis ball,

Bang!

The tennis ball shot towards Irie with great force and a violent spin.

Woohoo!

呲呲~

The tennis ball seems to rub against the air in the air,

Leaving a faint trail of green smoke on the court,

"Hah!"

Irie gritted his teeth, kicked hard, and threw himself towards the tennis ball.

The racket is extended and intercepts the tennis ball.

Rumble!

The moment the tennis ball hits the racket, the huge force and spin completely explode at this moment.

"Oops!"

Irie, who was physically and mentally overdrawn, couldn't help but send it in his hand, and he couldn't hold the racket anymore.

The racket is shot straight into the air.

Boom!

The tennis ball was like a streamer of light, smashing against the wall behind him.

Whew... Zizi!

There was a grinding of ground against the wall, leaving a dark trail.

“......"

With this goal, the referee also immediately announced.

"The game is over, the score is 6-7, and Team D wins!" _

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