The Legend of Net King

"These two players on the field can be said to be the two strongest players among junior high school students! Their game must have been very exciting! "

The Ice Emperor's Cilang was no longer asleep at the moment, and looked at this scene on the court energetically,

His mouth was full of words, "I really want to play tennis with them, it must be a great experience!" "

Listening to Cilang's words, and the look of adoration and yearning like starlight,

Click!

Keigo Schibe snapped his fingers,

"Cut~ they're only temporary,"

I saw the arm of the trace move forward, and his eyes closed slightly and said to himself,

"There is only one 'emperor' in the last junior high school realm, and that is Uncle Ben and me-Keigo Jibe!"

As he spoke, he tapped his finger to the corner of his eye, and his words were full of confidence.

“......"

But it's a pity that the gorgeous operation of the trace department did not get the cooperation of the people around him.

Cilang still stared at Jing Zhiguang below with motionless eyes,

Shinobu just pushed his glasses, chuckled, and silently looked in the direction of the court.

It didn't seem strange for the Ice Emperor players to say such things, and they all looked natural and had no feelings.

......

The actions of his own members made the corners of the traces of their mouths twitch,

I could only say to Takahiro Huadi behind him,

"Hmph, Uncle Ben will prove it..."

"That's right, Birch!"

The words of the trace department were responded to this time, and there was an urn sound and an urn in response,

"Yes!"

......

......

On the court, the breeze gradually rises,

Yukimura Seiichi looked at Jing Zhiguang, his eyes flashing with bursts of fine light,

It's the boy opposite, Yukimura has already lost to him twice.

Moreover, both times it was completely crushed! The disparity in strength makes it impossible to see any hope...

While they were still active in Japan's middle realm, they were already shining on the world stage.

The emotions in my heart are indescribable, and suddenly, Yukimura is full of curiosity, anticipation, and yearning for the world.

What kind of scenery is tennis in that realm?!

With this in mind,

Breaking the silence that had been there, Yukimura Seiichi suddenly opened his mouth and asked Jing Zhiguang:

"Jingzhi, what is tennis like in the world..."

——

"Huh?"

Listening to Yukimura Seiichi's question, the corners of Jing Zhiguang's eyes moved slightly, and he seemed to ponder for a while,

I organized the language and said: "The world is cruel and wonderful!" "

Jing Zhiguang's words were mixed with a hint of sigh.

"yes..."

Yukimura Seiichi's eyes flashed, and he seemed to have received a satisfactory answer, and a smile appeared on his face, but this gentle smile was only fleeting,

Staggered away from the topic of the world, Yukimura's heart returned to the game,

His expression became serious and solemn, and he said to Jing Zhiguang: "Then, let me take a look at Jing Zhi... World-class strength! "

The words were full of fighting spirit, and at the same time, his eyes were full of fiery battle intent, and he looked at Jing Zhiguang firmly.

Jing Zhiguang didn't say anything, just looked at Yukimura opposite, compared to last year, Yukimura's momentum is stronger, and his strength must have improved.

......

I turn the racket and decide the ownership of the serve, and the result is very bad, the service game of no Fuji.

"Oh~ I'm lucky!"

Seeing that the serve was in his hand, Jing Zhiguang raised his eyebrows lightly, and chuckled a little unexpectedly,

But he didn't say anything,

Although he didn't mind giving way to the other side, it was definitely an insult to Yukimura.

Nodding at Yukimura on the other side, the two sides returned to the pitch and prepared to start the game.

——

“......"

The referee looked at Jing Zhiguang, and then at Yukimura Seiichi,

Both players were ready, so he opened his mouth and announced loudly:

"Game on!"

The referee's words fell, and all the voices on the court slowly lowered.

Slowly, it became quiet, as if only their breaths and heartbeats were their own.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

On the court, Jing Zhiguang's left hand patted the tennis ball, and the orange object rose and fell on his hand, making a rhythmic sound.

And this frequency, which seems to be synchronized with people's heartbeats, leads to a shock in the hearts of all people.

......

The spectators in the stands couldn't help but clench their hands to their chests,

"Goo-dong..."

Many people swallowed their saliva silently,

"What a terrifying strength!"

Qingxue's Fuji Zhou Suke, a trace of shock flashed in his ice-blue eyes,

Jing Zhiguang on the court did not exude any momentum, but through a simple slapping action, it seemed to envelop the whole court in his hands and control the rhythm!!

The air seems to be filled with the smell of gunsmoke, and the atmosphere is becoming more and more tense, like a tight string, pulling again, I don't know when, "bang", will break...

......

Suddenly, Jing Zhiguang stopped slapping the tennis ball and held the tennis ball with his left hand.

Raised slightly, looking at the opposite side of the defensive posture, Yukimura Seiichi, who was waiting for the battle,

A trace of fluctuation flashed in Jing Zhi's eyes, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he said softly: "Then, let me see your progress, Yukimura!" "

Swish!

With a slight upward flick of the wrist, the tennis ball flew into the sky.

The next thing you get to see is a textbook perfect serve.

From throwing the ball, to jumping, leading the racket, swinging the racket, the extremely standard batting posture,

But under the hands of that figure, everything is so smooth and elegant, revealing extraordinary charm!!

"Bang!"

The racket hit the tennis ball, and with a clear sound,

Shout!

Boom!

In the eyes of everyone, the tennis ball was like a meteor passing by, and it smashed on the court of Lihai University in an instant, making a dull sound.

"The serve is so fast! This...... This...... It's far more than 'one goal into the soul'..."

The players of the Ice Emperor looked at this serve on the court, and they were all staring, thinking about the fastest serve in their team... It's Feng Nagataro's "one ball into the soul",

But compared to Jing Zhiguang's current blow...

......

On the opposite court, Yukimura was already staring at Jing Zhiguang's serve at the beginning.

By the time the tennis ball smashed into his own half, he had already stepped forward to catch up.

"It's still so amazing, but... I'm not the same person I was last year! "

Yukimura Seiichi's eyes flashed,

Swish!

His body seemed to suddenly appear on the side of the tennis ball.

Call!

Stretch out the racket,

Bang!

Intercepted the bouncing tennis ball.

Then he swung the racket and swung it violently.

......

"There is progress!"

Jing Zhiguang watched Yukimura shoot back this serve, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes,

This serve was played according to the limit of Yukimura last year, and if Yukimura didn't break through, he would have to miss out on tennis.

But now I have the strength to fight back, which means... He's really improved a lot!!

......

Bang!

Bang - bang!

On the court, ball after ball was hitting, Jing Zhiguang maintained this hitting speed and launched an attack.

Yukimura Seiichi is also not showing weakness, and when he is defending, he is also waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

All of a sudden, the first ball was already intense!

Moreover, this speed of tennis is already beyond the reach of ordinary people!

Qingxue,

"Good, good!"

Momojo's eyes couldn't see the trajectory of the tennis ball at the first time, so he could only react when the player hit back.

"Their hitting speed is already over 210 km/h!"

On the side, Kan Sadaji pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said solemnly. _

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