The Legend of Net King

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A fast and accurate volley in front of the net, the tennis ball with the crisp sound of hitting the ball in a lifetime,

"Whoosh" suddenly smashed into the half of the field like a lightning bolt,

Then quickly flew out of bounds.

"In this game, Chengcheng Shonan won, the score is 0-3!"

After the service game, the opponent won two games in a row, and Makinoto was at a disadvantage 0-3.

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Makino Vine Player Zone,

Jing Zhiguang and a few other positive candidates were sitting on chairs and quietly watching the game on the court.

And behind their rest area, not far away is the barbed wire, and outside the barbed wire is the crowd of spectators.

And in the crowd, there was a group of people who also came to watch the game of Munoto.

One of them has a black mole on his eyebrows and short blond hair, he is the recovered "Lion King" Tachibana Juping.

Next to Tachibana Tachibana are the two players of Fudo Peak, Ibu Fukaji, who has a broken ceramic face, and Akira Kamio, who has long bangs.

"I didn't expect that this Ruorenhong from Chengcheng Shonan would have such a strong strength?"

Kamio looked at the 0-3 backward Makinoto and said.

"Josei Shonan had a fight with Qingxue in the Kanto event, and that Wakato Hiroshi lost 7-6 to Qingxue's Kaitang..."

Tachibana Tachibana opened his mouth to speak, and at the same time, his eyes froze, and he looked at Wakato Hiroshi and continued:

"But it looks like these guys are a lot stronger than they were in the Kanto Tournament!"

If Hitohiro becomes stronger, of course, otherwise he would not have been able to take such a lead in the hands of Kirihara.

You must know that today's Kirihara Chi can also be much more powerful than Haitang.

And at this time,

"It's really rare that Munoto would encounter such a backward situation!! I don't even know when I last saw it..."

Inoue Mamoru appeared on the side of Fudo Mine and the others with Shiba Saori, and said with a sigh.

"Mr. Inoue..."

Tachibana Tachibana also said hello to Mamoru Inoue and Saori Shiba.

"Mr. Inoue, wasn't the last time Munoto fell behind like this was a match with our Fudo Peak..."

Kamio said. He was talking about the Minister Tachibana Chitose competition.

"Yes, it's a pity last time, I couldn't go to the scene to watch the duel between the two heroes of Dao Kyushu!"

Mamoru Inoue also remembered it and said with a smile.

On the side, Shibasaori didn't care about the things they were talking about now,

Click! Click!

She was frantically taking pictures with her camera.

"That's right, Saori, take more pictures of the game..."

Inoue said.

"Okay..."

Shibasaori replied casually.

It's just that why her camera has not been facing the direction of the game?

Instead, facing the side face of Jing Zhiguang, who was sitting upright not far in front of it, he pressed the shutter and kept pressing ~~

"So handsome, so handsome! That's the minister of Makinoto, alas! This side face is so charming..."

Shibasaori's eyes are also about to burst into stars.

Poor Inoue, he didn't know that when he went back to wash the photos, he would get all kinds of handsome faces from Jing Zhiguang...

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Back on the pitch,

Wakatohiro's expression was also a little solemn, although he was ahead, but he could feel the pressure from Kirihara Akaya.

"This guy on the other side is really powerful..."

If a person's heart is dignified.

If he is going to score now, the style will have to change more and more often... This is a great burden for people.

And even with such frequent switching, it is getting harder and harder for him to score.

In the last game, they all played 40-40.

He was almost pulled back by Kirihara.

......

"There aren't many balls in each identity to be seen through by this guy on the other side, how did this guy do it!"

Wakato Hiroshi stared at Kirihara Akaya, frowning.

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"Hey, Heyt, Sempras, Agassi, Ivanisevic, Courten... How many imitations do you have left unused..."

Kirihara looked at Wakatohiro, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Gently wipe the sweat off your forehead,

"If there are no new imitations, then the game is over!"

Facing the leading Wakato, Kirithara Chiya said in a firm tone.

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"Humph!"

Listening to Kirihara's tone, as if he could defeat himself at any time, Wakatohiro's face was not good-looking.

"You'd better win the game first!"

Ruorenhong said in a cold voice.

"Hehe, then look at it!"

On the other side, Kirihara Akaya said with a chuckle in his mouth.

The words fell,

His expression became serious and serious, and his eyes were sharper than before.

The momentum on his body is incomparable.

"Nationwide!"

The moment his momentum emanated, Ju Ping of Fudo Peak was shocked and said in surprise.

This is a real national-level player, and he has not entered the demonization, and Kirithara Akaya has already stepped into the whole country himself.

And this time, it was also the first time he showed such strength on the court.

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"This feeling..."

Enveloped by the momentum of Kirihara, Wakatohiro actually felt breathless.

"How is that possible?!"

Wakato's eyes widened and he looked at Kirihara Akaya on the other side.

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Kirihara slowly pulled out a tennis ball, and this game was his service game.

"I'll let you see, my strength is Chiya Kirihara!"

Akaya Kirihara, who decided to go all out, let out a low shout,

Click! Click!

The fingers squeezed the tennis ball hard, and the fingertips turned white, as if the strength was desperately pouring into the tennis ball.

Swish!

Then he quickly threw it, and the racket "whew" and hit the tennis ball all at once.

Bang –

Shout!

"Fingertip !!"

Many people looked at Kirihara Akaya's movements, and that hideous face,

At this moment, people think that this kind of violent offensive tennis is the true face of Chiya Kirihara.

"It's not going to bleed again..."

There are people who have seen Kirihara's "demonic" posture, but they swallowed their saliva and said in horror.

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Boom!

The tennis ball "buzzed" in the air and shot towards the opposite side with a whistling sound.

"What a fingertip serve..."

If Hiroshi didn't care about it, he changed his defensive style, which was to prepare to fight back at tennis.

Boom!

The tennis ball smashed to the ground,

If Hitohiro doesn't want to think about it, he just swings his racket at a place with a good budget.

Call!

This time, though, he missed.

"What?!"

The pupils suddenly constricted, and at the same time, the friction sound sounded on the ground.

His eyes just turned to the ground,

Shout!

Whoosh!

A yellow light bounced up in an instant, smashing towards Ruoren's head.

"Be careful..."

"Get out of the way, Ruoman!"

In the middle of Chengcheng Shonan, Huacun Aoi and others were also busy shouting.

"It's too late..."

Wakatohiro's face turned pale, and a hint of horror flashed in his eyes.

Subconsciously closed his eyes.

The sharp wind swept up the tip of his nose, stinging with a tingling pain, and the tennis ball struck the brim of his hat above his head.

"This..."

Looking at the tennis ball that only knocked away the hat that Wakat was wearing but didn't attack his body,

There were a few people who were familiar with Kirihara Akaya's style, and they all looked at each other suspiciously.

"This is still that terrible demon of Makinoto..."

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"Finally, you've grown a lot, Chiya!"

Jing Zhiguang looked at Chiya Kirihara with a playful expression on the court, his eyes were full of relief, and he said softly.