Wang Wangzhi starts from Sharingan

Minson Tennis Park.

Venue No. 1 was bustling with noise.

The golden sun shines on the dew.

The two people running on the court are reflected in a particularly shining light.

Kitagawa Sora's running speed is faster than Atobe's.

Wait until the tennis ball from Atobe's counterattack arrives.

He has already crossed the midfield line.

The next moment.

Beichuan Kong's eyebrows narrowed.

Those eyes, as calm as a pool of water, were staring at the tennis ball.

In an unchanging calmness and indifference.

Stand up and step sideways.

Lead the shot, swing.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the tennis ball, which was unloaded by dragging the racket, was cut downwards by Sora Kitagawa, adding an extra layer of spin.

Bring up a crescent arc.

It flew straight to the left half of the court, which is close to the near corner sideline of the net.

"Defeat me head-on?"

"Atobe, you're still far away!"

The provocative response words came from Kitagawa Sora's mouth, but they seemed so ordinary.

Ta~ta~ta~~~

There was no trace of panic in the footsteps.

Kitagawa Sora took another three or two steps and came directly to the net.

And this time.

Under Sora Beichuan's mobilization.

Atobe, who had no choice but to run to the near corner, broke out into a smile.

"Am I still far behind?"

"Then how do you catch this ball?"

After passing over the net at low altitude, the tennis ball began to fall in an arc, which was a small diagonal cut from top to bottom.

Bang!

Kinetic potential energy and spin are canceled out a lot in tennis balls.

Under the fine control of the trace department.

He bounced off the tennis racket and jumped straight to the right half of the court.

Although the speed is not very fast, the angle is controlled very well.

It's almost a mirror image, a short ball that falls close to the net.

However.

The next moment.

As the tennis ball slowly crosses the net.

The smile on Atobe's face has not yet fully bloomed.

A figure quietly appeared in mid-air against the backdrop of the blazing sun.

"Beichuan!"

"So fast!"

In Atobe's pupils that instantly contracted.

Kitagawa Sora, who had a subtle smile on his face, rose into the air, looked at Atobe who was squatting down, and swung away the racket in his right hand without mercy.

Boom!

Under a heavy muffled sound like a mountain falling apart.

A golden stream of light flashed past Atobu's feet.

That terrifying ball speed made the spectators on the sidelines rub their eyes.

Before Jean could stabilize his body, he forcibly stretched out his racket to make a save, but the ball didn't touch the ball at all.

Wow~

Kitagawa Sora, who sent Atobe an interception ball in the air, fell to the ground.

Looking at Atobe in front of him, he smiled slightly and said jokingly.

"Here~"

"Just catch the ball like this~"

Those teasing words full of bad taste made Atobe finally unable to help but his expression darkened.

However.

Looking at Atobe who started to take a deep breath, Kitagawa Sora had no intention of letting him go just like that.

Now that you are ready to train this special little friend of yours.

Then the arrogant and confident guy in front of him must suffer a really heavy blow.

Otherwise, there is no point in evolution.

Don't you see me.

Kitagawa Sora spent so much effort on Fuji.

From the skills, the body, the mind, and even the concept of tennis path.

After going back and forth for so long, I finally got Fuji Shusuke, who is a national-level player today, and allowed the genius to embark on the road to becoming a strong person.

And for the trace part.

In Kitagawa Sora's opinion, strong medicine is needed.

It's best to let this guy lose so hard that he doubts his life, so that he can be reborn from the ashes and return to the Frozen Throne.

...

The next moment.

The smile faded.

Kitagawa Sora's expression suddenly changed to indifferent.

Said coldly.

"Atobe, to be honest, I am very disappointed with your current strength."

"You are really too weak."

brush!

Atobe's gaze suddenly froze as he looked at Kitagawa Sora.

As the two looked at each other, there seemed to be sparks of electric light flickering.

"If you still can't take that step and are always blocked by that door."

"In this competition, you can't even last twenty minutes in my hands."

In fact.

Kitagawa Sora means what he said.

Even the so-called 'twenty minutes' he was talking about were still in the hands of 'Kitagawa Sora' who was in normal condition.

If you just go full blast.

That scene, tsk tsk tsk...

To describe it in one sentence.

——I don’t even know how strong I was at that time.

...

And this time.

Atobe finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Twenty minutes?"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Ha~ha~ha~ha~~~"

"Twenty minutes!"

After laughing wildly.

bass!

A cold light flashed in Atobu's eyes.

An inexplicable momentum suddenly condensed from his body.

"Very good, Beichuan!"

"It's been a long time since anyone dared to look down on me like this."

At this moment.

Standing across the net, the two people were looking at each other. The fighting momentum and the soul-stirring coldness began to intertwine, and the cold ice flames began to spread directly to the entire audience.

Let everyone watching this scene.

They all began to swallow uncontrollably.

At this time.

Kikumaru, who has always been lively and optimistic, looked at Atobe and Kitagawa Sora, shuddered, and couldn't help but speak.

"Hiss~~~"

"What a scary meow~~~"

"By the way, the two of them won't fight, right?"

Immediately, before anyone could answer, Kikumaru looked at Inui Sadaharu.

"By the way, A Gan, I remember that I saw it at your place. There should be people practicing swordsmanship in Beichuan, right?"

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"If that's the case, then it's no problem. We should be able to beat that Atubo to the ground."

Kikumaru's somewhat off-the-cuff words made everyone feel as if a flock of crows were flying by.

Good guy.

There are also real fights coming out.

Oishi couldn't help but look at Kikumaru with a black look on his face.

"Eiji!"

"Even if there is a duel or something, it will definitely be with tennis balls. What are you thinking?"

immediately.

Looking at Kikumaru who was beginning to be washed by Oishi's 'words of instruction', everyone burst into laughter.

...

On the field.

The two looked at each other without any flinching or avoidance.

In silence.

Kitagawa Sora's gaze said everything.

——It’s not a question of whether you look down on me or not, it’s just that you are really good now!

This time.

Atobe was completely offended.

The monarch's dignity must not be desecrated!

...

Da~da~da~

Come to the teeing position on the other side of the court.

Amidst the sound of batting, Atobe's eyes, which began to exude a cold feeling, stared closely at Kitagawa Sora.

He was angered.

Those proud eyes that can see through everything.

Begin to gain insight!

brush!

Throw the ball and take off.

Bang!

With a loud bang.

The serve was even more powerful than the one just now, and with Atobe's anger, it went straight to the right field.

Looking at Atobe in this state, Kitagawa Sora nodded secretly in his heart.

That’s how it should be!

brush!

The next moment.

At a glance, Sora Kitagawa directly analyzed the trajectory and landing point of this serve.

A catapult started, directly locking the return position.

呲呲~~~

Bang!

The soles of the shoes rub against the ground.

With the help of the side pull of his body, he pulled the tennis ball back with a sharp blow.

Target landing point.

Backcourt, bottom line, court corner.

A diagonal passing ball directly blocked Atobu's rhythm of going to the net again.

"hateful!"

The ball speed is very fast and the angle is very tricky.

From his current position, he had no time to intercept, so he had to turn around at a 45-degree angle and run towards the corner of the field.

Bang!

Jibu, who was running extremely fast, rushed to the position, turned around and pulled back, hitting the tennis ball back.

and.

This is a straight shot.

In other words, aim at the empty corner of the right half.

Kitagawa Sora, who gave way to the other side, also started running.

This is Atobe's response.

He, Mr. Atobe, would not fall into Sora Kitagawa's trap and could only run back and forth to save the ball.

"Beichuan!"

"Since you want to block my access to the net, take corner kicks in the left and right fields."

"Then come with me and run!"

brush!

呲呲~~~

immediately.

The soles of the two people's shoes began to rub against each other on the court.

The figure of the Mercedes-Benz presents a left and right mirror image.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

...

One ball, another ball, another ball.

fight back!

Corner!

Transfer!

Benz!

In the gradually stunned expressions of everyone.

Two people on the court.

A very high-level fight began!

"That's a lie!"

"This level of fighting..."

"We are still in junior high school, right?"

"This is the king of Hyokui and the master of Seigaku!!!"

“So scary!!!”

...

Chapter 111 You can’t even last twenty minutes