The Rebirth of the Net King

Chapter 224
"The wind today~~ is very noisy!"

The sunshine of December in Paris sprinkled golden light.

Like golden whips, it drives away the flying clouds and mist, and reflects the beauty bathed in the sun like a god.

"coming!"

Irie narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

As his words fell, a wave of spiritual power began to spread along the field from Zi Budu.

Swish!
When Bueryi threw the ball, everyone's eyes were fixed on the tennis ball that was slowly flying upwards.

When Fuji's line of sight merged with the sun in the sky, there was a surge of wind and clouds in an instant, and a terrifying momentum swept from Fuji's body in all directions, even the surrounding air was overturned.

Boom!
There seemed to be an ancient Hanshan temple next to Camus' ears.

On the top of the mountain where the temple is located, there is a long bell ringing in the empty valley, which is clear and distant.

All of a sudden, Camus who was immersed in it was awakened.

However, when Camus came back to his senses, Fuji had already finished his serve and walked towards the other side of the serve area.

In a tennis match, the first ball of each round is served from behind the end line on the right side, and after a point is scored or lost, it needs to be served from the left side.

When Camus and the referee saw that Buer was walking straight towards the left area, they turned their heads and looked behind Camus.

"What! What time is this!!!"

Camus turned his head and saw a yellow tennis ball lying there quietly.

"I said referee, aren't you ready to count the score?"

Standing behind the left end line, with his toes crushing the raised gravel on the ground, Fuji smiled and said to the referee on the high chair.

"Uh... ok... ok!"

"A…ACE, Neons, 15-0."

The referee nodded embarrassingly. After receiving the signal from the referee of the camera team, he swallowed and reported the score.

Camus also moved back a little half a step. He thought it was a super-high-speed serve similar to Ochi Moonlight's Mach serve.

To deal with super high-speed serve, you need to reserve more room for yourself to react.

"Ok?"

However, it was another kind of illusion that seemed to be in another world. It was just the time when the eyes were closed and opened, and Camus saw that Fuji had returned to the right end line again.

Sure enough, when Camus turned his head, a golden tennis ball lay quietly there, exactly the same as before.

"How is this going?"

Camus frowned, feeling something was wrong.

No matter how fast Bu Er's ball is, it's impossible for him to be so fast that he doesn't even have time to react.

This is Camus's confidence in himself. It is impossible for someone's ball speed to break through his dynamic vision.

"Hahaha! Look at the other party's expression!"

Tohno Atsukyo laughed.

The supernova of the French team and the four talented high school students are nothing more than that.

"To shut up!"

Byodoin glanced over, and Tohno stopped abruptly.

During the three years that Makinoto followed Byodoin, Tono Atsukyo had already formed a natural reaction.

Byodoin, Oni Jujiro, Taneshima and Irie stood at the front of the Neon team's player area.

In this game, even they don't know how it will develop.

But what is certain is that this is definitely the most exciting and intense match of this World Cup Open so far.

"ACE! Neons, 40:0.":
"ACE! Neons, 1:0."

"Both sides change game!"

In the blink of an eye, Fuji won his serve.

Camus didn't even touch the ball in the whole round, which made many Frenchmen feel unacceptable.

"How is this possible!"

"Camus was defeated in a round so quickly?!!!"

Especially the rest of the French team is unbelievable.

They couldn't be more aware of Camus's strength. The first-year player of the Neon team actually took four consecutive ACEs and took a round from Camus' hands?

Oh my god!

This is not true, is it?

The people outside the arena were shocked, but the people inside were a little calm.

Camus gently stroked his racket and put it to his ear.

"Um"

"I see."

Camus whispered softly.

His "lover" has already told him the mystery of Buer's ball.

The golden hair danced with the wind, and Camus' eyes were full of ripples like water waves.

He took out a tennis ball and put it on his lips and kissed it lightly.

"I love you~~ my dear~~"

As Camus's voice fell, behind him, a huge peach heart appeared!

The pink radiance then shone across the audience, causing the spectators in the frontcourt and other personnel of the two teams to be a little bit dumbfounded!
"This is!!! the limit of seamlessness?"

This somewhat familiar brilliance made Sanada immediately recall the match with Tezuka.

Isn't this the brilliance that emanates from the body after opening the seamless clothes?

To be precise, it should be the radiance of love in the light of restraint!

"No it's not perfect!"

Tezuka shook his head. As the initiator of Seamless, he is undoubtedly one of the people who know Seamless in the field best.

Although the pink radiance emanating from Camus's body is indeed somewhat similar to the seamless radiance, there is still an essential difference between the two.

Although the brilliance of Camus is also based on "love", but different from the brilliance of love, Camus' "love" is another evolutionary route.

That is love across species!
Camus threw the ball, and the pink light on his body shone a little again.

Fuji nodded slightly, feeling his own lethargy, is this the ability of Camus?
It turned out to be similar to Perfect Clothes.

boom!
Camus bent his knees, bowed his legs, led the racket behind him, and then swung it out heavily.

There was a crisp sound of hitting the ball, and the tennis ball disappeared from everyone's eyes like lightning.

"So fast!"

Atobe couldn't help being surprised when he saw Camus's serve. With his eyesight, he almost lost the track of the tennis ball.

The high school students of the Neon team were also a little shocked. Is this the strength of the French team's supernova?
The four Byodoin in the front row were not too surprised, after all, the opponent was Leopold Camus.

Known as one of the four great talents in European tennis, the French supernova Camus.

It is also a matter of course to have this kind of strength.

Boom!
Accompanied by the dull sound of the tennis ball hitting the ground, the buffer of the red soil made the speed of the ball drop slightly, and the people around could barely see the tennis ball.

Tatata!
Still with a smile on his face, Bu Er appeared behind the tennis ball with a few twitches.

A racket in hand.

Hit hard when the tennis ball bounces to its highest point.

Bang!
The same clear sound of hitting the ball sounded, and the tennis ball galloped towards Camus without the slightest intention of stopping.

laugh!
laugh!
This ball, with an astonishing spin, left a wisp of green smoke on the ground after it landed.

"What an amazing spin!"

Camus frowned. He was a little surprised by the junior high school student's accomplishments in spinning.

Camus' figure disappeared instantly.

When it appeared again, it had already appeared at the landing point of the tennis ball.

There are generally two ways to deal with strong topspin. One is to hit the ball during the rising period, that is, to hit back when the ball just bounces, and the other is to retreat and wait for the ball to become lower before hitting.

What Camus rotated was the first type, the rising period of playing.

Bang!
When the tennis ball just bounced up to his waist, Camus held the racket horizontally and pushed it forward.

The sound of the racket colliding with the tennis ball spread around.

call out!
The tennis ball flew towards Bu Er as quickly as an arrow off the string.

Bu Er's icy blue eyes were completely opened, and the coat on his body began to dance without wind.

"Phoenix phoenix phoenix tree!"

Buer took the lead in making moves, opened his body, and used all his strength from the high point of the racket.

A phoenix crows for nine days, and in Camus' eyes, a fiery red phoenix flutters its wings and flies low.

The flames burned everything, and when the Phoenix disappeared, the tennis ball had already slipped out of bounds from his feet.

"Game, Neons, 15:0."

(End of this chapter)