The Rebirth of the Net King

Chapter 29
The milky white cyclone rose from the soles of Tezuka's feet, surrounded his body, and then circled behind his head, condensing into seven colors.

"It really deserves to be the best! This game requires 42 balls!"

Tezuka threw the tennis ball and said loudly.

Tezuka's words made the crowd frowned, not knowing what Tezuka meant by 42 balls.

But with the indistinguishable posture, it seems that something extraordinary is about to happen.

boom!
The tennis ball was shot at a high speed, and Fuji's figure flashed, and he had already arrived at the landing point of the ball, and he was ready to hit the ball.

After playing a few balls with Tezuka, Fuji noticed the difference in Tezuka.

Tezuka, who has turned on his talent, is like a chess player, and every ball has a deep meaning.

Although each ball is not complicated, when Fuji wants to fight back, he finds that there are faint shackles waiting for him in countless places ahead.

boom!
Two figures shuttled back and forth on the court!

The pleasant sound of hitting the ball resounded through the audience!
boom!
Fuer sprints to the net after returning the ball!
However, Tezuka had been prepared for a long time, with a precise lob, he hit the ball steadily to the bottom line behind Budu.

The wind was blowing under Buer's feet, he turned around, and abruptly caught up with the ball, but because of his posture, the power of the ball was not very strong, so the height of the bounce was not high.

Tezuka quickly moved to the center line, the racket pressed down lightly, and everything went sideways!
"This is the No.40 two ball!"

The tennis ball rolled to the ground, whirled and spun a few times before slowly rolling back to the net.

Zero short ball!

The expressions of Oishi and the others changed suddenly, and Tezuka's previous sentence of 42 balls suddenly sounded.

"Isn't this a coincidence?"

"That's right, it must have just happened to happen!"

"How could such a thing happen!"

The rest of the members whispered, but Dashi and Gan and the others knew very well that this might not be a coincidence.

Swish!
Tezuka threw the tennis ball again and shouted, "56 balls."

The onlookers watched Tezuka and Fuji fight fiercely on the field, and they were dazzled. Every goal was as exciting as a textbook.

"As expected of Tezuka!"

Fuji raised his head, deeply feeling the pressure from Tezuka.

Tezuka, under the blessing of his talent, has completely changed his tennis style.

Nothing too fancy, everything stays true to basics, seemingly innocuous, but when the final blow comes, it's as deadly as a thunderbolt.

"Game, Tezuka, 30-15."

"The next ball is 82 balls!"

Tezuka served again, and the sound of hitting the ball resounded again.

"Tezuka, is this... definitely a preview?"

Dashi said in surprise.

"That's what it looks like!"

Gan continued to record the information while talking.

"If that's the case, then who can win against Tezuka!" Kikumaru's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

Gan said again: "It is true that my every move is within the expectations of the opponent, which will also cause great pressure on the players' hearts, but I believe that Bu Er will definitely find a way."

"No, what are you planning?"

After successfully scoring three goals, Tezuka kept thinking about it.

He didn't believe that Bu Er would be helpless in the face of his talent.

However, as long as there is one more goal, the game will be won, and Tezuka will naturally not give up.

boom!
Tezuka hit the tennis ball again, uttering a sentence: "One hundred and eight balls!"

boom!
Facing Tezuka's absolute notice, Fuji did not panic, and his expression remained the same as before, and he was still responding to Tezuka's attack in a well-regulated way!
"Game, Tezuka, 1:0."

"Game, Tezuka, 2:0."

"Game, Tezuka, 4:0."

As the number of rounds continues to rise, it seems that the victory is still gradually tilting towards Tezuka.

"No way, even if it's not two, is there nothing you can do about it?"

Everyone outside the field was shocked to see Tezuka attacking three rounds in a row.

Even with unmatched strength, he was unable to compete with his talents, and everyone once again had a new understanding of the three sects of selflessness.

"Fu Er, what are you waiting for? Why don't you make a move? Your strength should be more than that, right?"

Tezuka asked suspiciously.

Although he has absolute confidence in the absolute prediction of the talent, but even after a lot of hard work, he can't pose a threat to Fuji. There is no reason why the talent, which is also one of the three sects of Wuwotang, can make Fuji helpless.

"I've already made a move, Tezuka! Didn't you notice?"

Fuji said with a smile, a sharp light flashed in his blue eyes.

"what!"

Tezuka's heart was shocked, and he knew that the uneasiness in his heart was not without reason.

Bu Er must have made a move somewhere, so where exactly is it!

"23 goals!"

Before he had time to think about it, Tezuka entered the data of Fuji in his mind again, simulated the game, and then threw the tennis ball.

boom!
boom!
The match between the two of them was extremely fierce.

Bueryi changed his previous regular style of play, became sharper, and returned the ball from a more tricky angle.

Tezuka, on the other hand, is the same as ever, with superb skills and delicate experience, perfectly showing the tennis envisioned in his mind.

Swish!
Fuji made an emergency stop and hit the ball vigorously, hitting the ball in the opposite direction of Tezuka.

The tennis ball was hit straight to the sideline. From the eyes of everyone, Tezuka seemed to be unable to catch up with this ball.

But Tezuka was already prepared for this exquisite backhand drive. Before Fuji had yet to drive the ball, he was already like a seasoned hunter, seeing through the actions of his prey.

Step out with both feet, walk like the wind, and catch up with this return ball.

"This is No.20 three goals!"

Tezuka, who was catching up with the tennis ball, said loudly, then raised his racket, and made a gesture of vigorously pumping the ball.

boom!
The ball was accurately hit by Tezuka to Fuji's dead corner, and everyone cheered for Tezuka's exquisite counterattack.

But at this moment, the corners of Bu Er's mouth suddenly turned up, revealing a playful smile.

"Tezuka, this ball will go out of bounds!"

Everyone looked towards the sideline, and sure enough, as what Fuji said, Tezuka's ball went out of bounds!
"How is this possible? With Tezuka's ball control ability, this ball should not go out of bounds!"

Dashi asked suspiciously.

Gan Ze pushed his glasses and said: "It seems that Buer has done something, let's take a good look, the competition will start now!"

"This time, it's 34 goals!"

boom!
Tezuka served again, and the two ran back and forth in the field, and soon came to the No.30 four-ball.

"Touch the net! 0-30."

Tezuka's absolute prediction failed again.

Tezuka's face still had the expression that hadn't changed for thousands of years. He wiped his forehead lightly, stretched out his right hand, and the sweat couldn't stop flowing down.

This unusual amount of sweat made Tezuka seem to understand something at once.

"Looks like you've figured it out, Tezuka!"

Bu Er's blue eyes were bent into a circular arc, and he said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)