The Rebirth of the Net King

Chapter 294
"Heh! You want to defeat us with such a broken body?"

"It's too naive!"

Bismarck laughed loudly, and his hands were merciless.

Powerful topspin serve, hitting the ball deep into the bottom line and going straight to the net.

He wants to be in front of the net with Belk and crush the Byodoin Court.

"Come on! Hit your home run!"

In Bismarck's view, Duke, who has an unbalanced mentality, will definitely use his unique home run to fight back against this ball.

Bismarck watched Duke's movements closely. He not only wanted to crush the House of Equality, but also severely crushed Duke.

However, Duke did not lose his mind as Bismarck thought. He did not choose to hit a home run.

Because Duke knows very well that a home run may not work.

What he has to do now is to minimize the pressure on the House of Equality to fight back.

Boom!
The racket flicked from bottom to top.

The tennis ball flew over the net, over the heads of Belk and Bismarck, in a very high parabola.

"what!"

Bismarck was shocked, Duke was so calm, he forced himself back to the bottom line with a baseline lob.

Bismarck had no choice but to turn around and sprint back. He jumped up and hit the ball with his backhand, and hit the ball back at the shoulder.

"Spanish Bullfighting!"

Byodoin jumped up and swung his racket.

Although this ball is still powerful, in Belk's view, its power is not as good as before.

"Oh! How long can your body last?"

Belk looked at the Byodoin Temple opposite, and while speaking, he bent his arms sideways and raised them upwards.

"The Baptism of the Vortex!"

The tennis ball hit Byodoin's racket with an amazing spin.

pat!

In an instant, the racket fell from Byodoin's hands.

Rotating like a vortex, Byodoin's body at this time could no longer easily resist.

"hateful!"

Byodoin's face was very pale at this time, sweat was beading off his forehead, and the wound on his back had completely soaked the inner clothes.

In Byodoin's heart, hatred filled his chest.

Once in hell, Byodoin swore in hell that he would bring neon tennis to the top of the world.

He absolutely cannot allow the fate of the Neon team to fall into his own hands.

It is this obsession to victory, this domineering arrogance that conquers everything, that made Byodoin crawl back from hell.

"There seems to be something wrong with Byodoin of the Neon team?"

At this time, the audience also noticed the abnormality in Byodoin, especially the audience in the front row, they could see the state of Byodoin more clearly at this time.

"What's going on? How did the Court of Justice become like this?"

"It seems that Byodoin was seriously injured during the group stage."

"No wonder, no wonder he didn't play in the previous knockout rounds."

"With such an injury, why would the Neon team send Byodoin to the game?"

"Aside from Byodoin, who else in the Neon team is qualified to fight Kurmanstein Berk?"

The audience looked at Byodoin in shock. Did this man, who has been entangled with the German general until now, have such a serious injury on his body?

Byodoin Phoenix is ​​worthy of the name of the leader of the Neon team.

……

On the court, Byodoin seemed to have completely forgotten the pain in his back. Even though his forehead was dripping with sweat, he still persisted.

boom!
Bismarck bowed his legs and lashed, and the tennis ball rushed straight towards Byodoin with a fierce momentum.

The muscles of Byodoin's right hand suddenly flexed and he swung the racket.

"Indian snake charmer!"

boom!
With a low cry from Byodoin Temple, the golden snake danced wildly.

The zigzag trajectory flashed across the air, swaying everyone's sights.

While everyone was still looking for the tennis track, Belk's figure suddenly appeared on the tennis track.

boom!
Belk raised his racket excitedly, and hit the tennis ball hard.

The moment the racket hit the tennis ball, there was a loud bang out of thin air.

The air waves from the mutual collisions overturned the surrounding air, and Belk's right hand kept shaking.

The power of this ball was astonishing. Through the impact of the racket, a large pothole appeared behind Belk.

The softness of the clay court makes the power of tennis more vividly displayed.

"I really didn't expect that at this time, you can still hit such a shot!"

Belk said lightly in his mouth: "But how many times can you hit this kind of shot?!"

After all, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he aimed at the blind corner of Byodoin Temple and lashed away.

call out!
The tennis ball that skimmed the net flew towards the target point with an unstoppable momentum.

"Hmph! Don't underestimate me!"

Byodoin snorted disdainfully, even if he died, he would fight till the end.

Just as Byodoin's feet were about to move, behind him, a figure took a step ahead of him, striding towards the tennis ball in pursuit.

"Boss! Leave this ball to me!"

Naturally, Duke would not let Byodoin fight alone, and the agility of his strong body was unexpected.

"Duke...a home run!"

The veins on Duke's thick arms burst out, and the air waves hit Duke's strong upper body, making his upper body red and red.

The home run ripped through the air, screeching through the air.

Naturally, Bismarck could not easily block such momentum.

So Belke also appeared in front of Bismarck, leading the shot behind him.

"Germanic Chariot!"

boom!
The gun barrel was filled with gunpowder smoke, and the cannonball-like tennis ball flew towards Duke with terrifying momentum.

The German chariot played by Belk is even more powerful than Lewis.

The sharp sharp edge caused Duke's upper body to have small gaps one after another, and traces of blood oozed from the gaps.

"Duke...a home run!"

Duke gritted his teeth, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He absolutely cannot give up this goal.

"Go back to me!"

Duke threw out the tennis ball vigorously, and Belk's figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

"Germanic Chariot!"

It was another powerful flat shot, which hit Duke directly in the stomach.

Duke's sturdy body flew horizontally, and blood scattered from his mouth on the spot.

"Duke!"

"Duke!"

Everyone in the Neon team stood up immediately.

Although Duke has just been naturalized not long ago, since Duke is now fighting for the Neon team, he is their comrade-in-arms.

Naturally, they also worry about Duke.

That is, today, because Duke had a game of his own, and he was worried that Chloe would be alone in the stands, so he let Chloe stay at home.

If Chloe saw this scene, she might cry like that.

"Duke, are you alright?"

Byodoin also felt to come to Duke's side and helped him up.

"Cough...cough..."

"Boss...I'm fine..."

Duke said tremblingly that he could still fight, and he absolutely couldn't let Byodoin face the opponent's attack alone.

"The next game...leave it to me!"

Seeing Duke like this, Byodoin couldn't help saying.

Obviously, Duke can't continue to play, at least for now.

"Boss! I... cough... I can still fight!"

Duke was a little anxious, how could he just back down like this.

"I said, you will no longer be able to participate in the next game!"

The indifferent voice of Byodoin House sounded.

It was said that although Duke was unwilling, he also knew that the Byodoin Court had made up its mind.

Byodoin has never been a ruthless person.

Duke's current body, even if it is forced to hold on, it will not help much.

So Byodoin simply let him make the last fight alone, no matter whether he wins or loses, he alone bears the consequences.

What's more, since Belk can forcibly dissuade Duke, the Court of Equality can naturally do the same.

Thinking of this, Byodoin's eyes revealed a hint of danger.

(End of this chapter)