The Rebirth of the Net King

Chapter 516 The Son of God

"Singles three turned out to be Zhong He? That brat has suffered a lot!"

"Don't underestimate this middle school student, he is known as the Son of God in the middle school world."

"Son of God? What a big tone! Nakagawa is a tennis robot that would make Mrs. Yakuza cry in fright. He is more than enough to deal with a junior high school student!"

The high school students onlookers talked a lot after seeing the two on stage.

Although many freshmen and sophomores have some impressions of Yukimura, they are not sure whether there is a gap between junior high school students and high school students.

Compared with the title of Son of God in their impression, they have a clearer understanding of the strength of the tennis robot Nakagawa Kaidou.

The opponent defeated countless challengers who climbed up from the back court within two months.

"The game has started, a one-set decision, and Hanwaidao's serve in Court No. [-]!"

Click. Click.
Nakagawa Neidou mechanically stretched his whole body on the bottom line, and his bones made crackling sounds.

"Hey, hey, what is this guy doing?"

Kirihara Chi also said loudly.

"I heard that this guy's nickname is Tennis Robot, but now he looks like a robot."

Mushou said lightly.

"No one can be the opponent of President Yukimura! No matter what kind of robot or devil he is!"

Kirihara was full of confidence in Yukimura.

After all, the president of his family is the son of God!

boom!
After adjusting the state of his body, Nakagawa Uwaidou swung his racket brazenly. His movements were meticulous, so standard that he could no longer mark them.

For the players in the camp, their foundation is naturally very solid.

Yukimura stepped forward, raised his arm and firmly blocked the ball.

Then with a flick of the racket, a golden light beam filled with fierce aura flew back backwards.

boom!
boom!
Then, the two started an amazing duel on the bottom line.

"As expected of a tennis robot, it can hit so many shots from the left and right corners in a row."

"And the landing points are all in the same position!"

The middle school students raised their brows, but they were a little surprised.

It is not easy to be able to achieve this level of precision in the wrestling with Yukimura.

The middle school students here are a little surprised, and the high school students over there are also a little surprised.

It was within their expectation that Zhonghe could achieve this level, but they were a little surprised that the junior high school student was able to achieve the same precise pitch as Zhonghe.

That's right!

Yukimura's counterattacks also landed precisely on a point in the left and right corners, without any flaws.

"Game, Nakawawaido, 15:0."

boom!
boom!
"Game, Yukimura Seiichi, 15:15."

The time for the alternation of scores is very lengthy, and the wrestling between these two people still makes people feel a bit boring after a long time.

"Hey! I said Yukimura, what are you writing about! Don't let people look down on us!"

Atobe, who likes gorgeousness the most, can't bear this kind of boring confrontation, and such mechanical pulling is simply boring to him.

Obviously has the ability to end the game, Atobe doesn't know why Yukimura wants to ink with the opponent there.

"Okay, really"

Yukimura replied with a helpless smile as he hit Nakagawa's volley again.

They discussed it at the battle meeting before the game, and everyone agreed that Yukimura would take the lead.

When it's the turn of Ma Wei, Yukimura's tennis will undoubtedly be more impactful.

"How dare you get distracted in a game with me? You are too arrogant, brat!"

Seizing the moment of Yukimura's answer, Nakagowaiichi took a step forward and reached out to stabilize his figure.

boom!
Super Half Volley!
That burly body had extraordinary natural strength, and the ball that exploded suddenly fell down like a cannonball.

"This is called self-confidence, senior!"

Yukimura smiled softly, pulled the racket in front of him and swept it out from his waist.

boom!
Half volley against half volley.

This wave is called tit for tat.

"Hmph! You have some skills!"

Zhonghe's burly body blocked the trajectory of the ball, and his large-scale kicking action made people look sideways.

"what!"

The moment the tennis ball just flew over the net, a boundless darkness descended on Nakagawa Naomi.

Zhonghe, whose eyes were darkened, waved his arm subconsciously, but the ball had already passed him by.

"Game, Yukimura Seiichi, 30:15."

The black-clothed referee glanced at the point and announced the score loudly.

"A mistake? How is this possible!"

"How could Zhonghe make a mistake? And it was such a low-level mistake?"

The high school students looked at each other in blank dismay, obviously very surprised by the fact that Zhong He's swing just missed.

"That's right, Yukimura!"

Atobe raised his head and laughed.

The middle school students all looked like they were enjoying the show, so they naturally knew what was going on.

Inside the small black house.

The Kurobe trio called out the five-dimensional analysis diagrams of Nakagawa Neiji and Yukimura.

Just before Yukimura and Nakagawa were pulling the bottom line, Kurobe and others had already updated Yukimura's preliminary five-dimensional analysis diagram through computer analysis.

"What an amazing boy, he can achieve such a five-dimensional at his age!"

Looking at the analysis chart of the computer, Kurobe said in surprise.

"It seems that the talents of Buer this year are also very good!"

Saitou smiled.

"However, what I value most is his mental power. There are not many players in the spiritual system! Especially the spiritual players who have developed themselves to this level."

Saito looked at Yukimura on the monitor screen, among all the junior high school students except Fuji, only Yukimura was the most suitable for Saito's appetite.

After all, it is reasonable for the spiritual coach to take a fancy to the spiritual players.

On the field.

Looking at Nakagawa's unbelievable expression, Yukimura smiled slightly and said, "It seems that I have deprived you of your vision!"

"What? Deprivation of vision?"

"What nonsense is this brat talking about?"

After hearing Yukimura's words, the high school students couldn't believe it. After all, things like deprivation of vision sound a bit unreal.

"You fancy Zhonghe's pupils!"

"hiss!"

However, someone soon discovered that Nakagawa's pupils seemed to lose focus. Could it be that this junior high school student really deprived Zhonghe of his vision?

"Next, I will deprive you of all senses except vision!"

At this moment, Yukimura looks very heroic, after all, this is the style of play he has cultivated since elementary school.

"What are you kidding! You little brat!"

Zhong He threw the ball angrily, even though he lost his vision, he could still beat his opponent with his muscle memory.

This is the style of his tennis robot.

But when he was about to lead the racket, he suddenly lost the touch of the racket in his hand.

"Mistake!"

The referee's voice rang in the ears of Nakagawa Naidou.

"what!"

A drop of cold sweat trickled down Nakagawa Naido's forehead.

Is it tactile again this time?

"Double fault! Seiichi Yukimura scored, 40:15."

The continuous mistakes caused a thought to flash in the hearts of the high school students present. Could it be that Nakagawa's sense of touch was also deprived?

After sight and touch, the next thing Nakagawa was deprived of was his hearing.

When the boundless darkness was combined with the deathly silence, the kind of loneliness that devoured people's hearts made Nakagawa Gaideo a little overwhelmed.

boom!
"In this round, Seiichi Yukimura scored, the score is 1:0."

boom!
boom!
"In this round, Seiichi Yukimura scored, the score is 2:0."

boom!
boom!
"In this round, Seiichi Yukimura scored, the score is 3:0."

Nakagawa, who fell into the disillusionment of five senses, was defeated by Yukimura for three games in a row. This situation made the hearts of the high school students present feel a bit of coolness.

Are the current middle school students already this perverted?
(End of this chapter)