Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 104 The Age of Gods Treated This Game as a Game (First Order)

"It's finally here, the singles match between Shendailan and Yamabuki's ace." The main election of the major countries who were almost drowsy on the sidelines lifted their spirits.

"Qianshi is pure, nicknamed lucky Qianshi, likes to talk about lucky, once passed the youth trials, has excellent dynamic strength, and is good at handball is a high-level tiger cannon." Gan opened his notes, found information about Qianshi, and slowly Slow down.

"But because he believes too much in luck, his growth rate is not satisfactory." Liu Lianer added.

"But he is still Yamabuki's strongest singles player."

"Oh, I didn't expect this guy to be the first one in singles. I'm really unlucky." Qianshi gripped the tennis string and complained. In his line of sight, Shendailan was already standing on the playing field, and a feeling of suffocation came over his face.

"This guy is so scary." He tightened his grip on the tennis string.

"Go, Qianshi, we must play a wonderful game." At present, Yamabuki has fallen behind 0-4, and the first round is determined, and the mood of the main players is relaxed.

"Let them see how powerful we are."

"Give it a go."

"Shua." Under Zhu Shaoshijie's gaze, Qianshi jumped up low, raised the tennis racket with his left hand, and buckled it hard like a smash.

"Shua." The tennis racket finished spinning and landed before it.

Does the metaphysical attribute of luck really exist, and does it even affect a game beforehand?

However, the ball brushed Qian Shi's face and passed.

"Kamidailan, you really look like a god of death. You just stand there as a spectator, and you don't have the feeling of wanting to escape." Qian took a deep breath, calming down the fierceness in his heart, and murmured.

Why do I keep you at the bottom line?
The chance of that shot hitting the face should be under 40.00%.

Under the expectant eyes of his partners, Qianshi scratched his head and walked into the field.

"15-0." The referee's voice trembled slightly.

Whether Qianshi was determined or not, he immediately went towards the ball, took small steps, stepped on the ground hard, and swung his left hand out.

"The movement of my swing." The arm in the line of sight was slightly left behind, causing tired eyes and stinging pain. Before Qianshi could react, the sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground came through his side.

Even if Yamabuki loses, you still have to show your style in the first game, everyone will be watching.

I can keep it! !

Beads of sweat dripped from Qianshi Qingchun's forehead, his lips were pursed, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

When the tennis ball falls to a certain low level, I shake the racket out.

I don't have excellent insight, and maybe I can't predict the direction of the ball based on Shendailan's movements, so that I can take the initiative.

"The ball will bounce when it hits the ground, and it will go backward along the ground. It just doesn't hit back after it hits the ground!" After Qianshi took a small step, his figure took on a phantom. After the tennis ball hit the ground, he swung the racket accurately .

The answer is obviously no.

What's going on, why aren't your hands shaking a bit.

"15-0."

"That posture is the phoenix returning to the nest?" Qianshi, who had watched the video, immediately recognized the posture of Lan Shendailan's hitting the ball.

"Bang." The tennis ball turned into a streamer and flew out of the field at his feet.

When the ball hits the racket, the force transmitted is as weak as I imagined, but not strong.

"Toss the tennis ball vigorously. When the ball is at the lowest point, the body jumps up and hits the ball in the form of a smash. That kind of ball will only have no strength and speed, let alone the strength of part of the body. Such a serve cannot be understood as a heavy artillery. A person with a slightly stronger physique can't even hit back."

"Papa." The entire venue was noisy, except for the sound of Qianshi hitting a tennis ball.

"That guy, do you regard the game as a game?" Qian Shi caressed his face blankly, only feeling shuddering.
"boom."

Are you afraid?

"Front." Qu Shuangpiao picked up the tennis racket: "It seems that his luck is really wrong, I hope your luck can help him win the game."

"Hey, his bad luck seems really wrong, the ball didn't even hit his face." Shendailan's surprised voice came to his ears.

"The director of Fudo Peak, Kandai Lan, I heard that your tennis is very dangerous, please be merciful, you choose the right one."

The ball was thrown very low, causing exclamations from the sidelines.

Ever since watching the anime, Kandai Lan has been deeply curious about Sengoku's lucky attribute.

After the two sides stand still, the referee announces the end of the game.

After finishing speaking, Komodai Lan revealed a malicious smile.

At the moment when the ball hit the ground and bounced, a red tennis racket had not yet been quietly printed on its inevitable trajectory.

Because I understand that if you want to score, you have to do what you want.

"Tch." The tennis ball spun wildly, and under Qianshi's astonished gaze, it crossed a strange angle, skipped his face, and flew down into the sky.

Throwing the tennis ball too low is likely to cause posture distortion and even serve errors.

"The worst thing is for him to stay at the bottom line and play with you." In the sun, Shendailan showed a harmful smile for humans and animals.

Lucky Thousand Stones, indeed the name is false.

"You're so lucky, maybe you can find my strength." Qian Shi's eyes became hot, and he threw the ball low.

"That's not the murderous look of a tennis player. It's hard to imagine the pressure Qianshi is under when confronting Shendailan head-on." Liu Lianqi added.

"Did that ball bounce under the racket towards your face?" Qian Shi narrowed his eyes, and caressed his face without any lingering fear, and there was a slight tingling feeling from here.

When the tennis ball collided with the racket, it seemed to burst into a shock wave, and then shot towards Shendailan like a shell.

The moment the tennis ball flew out, I ran towards the back of the net.

I think my strength is such a seven, even if I lost so badly, if I am also bad, where will I go?

With a serious expression on his face, Qian Shi returned to the serving point with doubts in his heart.

Jindailan took a step forward, lowered the racket with his left hand slightly, and pulled it out forcefully in the posture of cutting the ball.

When hitting that cool volley, Kandai Lan deliberately applied a spin that almost turned towards the face.

"It's really bad and boring, let's serve slowly." Shen Dailan returned to the back position with the racket on his shoulders, and said forward.

"What's going on?" With such doubts, Qianshi hit the ball back, but saw that Qu Shuangpiao was still standing loosely, waiting for the ball to arrive.

"Qianshi, I'll let you see how lucky he is."

"Lucky Sengoku, I heard that you are very lucky, so let me see it." Komyo Lan looked at Sengoku with a smile, with the tennis racket in his hand facing the ground: "Front or minus?"

If a person does not move the center of gravity of the body forward after throwing the ball, the thrown ball will naturally fly to the front of the body.

Qianshi's eyes turned forward and he threw the ball up.

"It's Dongfeng's minister, Shendailan, who is good at playing the game. He defeated Qi Zhousuke 6-0." Shendailan's message flashed in Qianshi's mind.

With the creed of scientific verification, Qu Shuangpiao intends to continue to test the metaphysics of Qianshi's luck.

"Shua." The tennis ball headed towards Qianshi's half court at a bottom angle.

and so.

But did that hand serve really work for Jindailan?
"At the beginning, I was selected into the Neon Youth Team with my cannonball." Gan Xuxie said.

"Bang." The tennis ball immediately flew back towards the path it came from.

(End of this chapter)