Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 187 Shuji Taneshima: I Still Underestimate You, No.0
"Broken Road 31: Red Cannon."

"Boom!" The moment Jindai Lan threw the tennis ball and buckled it down, the tennis ball turned into a ball of fire, bursting out with dazzling hot light and flames, and shot towards Shuji Taneshima.

Shuuji Taneshima's pupils reflected a glare of fire. His expression was calm and calm, and he took a step forward with his left foot, accumulating terrifying power. When the tennis ball hit the ground, a ripple of flames swayed from the ground, and the boiling heat wave spread, but Taneshima Xiu Er's feet were firmly on the ground, without any influence at all.

The air wave blew Shuji Tanejima's hair, and the oncoming heat wave made his breath burn.

"Being able to embody flames so realistically is worthy of being No.0!"

Shuji Taneshima raised his racket.

"Bang." The fireball exploded on the racket, and sparks flew everywhere, revealing the yellow tennis ball inside.

"What a powerful rotation and impact!" Shuji Tanejima showed surprise in his eyes, and his wrist was bent backward exaggeratedly.

"Hiss." He took a deep breath and exerted a second force.

"Bang." The tennis ball was spinning towards Shendailan.

"Bang." The next moment, the tennis ball flew back at an even faster speed.

The two started a high-speed duel, and the tennis ball kept flying between the two.

This ball was very anxious, and it was difficult to win.

"His foundation is still solid, and his physical fitness is also very strong. He doesn't look like a junior high school student at all." The first army looked fearful and dignified.

They naturally knew that Shuji Taneshima hadn't gone all out, and he hadn't even used his good skills.

However, Shendailan was obviously hiding his clumsiness.

"It's not enough to become No.0 with these alone."

"It's just warming up now."

Unlike the first army, the high school students with insufficient strength all looked shocked.

"Too strong, is he really a middle school student?"

"Becoming No.0 as a middle school student, is he still human?"

"Senior Xiu Er can't take advantage of him at all."

In their eyes, Shuji Taneshima has been suppressed.

And it is.

Shuji Tanejima became more and more frightened as he fought.

Ever since the Red Cannon, Shendailan hadn't used any ghosts, but this was even more terrifying.

First of all, Shendailan's breathing is always steady.It seemed that no matter what the counterattack was, he couldn't shift his state.

Then, every ball of Shendailan has a wonderful spin and strength.

Every time, I just get stuck in a position and timing that I am more uncomfortable with.

Air currents, wind, posture, and even breathing are all part of the mix.

Can you imagine the feeling of just exhaling your breath, and the next second the tennis speed changes and comes to you?
And when he exerted his strength, Shendailan would disrupt his deployment with a cut or lob, and then suddenly increase his speed.

Shuji Tanejima felt like punching cotton.

His tennis rhythm has been a little out of order.

He put away the last trace of contempt in his heart.

He understands that this No.0 is worthy of its name.

"Hey, the warm-up is almost done. I fell asleep after hitting like this." At this time, Shendailan hit the ball back again and yawned.

"Sleepy, so arrogant." There was a commotion outside the venue.

Hearing this, Shuji Taneshima raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his voice was full of confidence:

"It seems to be almost the same."

"Humph!" The next moment, his body exploded with a powerful aura.

"Bang." The tennis ball spun and flew towards Lan Shendai, the shock wave on it rippled.

"The strength has increased by at least 50%." For the first time, Shendailan's wrist was slightly bent backwards.

It is enough to see the strength of this ball.

"The strength of the U17 first army is much higher than that of the national class. Is this interesting?" Shen Dailan adjusted slightly, recovered his wrist and posture, and slammed the ball back.

"So easy?" Shuji Taneshima frowned, took a step forward suddenly, pulled his right hand behind him, and pulled it out fiercely.

"Shua." The tennis ball disappeared in a flash, and it came to Shendailan in the blink of an eye.

"Have you tried your best? If so."

"The Eighth Rebuke of the Way of Binding."

The airflow condenses on the racket, and when the tennis ball enters, the force is counteracted, and it flies back unremarkably.

"What's the matter? The tennis ball seems to have been tampered with when it entered the racket, and the spin disappeared." Shuji Taneshima keenly sensed something was wrong, but the tennis ball had already come in front of him, so he could only swing the racket helplessly.

"How could it be so light? Oops!" Due to the strength of the previous counterattack, he subconsciously thought that the ball would be heavy, so he exerted a heavy force, which also caused the incoming tennis ball to fly out of bounds.

"30-0."

"Have you seen it? The Binding Dao Rebuke can not only dissolve the spin, but also change the strength of the tennis ball." Tono Atsukyo said solemnly.

"Have you noticed that the characteristics of this skill seem familiar?" Daqu Long nodded.

"Ji Mie Wu is the same as Xiu Er's Ji Mie Wu, turning everything into nothingness."

"As expected of No.0, there are several brushes."

"It seems to be getting more and more interesting." Shuji Taneshima put away his surprised expression, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Have you not used Ji Mie Wu yet? It seems that we are going to put some pressure on it." Shendai Lan's eyes flickered, and he threw the ball up.

"Broken Way 54: Waste Flame."

"Bang." The tennis ball shot out quickly, and at the moment it flew over the net, there was a loud bang, and the tennis ball burst into a ball of diffuse flames, just like grabbing a ball of loose sand and throwing it out. The same scattered in the line of sight, completely blocking the track of the tennis ball.

"I've seen it, this ball!" Shuji Tanejima's eyes were more focused than ever, with the soles of his feet firmly on the ground, twisting his waist and abdomen, the racket had already been printed on the only way for tennis.

"Hey." Heat waves and flames rushed towards the face, covering the fearless Shuji Taneshima.

"It hurts." With a scream, the tennis ball passed over the racket, hit the court, and flew out of bounds.

"40-0."

"Hiss." Shuji Taneshima covered his arms with a shocked expression on his face.

Just as he was swinging the racket, he felt the pain of being scorched by the fire in his arm, which caused his posture to deform and missed the ball.

He hurriedly rolled up his sleeves, only to find that there were no traces of burns at all.

"Spiritual skills?" Yijun frowned.

"Interesting, the spirit brings a burning feeling and deforms the opponent's movements. At the same time, the waste inflammation can cover the tennis ball." Akuto Mitsuya nodded secretly: "However, this kind of tennis can only be caught by surprise, and at most one point can be scored."

"I admit, I still underestimated you. As expected of No.0, your skills are very weird." Shuji Taneshima raised his head seriously, and looked at Lan Jindai: "But in the future, I will not give you another chance."

"Is Xiu Er going to use himself to destroy everything?" The people outside the venue cheered up.

"Very good, then I'll be a little more serious." Komyolan smiled slightly.

"as you wish!"

"Broken Way 54: Waste Flame."

"Hey!" Flames erupted in front of the tennis ball.

"Huh." Shuji Taneshima exhaled slowly, and when he turned his wrist, a faint white light appeared.

The originally menacing flame disappeared from sight in an instant as if the exit button had been clicked, leaving only an ordinary tennis ball without spinning.

There is nothing left.

(End of this chapter)