Net King: My skills come from death

Chapter 65

"30-30."

Ajiujin clutched his knees in pain, his body trembling from the severe pain.

His body has gradually become familiar with the knuckle serve.

But Kirihara's ability to seize opportunities on the opposite side is very good.

Directly use the smash to preemptively hurt Yakujin's body and affect his performance.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it, are you okay?" Kirihara looked at Akutsu condescendingly, and said apologetic words, but his tone was full of provocation.

In official competition, intentional bodily harm is not allowed.

That's why Kirihara would show an apologetic expression and tone every time he hurt someone, so the referee couldn't make a direct penalty.

This good habit finally extended to the daily game.

of course.

Kirihara didn't dare to hurt members of his Lihai University during the competition.

"You bastard." Akutsu looked angrily at the demonized Kirihara.

If it had been done in the past, the racket in his hand might have been thrown out, teaching Kirihara to be a man.

But the current Akutsu is no longer the original him.

Compared to the simple sabotage in the past, he wants to sabotage the opponent from the inside out.

Kirihara's actions awakened the dormant tyranny in his body.

"Hahahahaha." Ya Jiujin smiled instead of anger: "Interesting, very fun!"

He staggers to his feet, grabs the racket, and returns to his position, waiting for the serve.

"Bang." The tennis ball came spinning, but this time it was an ordinary serve.

"Bang." Akutsu swung his racket back, turning his knee as he swung.

In Kirihara's eyes, Akutsu froze suddenly when his knees turned, showing a painful expression.

Although the return was successful, the quality of the shot was not high.

"What's the matter? How did your counterattack become soft?" Kirihara's tone became more and more arrogant. When he saw the pause of Akutsu's body moving, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising.

His knee has been contused, and he can't exert his full strength, which is the opportunity to destroy him.

"Bang!" Kirihara grinned, took three steps towards the ball, stepped on the ground with his right foot, exerted strength with his bare foot, twisted his body, tilted the racket in front of him, and hit the ball towards Akutsu with a backhand the other half.

"Damn it!" Akutsu ran with all his might, and when his right foot stepped on the ground hard, Kirihara saw Akutsu's body stagnate again.

Apparently, the pain in his knee was already affecting his posture.

"Bang." Facing the tennis ball that came flying again, Kirihara smiled grinningly, stood on tiptoe, swung the racket out with a whistling sound, and the tennis ball immediately went towards Akutsu's left knee like a cannonball.

The red pupils were filled with excitement and joy, as if they had seen the scene where Akutsu was completely abolished.

However, to his surprise, Yakujin had already predicted his counterattack at the moment of returning the ball, exerted force on his right ankle, quickly jumped to the left, took a step behind his right foot, turned sideways, bent his left knee, and stretched his right hand behind him , full of streamlined beauty like a cheetah waiting to run.

"Wow." The right hand swung violently, and the waist and abdomen exerted force. The strength of this ball was incredible.

"Bang!" The tennis ball hit the face of Kirihara who was still grinning, and Kirihara's nose bleeds, and he let out a cry of pain, and his body fell backwards.

"Gu~ga." Kirihara's face was smeared with blood, he looked extremely embarrassed, and there was a sound of anger or pain in his mouth.

He doesn't understand.

Why is Akutsu's knee still able to support his body to make such large movements.

"Hey, don't you really think I was hurt by your ball?" Akutsu's arrogant voice sounded.

Kirihara raised his head, and through his rather blurred vision, he saw Akutsu's disdainful gaze, and even twisted his knee.

"This guy's knee was hit twice, why is he acting like a normal person?" Li Hai, who was watching the game, was shocked.

"Is he a monster?" Liu Lian'er's eyes were shocked.

He has recorded countless talented players.

But no one has ever been as incomprehensible as Akutsu.

"His body is like a cat, soft enough to take off most of the impact, and at the same time not lacking in explosive power. He is a natural tennis player. He may not be as good as us now, but it will be a matter of time before he catches up with us." Liu Lianer dignified way.

From the Kanto level to the national level is a threshold.

But now, Yakujin is not far away from crossing this threshold.

"Hey, you, playing violent tennis with me, you are not afraid of death." Akutsu held the racket and looked down at Kirihara.

"It's 40-30 now, one more goal and I'll win the game."

"Don't worry, I will play slowly until I kill you."

That disdainful gaze constantly pricked Kirihara's self-esteem.

"Bastard! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Kirihara roared angrily, wiping the blood off his face casually.

"Knuckle serve!" Kirihara's fingers were almost embedded in the tennis ball, the veins in his arm bulged, and he threw the tennis ball suddenly.

As the racket was buckled, the slightly deformed and unrestored tennis ball brought a stream of air in the air and flew towards Akutsu. It bounced irregularly when it landed. This time, the target was Akutsu's right calf. .

"I've already said that this serve doesn't work for me at all!" Akutsu grinned grimly, pulled up with his right hand, and the slightly lowered racket made an arc, hitting the tennis ball with precision.

"Bang." This time, the ball hit Kirihara's face again.

"Game, 2-0, Akutsu leads."

Although Kirihara, who is completely out of control, has greatly improved his five dimensions, but at the same time, negative emotions will also affect his judgment.

After being hit by this ball, Kirihara lay on the ground and did not get up for a long time.

Yakujin slowly walked to Kirihara's half, his eyes were fierce: "Boy, go to your half."

Kirihara moved away his right hand that blocked his face, his scarlet pupils were filled with madness.

He stood up silently and walked towards his own half. At an angle where no one could see, he licked his lips with his scarlet tongue, showing a perverted smile.

"Huh? Jindai?" At this moment, Akutsu also saw Kirihara watching the battle from the back half of the court, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Are you here to see how I abused him? Age of God."

"Has the game started?" At this moment, there was a loud voice outside the tennis court, and then all the members of Fudo Peak opened the door and walked in.

"It's really hard to find here, where is Akutsu?"

"Hey, is it already playing? 2-0, Akutsu won't be behind."

"Dug, why is that guy on the other side full of blood!"

"The minister is here!" The loud voice immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Fudo Peak" Sanada looked solemn.

Yakutsu's performance has made him realize that Fudo Peak may not be a persimmon that is easy to pinch.

"Minister?" From the discussion on the sidelines, Kirihara understood the identity of Kandai Lan who was watching the battle behind him.

"Hey, hurry up and get ready, I'm tired of it." Yakutsu's ridicule sounded again.

(End of this chapter)