Net King's Absolute Shutdown

"End it for me!" I threw the ball up suddenly, then turned my wrist, and hit the shadow.

The composition got back one point again, but after hitting this ball, I felt a little blurry in front of my eyes. It seems that it is better to play this kind of energy-consuming ball less, otherwise I would really be unwilling to lose because of physical strength.

However, Byodoin's face was a little bit bad at this time. He didn't expect that the boy who was obviously overdrawn could still hit this kind of serve, but what if he came back twice?

No, I absolutely can't hit that kind of serve again. I'm sure that as long as I hit another move, I will definitely not be able to sustain it, but I can rely on the strength of my left hand, so let's change the method again.

"Qianye, don't hit that kind of serve! Do you want to scrap your wrist?" Bu Er didn't know why, but shouted angrily, why are these teenagers like this?Tezuka is, Momoshiro is, Atobe is, everyone is!

I'm not stupid, I definitely won't, but if I get into a protracted war now, it will be very troublesome. "Hey, it's better for you to serve! I'm exhausted!" I said coldly, and then threw the tennis ball in my hand.

"What? Did death make a mistake and let the other party know that he has no energy?" Several junior high school students jumped in anxiety, it was really disgusting.

"Idiot, even if Death doesn't say anything, that person knows that Death's strength is gone!" The few standing next to these people really couldn't say anything to these idiots with brains, they were really stupid .

Byodoin was still smiling brightly and caught the ball. He swung his racket quickly and hit a high-speed serve. After talking and swinging the ball for a minute, I recovered some energy.

I ran quickly to the left, and then I swung the racket with all my strength with my left hand.

With a bang, Byodoin's racket was sent flying again.

"Game won by Qianye 8:7!" There is still one point left, I still swing vigorously, but the moment I hit the ball, due to the loss of physical strength, the strength of my swing has decreased a lot.

A good shot, Byodoin stepped forward and hit the ball in my space.

"Game won by Byodoin 8:8!" was tied again.

I gritted my teeth and continued to swing the racket. I must not pass out because of my physical strength, absolutely not, because I am death, and I absolutely cannot lose so ugly, absolutely not!

"Ah!" Holding the racket with both hands, I hit the straight ball back, and then I breathed a sigh of relief, and finally tied again.

"Game won by Qianye 35:35!"

No one expected that this match would quietly turn into a protracted battle, and it was such a time-consuming protracted battle, which made them unbelievable that the boy who was obviously on the verge of losing his physical strength could still persist until now?

"Hurry up and finish!" Byodoin was also very irritable. He never looked down on this boy, but those teenagers in the United States gave him fame.He actually has such a big reputation on the streets of the United States, but he just likes to sensationalize.

"Dream!" I jumped over in a bit of embarrassment and rescued the short ball, and then Byodoin seized the opportunity to hit a smash, and I immediately counterattacked the smash with a giant bear.

In addition, the competition with that boy almost a year ago made him feel that this boy was just an embroidered pillow and could not withstand any big storms at all, but now it is different, this boy is actually left-handed, and his left hand is more Is the right hand so much stronger?The most important thing is that although the moves he played are too gorgeous, they are really called unique moves, because that shadow can't find any shortcomings at all, at least for now he can't find them.

"game won by Byodoin Temple 47:46!"

I really couldn't hold on any longer, my vision was very blurred, sweat dripped in front of my eyes, I wiped the sweat off my face, and stood up reluctantly.

Byodoin nodded. He already felt that the boy's willpower was too tenacious, but in this way, he didn't know when the game would end.

Byodoin threw the ball high, then swung his racket and then walked quickly to the net.

Diagonal kick?These three words flashed in my mind, but when I turned around, I couldn't hold on anymore, the racket fell to the ground, and I passed out.