Net King's Absolute Shutdown

"Physical strength." I uttered two words coldly, and then slowly swept towards Ryoma. The kid was still staring at Mifune fiercely with his big eyes open.

"That's right, looking at your trashy appearance, it's normal to lose to others!" Mifune seemed to be talking to himself, but a discerning person could tell at a glance that the boy leaning against the tree had become even more gloomy.

normal?Except for sometimes losing to Nanjiro, I have never been defeated so badly by anyone. Isn't it too hateful for you to say it's normal?

He straightened up, and kicked hard at the tree.

Everyone swallowed their saliva, those trees were unlucky enough to be kicked by this demon, and their skin would peel off even if they didn't die.

There are still countless chestnuts falling down, I looked at these chestnuts, and slowly opened my lips, "If I can hit 10, you are not allowed to call us rubbish." Even if we lose to others, so what?It's just that the strength is not as good as others at present, but we will all become stronger, and we will defeat those who defeat us.

"Okay." Mifune actually agreed. He didn't expect him to be so straightforward, and he really felt that there was a conspiracy.

Turning around, my figure turned into several, and then the sound of bangs and bangs was still heard. After the sound passed, everyone saw that there were several Mao Lis around the three boats, and the careful people counted them. Moreover, the positions of these ten are all different, and they firmly surround the three boats entering the Tao, forming a circle.

"Amazing!"

"Death is worthy of death!"

"Really handsome!"

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The junior high school students were all overjoyed, and finally someone brought back the Sanfuan Enlightenment in front of them. How could they look down on the Sanfuan Enlightenment now? You must know that the junior high school students are not weak!

The high school students swallowed their saliva, how could there be such a powerful person among these junior high school students?And 10 of them were all typed out so easily, isn't this a pervert or something?

"Hmph! Are you complacent with such a small achievement?" Mifune stared at him fiercely, then walked past me with a wine gourd on his back.

Does this Ojisan have a brain problem?Didn't he say that he only needs to hit 10 balls?He really likes to contradict what he says, a very hateful smelly old man, even more annoying than Uncle Nanjiro.

I clenched my fists tightly, but in an instant I also recovered, whatever you want, as long as you don't scold rubbish.

"Okay, everyone, let's train independently!" Sanada looked around, and the only person who seemed to be more influential now was a third-year senior like him.

Cut, I turned around and left with my racket on my shoulders. Today I was so tired that I was chased by that damn eagle and ran half a mountain. People are going crazy. It’s better to rest for a while. I crawled along the tree trunk. Climb, and then leisurely arrived at the top of the tree and began to sleep.

Listening to the thumping sound coming from below, these hot-blooded teenagers started playing tennis again. They are really in a good mood. There is no way that people will lose their blood when they get old, so youth is really gone forever.

"Oh." Looking at the sky, I sighed lightly. Since I came to Japan, nothing has changed like I used to. Now I can sigh, complain in my heart, have the idea of ​​playing ball, and have a heart. Impulsive, what is going on?Sure enough, Japan is not a good place. It seems that I should return to the United States after this training. After all, my job is there.

Sanada seems to have gone to find high school students to practice playing, and Shishido and Dongfang Masami are also playing continuously, as for the work, they are responsible for explaining the benefits of these trainings to others.

After sleeping for a while, I felt very bored, and then I jumped down from the tree, took the racket and kicked the trunk hard again, and then played with Maoli. After all, the effect of hitting Maoli is similar to playing tennis.

First three, then five, then eight.In the end there were ten, but when it reached 12, the racket seemed to be unable to hit any more, and one was missed.

Looking at the one I missed, I frowned. Is my limit 11?Impossible, how come there are only 11?At least I'm going to hit 12 for now.

It seems that there is still no slack.

At night, standing in front of the mountain wall, I tossed 12 balls with both hands and the racket in my hand, and then held the racket to speed up the pace of my body and hit these balls hard, but one ball still missed ,what is happening?I squatted down and looked at the ball that fell on the ground. It was nothing special, but it just missed.

Practice again, still can't hit that one.