Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 130 Challenge
"Just like you, a bastard who was domesticated in the training camp and wants to challenge us?"

"Gunfire negotiation!"

Bang!
At the same time, accompanying this arrogant scream was the sound of a powerful hitting ball.

After a muffled sound, it didn't seem like the tennis ball hit the ground, but more like someone flew up and fell down.

Then, the screams came belatedly.

"Get up! Since you dare to challenge me, you can't fall down now, in the chaos of gunfire!"

Bang!
"what……"

"Yota, stop playing."

Kitahara Sosuke stood aside with his arms folded, and said helplessly, "These miscellaneous fishes wandering around the base are all stupid idiots, why are you so serious."

"Tch! Bah!"

He spat lightly.

Katsumura Yota stopped and stood up, looking at the opposite figure lying on the ground with disdain.

"My interest has just gotten up. I didn't expect this prey to even amuse me."

Hearing what Katsumura Yota said, the man lying on the ground opposite was even more frightened.

"What do these people have to look forward to, but I still heard some interesting things from these guys..."

"Oh? What is it."

"Inside the base, there seems to be an interesting little guy..."

"Little guy, is he participating in this hunt?"

Kitahara Sosuke shook his head: "I don't know, but I heard from them that he has rushed to the third court and has the qualifications."

"Hey, interesting... let's go find him."

Hearing this, a stern light flashed in Katsumura Yota's eyes, as if he wanted to appear in front of Saeki Sosuke with Kitahara Sosuke immediately.

"Senior, if you're right, you don't have to look for me anymore, I'm here to look for you guys, let's fight with me!"

"Ok?"

The two who were about to leave were interrupted by this sudden voice.

Katsumura Yota stopped in his tracks, his long and narrow eyes were full of viciousness, he didn't expect someone to challenge him.

"Hoho, did I just start too lightly, and another prey came to my door?"

Grinning grinningly, he squinted his eyes and turned around to look.

"Are you the brat they said?!"

Kitahara Sosuke's focus is different from that of Katsumura Yota, he heard what Zongyan said just now.

Standing on the other side of this crude stadium, Zong Yan had a gentle smile on his face.

Hearing Kitahara Sosuke's suspicious tone, he nodded firmly.

"I heard that the seniors wanted to find me, so I came by myself. Which of you will come first?"

Along the way, Zongyan saw many figures fighting with Yijun, and he would pause slightly.

The more I looked at him, the more disappointed I was. I thought that the strength of the first army in the U-17 training camp should be far different from the others.

I didn't expect these third graders to be so unbearable after watching them.

The most powerful one is the opponent chosen by Tohno Atsukyo, No. 11.

But even if it is the eleventh, the strength has just surpassed the top level in the country, that is, when the execution method is used, the strength is still to be seen.

Only then did he remember that the current Neon is not three years later. At that time, the third graders were from the group of Byodoin, and now they are only the first graders.

Because of the defeat of Byodoin, the first grade has not really started to seize power.

These people, whom Mifune Iridou called miscellaneous fish, still occupied the majority of seats.

Judging from the strength of the group of people three years later, Zong Yan can challenge opponents ranked below ten at most.

But now, I am afraid that except for the top five, others can be challenged as appropriate.

"NO.8, NO.7 I hope your strength will not disappoint me!"

"Senior Jundao, I will leave the number seven to you. I like the number 8."

Not paying attention to the extremely ugly faces of the other two, Zong Yan shouted at the dense forest behind him.

"Saeki-kun, you've exposed me before my negotiations even started... But I like the number seven, Kitahara-senpai, please!"

Kimijima Ikuto, wearing a training camp uniform jacket, walked out of the forest and said to Kitahara Sosuke on the side.

"NO.10, Kimijima, have you already captured this badge? If so, then I will take this badge back!"

With the departure of the two, only Saeki Sohiko and Katsumura Yota were left on the court.Katsumura Yota just took a look at the direction Kitahara and the two left, then came to the center of the court and stood in front of Zong Yan.

The tall body suddenly made a large shadow appear in front of Zong Yan.

"Kid, take back what you said now, I won't make it difficult for you, otherwise..."

"Court No. [-], Saeki Munehiko, please give me your advice."

No nonsense, Zong Yan helped the senior on the No. [-] court who had only met him a few times, and stood directly on the court with his head held high.

"Okay, okay, I hope your tennis balls are as hard as your mouth." Katsumura Yota glanced at him with his slender eyes and said in a cold tone:
"In addition, let me 'point out' you. It is not something worth showing off to make some famous names in the training camp. After mixing with those trash for a long time, you will become a trash."

"Let me patiently teach you what is world tennis!"

"And people like you are able to climb to Court No. 17. Why are there so many low-grade players like you in today's base? It's simply lowering the level of our U-[-]s!"

Katsumura Yota seemed to have a lot of resentment, as soon as he opened his mouth, he expressed his dissatisfaction with the base's emphasis on the lower grades and ignoring them, the upper grades.

Including all the first-year high school players, the arrogance is extremely arrogant.

This arrogant appearance made Zong Yan feel uncomfortable for a while, but there was still a glimmer of joy in his eyes.

Standing one step away from Zong Yan in front of the net, Yota Katsumura behaved like this, and the excitement on his face was almost uncontrollable.

This is obviously extremely abnormal.

In fact, he didn't realize that he had already begun to be influenced by Zong Yan's spirit.

After watching Tohno Tokkyo's battle, Yami was so active that it was difficult to suppress it, and all kinds of negative emotions continued to escape from Souhiko's body.

Katsumura Yota's mental power doesn't seem to be strong, Zong Yan easily used his mental power to plant a dark seed in his body.

Negative emotions continued to grow in his heart.

"Number 8, I hope you are a useful tool."

A glint flashed in his eyes, and Zong Yan regarded this hunting as an opportunity.

After successfully digesting the absorbed potential, his strength attribute has grown again, and at this time, he is also eager to find a suitable target for him to grow.

And the person in front of you is the result of your choice.

"I'm sorry, but I've never been a pure and kind person with a weak heart..."

"Pros or cons?"

"just!"

The racket spun on some uneven ground, and finally fell down slowly.

"Scary He, it seems that luck is not on your side either."

Picking up the racket, Katsumura Yota grinned and said, "Little brat, come and challenge me, but you will have to pay a price!"

The experience of the expedition and the constant setbacks made him unknowingly more violent.

Glancing again at the extremely excited Katsumura Yota, Zong Yan silently walked to the backcourt.

Zong Yan said confidently while walking: "Then give it a try."

Ignoring the opponent's ferocious aura, Zong Yan exuded a calm aura all over his body.

"Very well, I'll let you know. Again, I hope your tennis balls are as hard as your mouth!"

Katsumura Yota's ferocious face froze, and under Zong Yan's mental power, he felt as if there was a stuffy breath in his chest, and he was unhappy if he didn't vent it.

Swish!
With a flick of his arm, the tennis ball flew straight up, and then his body jumped high, and the black-gray racket in his hand twitched from behind his head.

"Die, brat!"

Bang!
The tennis ball thrown into the air was hit hard by him.

……

The surveillance cameras kept flickering, and the coaching staff in the small black room also heard Yota Katsumura's clamor just now, and they were discussing this matter at the moment.

"Alas! These senior high school players are really difficult to manage...their resentment has actually accumulated so deeply..."

Saito Zhi touched his head helplessly and said.

"I didn't expect that the First Army would be so disgusted with being taken away from power. If we don't change quickly, what will the First Army do if this continues?"

Tuo Zhilong Er also had a headache.

Kurobe shook his head and said: "In the final analysis, it is because of our lack of background. Look at the top-ranked teams in the world, which one is like us."

"Fortunately, we have a group of good first graders, and now this batch of first graders has grown up. This time the reshuffle will bring a revolution to Hesu!"

……

ps: "Ask for a monthly ticket~"

(End of this chapter)