Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 131 Curveball Master
On the dense forest field.

There was a trace of cruel confidence in Katsumura Yota's eyes, as if he had thought of what would happen next, and an arrogant smile appeared on his lips.

When Zong Yan saw the opponent's serve, his steps quickened.

Although their strength is relatively hip, they are after all an army that has experienced the baptism of the world.

Maintaining a certain degree of vigilance and vigilance is a habit Zong Yan developed after passing through Spain.

Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, the tennis ball made a huge arc and hit Zongyan's half of the court hard.

"Curveball?"

The sudden and violent arc change made Zongyan slightly stunned.

This is the first player he has encountered who is good at using curve balls.

The curve ball is the snake ball played by Kaido of Mirai Seigaku, but compared to Kaido's level, Katsumura Yota obviously has been studying the curve ball for a longer time.

The angles are also trickier.

However, Zong Yan couldn't be troubled, he stepped lightly with his left foot, and his body rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Zongyan reached the landing point of the tennis ball in a few steps, stretched out the racket, and then used the force of body inertia to pull hard and hit the tennis ball back again.

Bang!
A huge roar pierced the stadium.

The sweet spot technique that has approached perfection makes Zongyan now think about it, and every blow he makes will be full of power.

The tennis ball turned into a yellow beam and flew straight towards the opponent's bottom corner.

"Hey, the strength is really not bad. It is much stronger than those miscellaneous fishes. The combination of strength and speed is perfect after all. But if you think that you can score points like this, you are completely wrong!"

The moment Souhiko fought back, Katsumura Yota also moved, a little surprised that Souhiko had such strength at such a young age.

But then there was a burst of anger, there were already enough first-year geniuses in the training camp, and another Zong Yan appeared.

Where can they put their third grade faces?
"Since you have met, don't blame me!"

Katsumura Yota glanced at Zong Yan coldly, then caught up with the flying tennis ball, swung the racket vigorously, and the tennis ball was hit back by him again, at the same time, he also made up his mind.

These low grade counterattacks must be suppressed.

Tread!

Zongyan didn't know that Yota Katsumura had already thought so much in just a few breaths.

At this moment, he only had tennis in his eyes. He took a step forward with his left foot, and his brown eyes were shining, as if he had seen through all the rotations of the tennis ball.

Zong Yan turned his body slightly to face the flying tennis ball. He threw the racket with his right hand and grabbed it with his left hand.

The ability of two-handedness appeared at this moment. The left hand held the racket lightly, stretched to the underarm of the right arm, and pulled the racket sideways for half a position.

With a swipe, a yellow spot of light flashed across.

With a left-handed backhand, he hit the ball heavily and hit the front baseline so hard that Yota Katsumura, who was still in the opposite corner, had no time to save the ball.

"15-0."

"Hey, kid, it's really not bad..."

Being snatched a point by Zong Yan did not make Katsumura Yota vigilant, but commented leisurely.

Zong Yan rolled his eyes and ignored such arrogant and ignorant words.

"If the so-called First Army No. 8 has only this level, then you should surrender as soon as possible."

"Boy, why are you in a hurry, the fun is about to start now, I will make you regret entering this camp!"

Katsumura Yota wiped Zong Yan's neck arrogantly.

"Ah!"

A streak of shadow climbed into Zong Yan's eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

As for the other party's action of slitting his throat, he didn't take it to heart.

But the careless Zong Yan was not going to let him go.

The game continues.

Pop, pop, pop!
After a rhythmic sound of hitting the ball, Katsumura Yota tightened his grip on the tennis ball in his hand and stared at Munuhiko's position.

"Kid, die!"

boom!
Turning his body and swinging the racket fiercely, the tennis ball flew towards Zong Yan's body like a poisonous snake with a strong spiral energy.

The speed and strength of this ball are completely different from just now, and it is obvious that he has begun to use his real strength.

"The speed is good, the skill is not bad, but the strength is a bit weak, is it the way of skill and speed? And this ball path..."

Zong Yan stared at the trajectory of the tennis ball, feeling more vigilant in his heart.

He sensed a hint of danger from the ever-changing ball, as the opponent seemed to be aiming directly at his body.

Sure enough... After the tennis ball hit the ground, there was another large-angle deflection, like a poisonous snake, directly attacking Zong Yan's abdomen.

"Does the hook change direction?"

Along the way, Zong Yan has gained a lot of knowledge, and it's not like he doesn't have the means to directly attack the body.

All he cared about was his opponent's technique. He stepped back with his right foot and immediately followed with his left foot. A very common Samba step was performed by Zongyan.

His body just deflected deftly, and Zongyan created a position for himself to swing the racket. At this time, the racket had returned to his right hand, and he lifted his arm with his right hand and pulled it fiercely.

boom!
There was a clear sound of hitting the ball, and a stream of light quickly swept across the net.

call out!
Bang!
The tennis ball, which was too obvious, was intercepted heavily by him in the air, and fell towards Katsumura Yota's feet.

"Hehe, I actually escaped, and the reaction is not slow, then..."

On the opposite side of the court, Yota Katsumura caught wind at his feet and caught up with Zong Yan's counterattack in the blink of an eye.

Raising the racket, Katsumura Yota glanced at Munuhiko's position, and then a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again:

"Try my trick, the Australian venomous snake bite!"

Rotate yourself counterclockwise and use your body weight to swing vigorously.

Bang!
In an instant, his racket drew an afterimage in the air and hit the flying tennis ball at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to see clearly.

call out!
The tennis ball swung out was like a curved poisonous snake, with a powerful impact, it crossed half of the court and bit Zong Yan's neck!
This is a change that uses the combination of curve ball change and wind force, and the speed is amazingly fast.

The moment he crossed the space of the court, Zong Yan subconsciously thought that he saw the shadows of the white whale and Kaidou Kaoru's tornado snake ball.

But the power and danger of this move are far more dangerous than theirs, and the tennis ball's attack power is also stronger.

The shadow of the tennis ball was reflected in Zong Yan's pupils, and he turned to the left, feeling a strong wind blowing by his neck.

Bang dong!

The tennis ball was dodged by Zong Yan and hit a small tree behind him.

The powerful force and rotation directly printed a clear mark on the tree trunk, and the branches and leaves on the tree were also trembling and rustling by this force.

"Ho ho ho, what a pity..."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Katsumura Yota's eyes. If Zongyan could be hit just now, the outcome of this match would start to shift in his direction.

"But such a prey will only make me more excited when it resists!"

boom!
Katsumura Yota once again hit his own unique serve, but this time, Zong Yan moved.

His footsteps were brisk, and he appeared behind the tennis ball in just a few short steps. The wind and waves brought by his high-speed movement made Zong Yan's coat rattle.

"Heh! Go back to me!"

Zong Yan swung his backhand, and the tennis ball was caught by him before it changed dramatically. With a wave of his arm, the tennis ball flew upside down.

"Well done, Narrow-headed Fang."

It was the same flow again, a huge curveball, this time aimed at Zongyan's ankle.

"Ho!"

"Set fire to the sky!"

For Yota Katsumura, who had used his strength, Zong Yan also couldn't support him at this time, and his most important conventional explosive method was also used.

His extremely precise ball control skills allow him to hit any position he wants on the court.

At the same time, the darkness in Zong Yan's eyes condensed, and the luminous flame rose, arousing the fire in Naokatsumura Yota's body, and began to burn violently.

"Burn your potential. The fire before the curtain ends is always the most brilliant color..."

Bang!
Another explosion.

Zong Yan's attempt to set fire to the sky was also knocked back, and the tennis ball crashed down on the side of his feet.

"Big snake entwined!"

The attack became more and more fierce, and Yota Katsumura's state became more manic and arrogant.

The ball's spin was even more intense!
The tennis ball is like an endless spiral, its trajectory is unpredictable at all, like a giant yellow python preparing to strangle the prey in the middle.

"As expected of NO.8..."

The increasingly fierce attacks also made Zongyan stop looking down on Katsumura Yo.

Although there is a shadow fire that he imposed to fuel it, but if the opponent's strength is not strong, he would not be able to do this step.

You must show your strength, otherwise the challenge will really become the opponent's hunt.

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(End of this chapter)