Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 132 Dream Manzhi Night Ballad
Snapped!
Zongyan stepped back with his right foot, twisted his body, and the racket in his hand rippled with purple-black ripples.

Under the blessing of Zongyan's escaping shadow, the ripples spread wider and wider, like a wave, partially offsetting the violent rotation of the tennis ball.

Immediately, he stepped lightly on his toes, and the black ripples continued to spread.

Zong Yan jumped out with his strength.

With a light step, Zong Yan stepped on a graceful curve on the court. His figure was very ghostly, and he once again appeared in front of the tennis ball's path.

With just one glance, Zongyan saw clearly the spin contained in the tennis ball, and then he cut the racket in from the lower left.

"Shadow Wave!"

Whoa!

With a little shake of the wrist, the tennis ball seemed to be pushed over the net by a gentle wave and slowly fell towards the net.

Da da……

The tennis ball landed on the ground, flicked twice slightly, and then stopped moving.

"what!"

"Munehiko Saeki scored, 30-15."

The confident smile on Katsumura Yota's lips disappeared, and his face became ugly, with shock and a hint of anger.

He knew very well that the move he just made, that violent rotating curveball attack, was not something that just anyone could hit back.

Not only did Saeki Zonghiko fight back, but he was also able to completely dissolve the rotation in it.

"Where does this guy come from?"

"Although this kind of defuse method is not as good as Tanegashima Shuji, it is also a strong opponent for all players who like to play spin balls."

The presence of Shuji Tanejima in the First Army has already made many people feel uncomfortable, and now Saeki Munuhiko appears again.

Zongyan looked at Yota Katsumura whose face was constantly changing and his eyes were shining fiercely, and said coldly:
"Spin ball doesn't work on me. If you only have this ability, then I will accept your badge!"

"badge?"

By the way, this is an army shuffle battle, and the opponent's target is his own serial number.

Yota Katsumura reacted immediately, and a stern look flashed in his eyes. He wanted the No. 8 seat, which he felt was absolutely unacceptable.

"I must destroy you!"

boom!
"The fourth trick, five snakes share the food!"

The moment the tennis ball was thrown up, a huge sound of hitting the ball was heard, and the swaying tennis ball flew over like a long snake.

Katsumura Yota's eyes were quite fierce.

Bang!
Swish swish swish!
The violent blow caused the tennis ball to draw five different shadows when it flew out, and flew towards Saeki Munuhiko's limbs and head at the same time.

Five snakes share the food.

It is another super-changing ball, and it is also a five-ball consecutive hitting technique that is very difficult for ordinary people.

Yota Katsumura must have perfectly mastered the five-ball technique, otherwise it would be impossible to create such a trick.

As expected of No. [-] in the First Army, his skills are not as good as Zong Yan said before, but have entered a very high level.

It is difficult to tell whether the five snake shadows are real or fake. If you don't master the ability to hit more than five balls, you can't fight back at all.

"Good technique, but unfortunately it still doesn't work for me."

Zongyan raised the racket, the light around him surged, and purple-black ripples began to spread from the racket again.

Looking at the tennis ball that had flown in front of him, Zong Yan shouted softly: "Shadow Wave·Falling Light!"

Zong Yan no longer suppressed his own strength, he was not qualified to defeat his opponent with only six levels of strength.

And he was still facing a member of the First Army with sequence number 8.

Under the spread of the shadow wave, the violent spin exerted on the tennis ball was once again counteracted.

Huanghuang's mental power also spewed out, and the surging dark shadow instantly swept across the entire court, and the terrifying breath enveloped Katsumura Yota.

Without Yota Katsumura not noticing at all, the shadows that kept attacking stirred up the fire that Zong Yan had planted in advance.

A voice that only he could hear came out.

"Yingyan Fire Seed·Dream Full of Branches..."

With a snap, the originally very weak fire, after being activated by Munehiko, burned violently and thrived under the negative emotions of Katsumura Yota.

As Zongyan continued to use the darkness combined with spiritual power to attack him, Tinder also began to absorb the nutrients of Yota Katsumura himself, weakening his spirit.

At the same time, the racket in Zong Yan's hand, which was originally only covered with a layer of purple-black light, also turned into a flaming black torch.

boom!
There was an explosion and a huge whipping sound resounded throughout the entire court. As the tennis ball flew back, the darkness began to shrink, and the entire tennis ball was wrapped in black flames that were constantly burning.

The sky became normal again.

But around the constantly burning tennis ball, it seemed that a circle of air mass gathered by air waves had formed, and after flying halfway through the court, the air mass began to swell.

As the darkness began to shrink as if being absorbed by the tennis ball, the tennis ball wrapped in the air waves became larger and larger.

On the opposite side of the court, Yota Katsumura, who was preparing to catch the ball, looked at the huge dark air mass flying towards him, and suddenly felt a thrilling sense of danger.deadly crisis.

"what is this!!!"

Whizzing!

The strong wind from the tennis ball made his face hurt, but at this moment, Yota Katsumura, who has fought the world many times, overcome his fear with will and waved his racket to meet him.

"No matter what it is, don't even think about scoring!"

Bang!
Yota Katsumura's strong will allowed him to overcome the fear in his heart, and his racket accurately caught the position of the tennis ball with the inky black light waves, and it seemed that he could hit back in the next moment.

But such an approach seems to have completely angered the ever-expanding shadow, and the moment it touched the racket, the expanding black air mass suddenly exploded.

A roar sounded in Yota Katsumura's half, and at the same time the surface of the stadium was shaken, and then billowing smoke filled the air.

"Cough cough~~"

Soon the thick smoke dissipated, and Yota Katsumura was directly knocked into the air and fell to the ground in a panic.

He struggled to stand up from the ground, the racket in his hand becoming bare.

The net of the entire racket has been completely broken, and the racket is emitting wisps of smoke.

"Ho ho... Ha ha ha, you can actually do this, cough cough~"

Katsumura Yota wiped away the unknown liquid that spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became extremely cold.

"A little bit, a little bit..."

Seeing Munehiko on the opposite side, Katsumura Yota's eyes flashed a complex brilliance, with envy, greed, and fear.

But after feeling Zong Yan's aura also began to decline, everything turned into a sinister one.

"If I didn't let go of the racket and give up at the last moment, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stand up again... It's a pity that you were just a little bit close."

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I'm afraid even you won't be able to hit such a trick a few times!"

"You actually used it at the beginning of the game. Do you want to decide the outcome with one blow?"

"It's a pity that you are still too young. In a real game, with unreasonable tricks, when you can't forcefully grab points, you have to give up what should be given up."

"No need to thank me, this is a warning to you from a veteran who has been baptized by the world... Of course, if you still want to play tennis in the future!"

Seeing Munehiko Saeki becoming more and more silent, Yota Katsumura proudly took out a new pair of rackets.

"30-30, game continues."

……

On the field, Katsumura Yota had a strange smile on his face, feeling that after Zong Yan's blow to the sky, he seemed to have been broken through all the bottlenecks.

The whole person became more relaxed, not only the strength became stronger, but the speed also became faster, and various curveball skills burst out with more powerful power.

At this moment, Yota Katsumura only felt that everything was so relaxed and freehand. Facing the tennis ball that Zong Yan was playing with his body strong, he just waved the racket casually.

The tennis ball will follow his mind and attack any part of Zong Yan's body.

Blood has stained Saeki Munuhiko's whole body red.

The score has also changed from 1-0 at the beginning to 5-0 now.

boom!
"30-0. Kid, do you still want to persist? Hahahaha..."

"To show my respect for you, let me give you the final blow...the winding snake..."

The tennis ball flew out of Katsumura Yota's hand and hit Souhiko's head directly...

thump~
Zong Yan's body fell backward heavily.

"Hahaha, kid, it's all over..."

……

"...Yelan Yao...everything is over..."

thump~
Katsumura Yota, who endured the pain all over his body and stood up, fell down again after less than five seconds.

And this time, his fall also marked the beginning of Zongyan's tactics against the combination of darkness and spiritual power...

Across the net, Munehiko turned Katsumura Yota over, and then took off the badge from his collar behind him. At the same time, the dark seed that absorbed Katsumura Yota's nutrients was taken back by Munehiko.

From now on, the NO.8 badge belongs to him.

Standing up, Zongyan glanced at Katsumura Youta, whose smile became more and more crazier, and said lightly:

"I hope that after you wake up, you can still maintain your love for tennis..."

Then he walked towards the other end of the dense forest.

……

ps: "The hunt is not limited to this one, it will continue. Please ask for a monthly pass~"

(End of this chapter)