Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 137 Insight Controls Everything

"Be careful! Irie-senpai!"

At this time, Zong Yan's voice sounded from the opposite half.

Immediately afterwards, Irijiang noticed that the sky seemed to darken, and a dark light seemed to flash before his eyes.

The extremely fast yellow light flew towards the opposite corner behind him.

In Irie's eyes, he could clearly see that this extremely sharp ball was not only exerted with great force, but also contained some indescribable and obscure things.

boom!
The tennis ball hit the ground quickly and bounced up immediately.

But at this time, Irie had already caught up with the tennis ball, and with a light pick, the strength of the tennis ball had disappeared.

Then with the help of the inertial force of the impact, the tennis ball was dropped high like looking back to catch the moon.

stomping on...

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded, and Zong Yan had already rushed to the net at this time, his body leaped high from the net, and he slammed hard on the tennis ball.

boom!
The sky seemed to darken again.

There was a loud bang, and another flash of dazzling fire.

A yellow stream of light, like a shooting star, instantly shined behind Irie Kanata.

The tennis ball just left a mark at Irie Kanata's feet, then flew away again and hit the barbed wire fence behind.

Boom!

When the tennis ball rolled to the ground, Irie stopped his racket and stood up straight, staring closely at Zongyan's body, as if he wanted to see through him.

"It's definitely not an illusion. Darkness and shining fire twice in a row. Is this your unique skill?"

Immediately after entering the river, he lost his old ways again, blinked Kazilan's big eyes and said, "Mr. Saeki, what is this trick called?"

Zong Yan smiled faintly: "Yaoyang."

"The skills are really good!"

A trace of surprise flashed in Irie Zuodo's eyes, as if he didn't expect the name of this trick to be different from what he expected, which was a bit strange.

"But, Mr. Saeki, based on what I felt at that moment, it's a bit inappropriate to call your move "Yaoyang". The moment of darkness and the black-purple flame that expelled the light, have you considered changing the name? "

"Forehead……"

The smile on Zongyan's face froze. He knew that Irie's insight was amazing, so every time he broke out, it happened in the blink of an eye.

It's just that I'm afraid that the other party will see some clues.

But unexpectedly it was discovered.

Even if he found out, he actually pointed out that the name he obtained did not match his tricks.

nonsense.

Of course Zongyan knew that after he set foot on the path of darkness, the names given to his moves were somewhat unworthy of their names.

At the beginning, it was because he wanted to hit the ball with light in his heart, so the names were all moved towards this aspect.

Who would have thought that it would be dark in the end?
Seeing that he entered the river, he planned to use his rich knowledge to teach him the precautions needed for naming.

Zong Yan's face darkened, and he pursed his mouth and said dryly: "It's 1-0, Senior Irie, it's your turn to serve."

After saying that, he retreated to the baseline receiving area with a sullen face.

Seeing Zong Yan's unkind look, Irie secretly smiled, turned around and walked towards his own bottom line.

Where Zong Yan couldn't see, his eyes were extremely sharp, and then his eyes were covered by snow-white lenses, and nothing strange could be seen anymore.

However, Irie's heart was not at peace at this time.

"It's actually the opposite path to hitting the light ball. Is this darkness?"

"It turns out that Saeki-kun has already reached this point... It seems that I have to come up with some means, otherwise it would be bad if I was underestimated by a junior..."

After slapping the tennis ball in his hand twice, Irie glanced at Zong Yan's position, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes!
Immediately afterwards, throw the ball, bend your knees, step up, and swing your racket.

boom!
Irie's standard serving action, which looked like a textbook, was hit with an astonishing speed.

"Great!"

Zongyan watched Irie hit this amazing high-speed serve and couldn't help but praise it.

With this skill alone, few of the senior high school players in the dormitory could achieve the level of Irie Kanata.

Even the previous Yota Katsumura only changed his curveball skills, and his speed was far from Irie's.

"That's a compliment. This shouldn't be a problem for Saeki-kun!"

Immediately after Irie served the ball, he ran towards the net, smiling at Zongyan while running.

"Do you serve the ball to the net?"

On the court, Zongyan's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Irie's continuous reading movements. He knew that Irie was starting to get serious.

"In that case!"

The mental power began to condense, and a dark line appeared in Zong Yan's eyes again. The powerful mental power spread, and he instantly judged the trajectory of the tennis ball.

A few simple crossings of steps at the feet, a few steps back slightly, and then a fierce swing of the racket.

However, the expected rich black light did not appear, only a faint black air flow wrapped around the tennis ball.boom!
The tennis ball is reversed like a streamer.

This is a chasing ball, flying straight to Irie's feet.

"I knew that Saeki-kun would fight like this!"

However, Zong Yan's attack did not make Irie feel any panic. He seemed to have expected it, and smiled faintly when he saw the ball.

He was originally sprinting to the net, but his steps suddenly stopped.

Irie Kanata's sense of balance is unexpectedly good, and he can easily change his own behavior during this rapid movement.

Then, Irie hit the tennis ball back to Zong Yan's court from an unexpected angle.

Looking at Irie's lens which was completely covered by white light, Zong Yan felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.

"The power of darkness is ineffective against him? Or is he aware of my thoughts in advance and prepared?!"

Seeing that Irie seemed to know every move he made, he could calculate the landing point of the tennis ball in advance.

This forced Zong Yan to believe this outrageous thing.

Irujiang plays a lot, and it seems that he can really penetrate his heart.

At the same time, some long-standing and somewhat vague memories began to emerge in Zong Yan's mind.

It seems that in the future battle between Irie and Atobe, Atobe's thoughts will be very easily seen through by Irie just like him now.

Irie's powerful insight is not only able to understand the opponent's actions, but also the opponent's psychology.

Is this another deeper use of spiritual power?
But why does the dark also fail?

If it weren't for the fact that he could clearly feel that there was nothing abnormal about his body at this time, he would be getting better and better because he enjoyed the game very much.

Although the darkness is condensed very dimly, it is not really lost.

Everything seemed normal, otherwise he would have wondered whether he had fallen into his opponent's trap.

Thinking of this, Zongyan concentrated and held his breath, and his spiritual flame began to burn.

This has a similar effect to the closed heart and the unknown, but Zongyan's own mental power begins to bloom.

As for whether it can really block the other party's insight, Zongyan is not completely sure.

If Irie can really understand this level, neither his actions nor his inner thoughts can escape his control.

Then cooperate with the powerful strength of Irie Jiang.

So is it possible for him to win this game?

Zong Yan took a deep look at Irie, who was still looking harmless at this moment.

But Zong Yan felt a deep chill. He held his breath and focused his attention, condensing his mental power to the extreme that he can do now, but unfortunately he still didn't notice any problems.

Business as usual!
But it was this sense of business as usual that made Zong Yan feel terrified.

Obviously his reason told him that Irie must have done something, but he couldn't find it.

Irie played many, terrible man.

Swish!
The tennis ball was sent out again by Irie, and Zongyan's mental power was expanded to his entire half of the court, and he instantly found the landing point of the tennis ball.

Wisps of black shadow overflowed from Zongyan's body. He sprinted, jumped, and used the inertia of forward motion to shoot the ball with both hands and hit the ball hard with his backhand!
boom!
The black light on the racket flashed away, and the tennis ball was pulled back to the half of the river.

However, the same scene as before appeared.

Once again, Irie responded in advance, and it seemed that after knowing Zong Yan's path, every time he counterattacked, he would take the lead in using the racket to defeat the shadow contained in tennis.

Then fight back.

Although Irie's counterattack was not very sharp, invisibly, the rhythm of the game was gradually controlled by Irie.

This kind of opponent who controls everything is different from pure data tennis, which makes Zongyan very uncomfortable to deal with.

Before the game, although Zong Yan knew that Irie's insight was strong, he thought it was an enhanced version of Atobe that could help him.

In fact, if Irie wanted to, he could indeed reach the point where Atobe penetrated the blind spot.

Go even further.

Zong Yan felt as if he was lifting a rock to hit himself in the foot.

He felt that his brain was a little swollen, and the enhanced version of Atobe that he had expected on the opposite side was too strengthened.

Insight into people's hearts and meticulous.

With Zongyan's current vision, he naturally knows how terrifying this ability is.

In a competition at the same level, Irie can almost control the entire game.

Even if it is a step-up challenge, he may not be unable to do it.

This kind of talent, this kind of control, what Zong Yan knows can only be compared with another person.

The leader of the Greek team - Zeus!
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ps: "Ask for a monthly pass!"

(End of this chapter)