Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 169 Dark Field
With everyone watching, Saeki Munuhiko and Tristan Balter met in front of the net.

"Senior, please teach me a lot!"

"Well, it's better to teach each other. Camus told me when he played just now, you are very dangerous and very strong!"

Tristan Balter put the racket on his shoulder, then looked in the direction of Camus in the rest area, and said with a gentle expression.

"Oh? I've also heard about the great strength of Senior Camus, but it's a pity that I can't fight against him!"

"However, it is my honor to be praised by Senior Bart!"

"Hahaha, you are too polite. You are not as dangerous as Camus said. Instead, you are a very polite person..."

Zong Yan smiled slightly, as if he liked the praise and praise of others very much.

Of course, he did not relax his vigilance just because his opponent was not Camus.

Tristan Barthes does not seem to be as famous as Camus now, but in the future, he will be the vice-captain of France.

After shaking hands and saluting, the referee tosses a coin and guesses the side.

"Pros or cons?"

"just!"

This set of procedures is very straightforward.

"The second singles match begins, and Saeki Munehiko of the Neon team will serve!"

After guessing the right to serve, the two sides return to the receiving area, and the game officially begins!
Returning to the teeing area on the bottom line, Zong Yan put away his smile and said nothing.

Ordinary people can't see it, but he has already noticed that Tristan Balter's mental power is not weak.

All his actions and actions are obviously confusing and full of hints.

When they got to the net, the confrontation had already begun.

They are also people involved in the field of spiritual power.

Although they were going in completely different directions, when the two confronted each other secretly, they exuded the kind of spiritual aura.

It still made a lot of people notice it.

Tristan Barthes is like a central air conditioner with constant light and heat, big guy.

He is also very popular with the audience.

From the moment he played, every move he made seemed to be playing handsome.

It is right to regard the tennis court as the stage of the Paris fashion show.

But Soeki Sohiko is like a secluded spring, an abyss.

The whole person forms an absolutely dark field, constantly devouring all eyes, emotions, and the light and heat of the other party.

Such a tentative confrontation could only be noticed by those with very keen mental abilities at this time.

Most of Team Neon don't know what's going on.

Under the explanation of Irie and Tanejima, the rest of the Neon team knew that the two of them had started a mental confrontation, and everyone held their breath.

Da da da……

As Zongyan took out a tennis ball and tapped it on the ground, the voices of the audience slowly became lowered, and the air pressure in the entire stadium seemed to begin to decrease.

Obviously the game hasn't started yet, but their collision has been so intense.

In the third grade area, Natsume Ryuichi's expression changed, and he said with emotion:

"It's really amazing. From the moment he came on the court, he silently attracted everyone's attention. Even if the opponent is acting cool, he can't attract all the attention at all."

"That guy looks very kind, but he's actually very arrogant..."

Hearing Natsume Ryuichi's sincere praise, Byodoin's mouth twitched slightly.

Even if the person he values ​​​​is still very immature now, as long as he goes through this World Championship, the light on him will definitely fully bloom.

……

Munehiko Saeki stood sideways and tapped the tennis ball.

From the moment he stepped on the football field, countless emotions and countless peeps gathered on him.

The spiritual flame that was silent in the bottom of my heart began to burn continuously like taking a great tonic.

He had never felt so good, and his posture and movements became quite elegant at this moment, and the rhythm of pressing the tennis ball seemed to be playing.

until a certain moment.

Snapped!
He gently gripped the rebounding tennis ball with his palm.

Sunlight shines through the glass at the top of the venue, refracting golden light towards the court.

Like strips of golden thread, driving away the flying clouds and mist, they shine on Zong Yan's body.

At this moment, Zong Yan, who was bathed in the sun, had a faint light all over his body.

Darkness and light intertwined, making him look like a god.

"coming!"

Looking up at Tristan's position, Zongyan said with a smile.

As his words fell, Zong Yan's body began to spread a wave of spiritual power along his half.

Swish!
Zongyan threw the ball up, and a ball of dark light enveloped the tennis ball. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the tennis ball as it slowly soared upwards.

Unknowingly, a dark spiritual world domain was quietly constructed.

At this moment, Tristan appeared in a completely dark world.

Everything around has disappeared, only the blurry figure in front of him and the tennis ball condensed with extreme darkness.

In Tristan's eyes, as Munehiko Saeki threw up the tennis ball, a dark curtain swallowed up everything around him.

Wisps of light overflowed from behind Zong Yan's black shadow, and the tennis ball thrown upward seemed to turn into a black hole that absorbed the light.

As the black tennis ball rose into the sky, getting higher and higher, until finally all the light around it disappeared.

Tristan's expression changed slightly.

The icy murderous intent came from the tennis ball, and the temperature on the court began to drop, and even the skin felt a sense of splitting by the cold wind.

There was a loud bang, as if it was a dark explosion, and it seemed like a new world was bursting out.

Tristan only saw a flash of light and shadow cut through the endless darkness, and he also broke free from the shackles of darkness and returned to the court again.

When Tristan came to his senses, Zongyan had already finished his serve and walked towards the service area on the other side.A cold wind blew in the air, and the mustard-yellow tennis ball hit the iron net behind him and rolled to his feet.

"Wh...what!!"

Tristan looked shocked. He just saw a flash of darkness and felt a cut sensation on the skin of his legs. Was everything over?
"Referee, aren't you going to report the score?"

Walking to the diagonal service area, Zong Yan asked the referee on the high chair in a flat tone.

He was very serious about this game, so the referee inevitably fell into his dark field.

I haven't recovered yet at this moment.

"Ah...oh...ok!"

The referee quickly looked at the camera crew. After receiving their signal, he swallowed and reported the score.

"A...ACE, Neons, 15-0."

Tristan didn't care about being handsome anymore, and frowned slightly, but he didn't realize the mystery of it.

However, he still moved slightly back half a step, wanting to leave some room to react to Zongyan's high-speed serve.

After all, the Neon team also has Mach, who is smarter and more intelligent, serving the ball, so this kind of subconscious reaction is very appropriate.

But what Zongyan plays is not super-speed tennis...

boom!
"Ok?"

However, there was another gap between darkness and light and shadow. In just a blink of an eye, Tristan saw Zongyan walking towards the diagonal teeing area again.

Tristan looked down, and the mustard tennis ball was lying quietly behind him again.

This time Tristan really felt that something was wrong. Even if the opponent's ball speed was very fast, it was impossible for him to not notice it.

Zong Yan's serving stunt, the speed of darkness - the gap between light and shadow!
Tristan's first appearance in the World Championship was a shock.

……

"ACE! Neon Team, 40:0.":
……

"ACE! Team Neon, 1:0."

"Both sides change game!"

After only four serves, Zong Yan won his serve effortlessly.

The four ACEs not only shocked Tristan, but also made it difficult for many French people to accept.

The name Saeki Sohiko, this figure who is only in the first year of junior high school, really attracted everyone's attention at this moment.

Under the sunlight, the dark demeanor and black radiance of the other party made people dare not ignore it.

"This is fake! I must not have woken up yet!"

"Tristan was hit with ACEs consecutively, how is that possible!"

During the scene change, he and Zong Yan did not have any eye contact.

However, the emotions of these people did not affect Tristan, and he looked at Camus outside the court.

At this time, Camus just leaned on the racket with his ear, as if listening to the sound of the racket.

A moment later, a burst of French speaking at an extremely fast speed came from the mouths of the two.

"So that's how it is..."

No matter what others think, he has already learned the mystery of Zong Yan's serve from Camus's voice of his "lover".

It's Tristan's turn to serve.

Zongyan squatted half-crouched, staring at the figure on the other side of the court who was tapping the tennis ball.

Tristan first posed a few nonsense, which caused a burst of cheers, and then began to focus on tennis, his posture and movements were more serious than Zong Yan just now.

"Paris fashion show!"

Bang!
There was a dazzling flash of light, and the serve appeared directly in Zongyan's half.

"Oh, extremely fast."

Zong Yan raised the corner of his mouth. If it were other times, it might have caused him some trouble, but now his darkness has expanded to the point where he cannot suppress it.

"dark!"

As soon as Zongyan finished speaking, the darkness condensed in his body seemed to be approved.

The next moment, his whole body was enveloped by a layer of faint purple black mist.

The dark light seemed to have opened a hole in the space under Zongyan's feet. With Zongyan as the source, it continued to spread towards his half of the field like a tide.

After a while, the black mist covered the playing area of ​​the clay court where Zongyan was standing, and then eroded towards Tristan's half-court area.

Zong Yan was surrounded by darkness at his feet and the sun shining above his head. He was like a god standing in a dark world, extremely mysterious and dangerous.

Tristan, who was on the other side of the court, felt a lot of noise coming from his ears.

Such a voice made him become irritable, and even the speed and strength of the tennis ball hitting Zong Yan began to weaken.

"Glory..."

Camus on the sidelines also opened his mouth slightly in surprise: "Is this the light of reserve? No, it shouldn't be."

Camus' keen mental power allowed him to instantly sense the aura contained in Zongyan's field.

That is the wave of darkness that Zong Yan has been accumulating, the growth and transformation of darkness, and Zong Yan's absolute belief and obsession.

The shadow is like a tide, eroding everything!
Realizing this, Camus's eyes became intense.

He sensed that Munehiko Saeki was a changemaker like himself.

This completely subversive path is similar to his.

……

ps: "There are only three chapters today. There are a lot of revisions, but there are not many words. Please vote for me."

　There are only three chapters today. If it is not revised, there will be four chapters. Of course, the number of words in each chapter must not be so many. The three chapters add up to nearly [-] words...

　　The deeper use of darkness has also appeared. I am afraid everyone can also see that the field of darkness is actually seamless, but it is not perfect. It is impossible for the protagonist to open the heavenly garment, so there is no such option in his path, but he can Evolve the darkness into this effect.

　　The tricks of the freshmen who cooperate with the dark field will also appear in the follow-up, please keep looking forward to it.

　　In addition, one more thing, in the first grade, I will not span the strength of the second stage. I have been suppressing the protagonist, just because I am afraid of collapse, otherwise I will not modify his match with Camus, and cancel the match completely. Because it is impossible for the current protagonist to defeat Camus.

　　Finally, I’m asking for a monthly ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)