Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 381
Swish!
The light and shadow in Hiraguba's eyes flickered, and his wheat-colored arm used a special force-generating technique to press down the ball.

The tennis ball left an afterimage, and then fell in Akira Kamio's half.

Whoosh whoosh!
The tennis ball jumped up and after bouncing, it also turned and twisted in mid-air like a small snake.

only.

The moment the tennis ball falls.

Wisps of very thin air flow appeared on Akira Kamio's body, which forcibly raised Kamio's five-dimensionality a little bit.

The next moment, Kamio's clear and bright eyes shrank, and a special temperament appeared on his whole body.

Bend your knees and push on the ground, pressing your body forward.

After the strength of the lower limbs was transmitted to the upper body through the waist, the arm muscles began to swell, and he swiftly hit the tennis ball with the racket in his hand.

boom!
A sharp explosion sounded.

It coordinates almost all the strength of the body and the inertia of forward pressure.

The tennis ball was whipped into a mustard-yellow long shuttle, which directly pierced the air, leaving a penetrating mark in mid-air.

Bang dong!

"Fudoho scores, 6-6, evenly divided."

"what!"

……

"Don't panic, Zhinian, we still have a chance! Don't forget that I still have that trick!"

"The move he just made was from the realm of selflessness, right?"

"Looking at it, it should be so, but his breath is too thin, and the game has reached the tiebreaker, and his physical strength cannot withstand such intense physical exertion."

"Yes, we will definitely win in the end!"

Ping Furuba and Chinen Kan stabilized their emotions, because it was Ishida Tetsu's turn to serve next.

However, at this time, Ishida, the game reached a tie-break. Although he did not use too many swing balls except serving, his physical strength was still very high.

So he just hit a regular hard serve.

"Is this a change of tactics, or is it because you don't have enough physical strength?"

The tall Chinenkuan was stunned. He was the one who returned Ishida Tetsu's serve. He thought it was another wave ball, but he didn't expect...

The angle of this ball is very low, and the speed is naturally needless to say.

But for someone like him who has watched a game of fluctuating ball, such a serve and return is simply a gift to the door.

call……

He was not allowed to think any more.

call out!
The strong wind pressure caused the net in the middle to sway. The tennis ball had already flown past and landed in the inner corner of his left front.

Tread.

Take two steps forward to the left.

Because the height of the ball was too low, he had no choice but to bend his knees and press his body's center of gravity to catch the ball.

Feeling the pressure coming from his knees, he could only grit his teeth, pull the racket in his hand vertically, and Chinenkuan responded with a half-volley with his knees bent.

however.

The moment the tennis ball bounced up and hit the racket, his expression suddenly changed.

Although it is not a wave ball, Ishida's power is not something that Chinen, who has also consumed a lot of energy, can catch with one hand.

For a moment, his two wrists were not pressed down, and the racket was directly blown away by the powerful tennis ball.

"Fudoho scores, 8-7, leading."

……

"Ping Guchang, what are you waiting for?"

On the side, seeing that the game was once again on the edge of the cliff, coach Harumi Saotome yelled a little irritably from the coaching bench of Higa Junior High School.

For a coach like him, all sports rules are bullshit. As long as he can win, everything is fine.

But he didn't expect these guys to be so naive. After he said it so many times and found that the two people were still indifferent, he stood up from his seat angrily.

"You two bloody bastards!"

He almost reached the outermost boundary line of the court and cursed angrily.

The referee on the high chair next to the net saw that something was not right about the situation and quickly reminded him: "Coach, please don't get emotional. You will interfere with the players' game."

However, the irritable Saotome didn't care about the referee's advice. After all, if they lost this set again, Higa Junior High School would have already lost two games.

In this way, the possibility of losing is very high, and the bonus returned will be much smaller!

Of course, this scene also fell into the eyes of the Higa Junior High School team.

A cold light flashed under the half-rimmed glasses of the director, Eishiro Kite, and his voice was full of murderous intent and extremely cold: "Supervisor Saotome, please sit here and watch the game."

Hearing the voice of Eishiro Butte, Saotome's body trembled, remembering all the cruel methods that Butte used to reorganize the tennis club last year.

"Hmph, I hope you can understand the consequences of losing the game."

……

Ping Gujian's expression on the field darkened slightly. He and Zhinian Kuan looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes.

call……

Ping Guba took a deep breath and walked to his backcourt.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the tennis ball in his hand, and subconsciously shook it hard.

"I'm different from you. Although these people say it's our first time to enter the national competition, you are in Tokyo..."

Swish!
Tennis balls fly.

Ping Guba's eyes narrowed sharply, and the muscles in his arms swelled for a moment, and then immediately stretched.

The racket also fell with a crash at this moment.

boom!
"Big rice spoon Qian!"

The tennis ball drew an incomprehensible huge curve and landed on the half court of Fudo Peak.

Boom!
Kamio's body was still preparing to receive the serve, and then he saw the tennis ball passing around his wrist.

"Higa Junior High School scores, 8-8."

"This is much bigger than Fan Shaoqian's arcs and curves!"

The sweat on Akira Kamio's forehead suddenly became thicker again. He has been maintaining the state of selflessness. With the tiebreaker, his physical strength has reached its limit.

boom!
"Big rice spoon Qian!"

Another ball was played, and the tennis ball once again had a huge curve and flew out almost grazing Ishida Tetsu's shirt.

"Higa Junior High School scores, 9-8."

After two balls were served, the ball rights were exchanged again, and Ping Guba gasped for breath.

His arm muscles are trembling, and he can only barely perform this move now. It is usually used as a decisive means to finalize the victory.

But in regular games, such an opportunity never appeared, which forced him to drag it here.

The original plan was to solve it directly with two goals, but I didn't expect that Akira Kamio actually caught his rice spoon and scored in return.

This put Ping Furuba's idea of ​​scoring two points directly in vain.

He looked at his already red and trembling arms, with a wry smile on his lips. They still lost.

5 minute later.

tread!
As a steady and powerful step sounded, Ishida Tetsu's eyes were firm and he swept the racket in his hand emotionally.

boom!
The powerful force was released again, and the tennis ball directly penetrated the defense of Higa Junior High School.

"Kamio and Ishida scored, 19-17."

"Game, Fudomine Middle School wins, score 7-6!"

"The No. 2 doubles match is over. Kamio Akira and Tetsu Ishida from Fudomine Middle School won, with a total score of 0-[-]!"

The referee's decision sounded.

The audience cheering for Fudomine also burst into enthusiastic cheers at the same time.

This shout covered up Saotome Harumi's cursing voice.

Everyone knew that the match between Fudomine and Higa Junior High School had completely lost all suspense.

In the following singles, even if they explode, it is impossible to win them all.

……

ps: "The two little doubles in the first grade have also improved again. Please vote for me~"

(End of this chapter)