Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 642 Demonic Nightmare (Part )

Opposite the stadium.

Shenji took two deep breaths, suppressing the fear in his heart and the pain in his wrist.

He held a small mustard-yellow ball tightly in his hand, took a closer look at Akutsu's undulating movements while squatting on the baseline, and then looked back.

Throwing the tennis ball high again, he then bent his knees and kicked the ground. Fukaji's arm left an afterimage, and he hit the tennis ball out with a high-pressure volley.

This kind of serving technique was Zongyan's favorite basic serving method in the past.

Itake Fukaji was deeply influenced by Saeki Munuhiko, and he also dabbled in many techniques.

However, Akutsu has already thoroughly studied such attacks, and his judgment is more accurate.

Looking at the flying tennis ball, he immediately retreated two positions toward the backcourt.

The tennis ball that was flying rapidly fell down at the receiving baseline, and then flew towards the outside of the court at an even faster speed like a cannonball.

With his eyes fixed on the tennis ball, Akutsu stepped across it. After seeing this familiar ball, there was an indescribable edge in his eyes.

Akutsu, who didn't know what defense was, jumped back high again.

For him, this kind of high-jumping serve can be returned with a smash.

boom!

This time, what struck back against the tennis ball was not only the tyrannical power, but also the pale white aura that he condensed into substance. With Akutsu's swing, it suddenly pressed towards Fukasa's body.

Shenji felt his shoulders sink, and his body movements seemed to be restricted.

This was not the first time he had tried this. Although he felt it was difficult to move, Fukaji quickly swung his racket and hit the tennis ball played by Akutsu.

Snapped!

Without much surprise, this ball was more powerful than before, and the overwhelming force almost knocked the racket out of Fukaji's hand again.

If Shenji hadn't noticed in advance that he was using his hands incorrectly, there would have been an ugly scene of his racket being knocked off one after another.

But even if he could barely hold on, Fukaji felt a sudden burning pain in his wrist.

"Seigaku Akutsujin scored, the score was 0-30."

Swish!

After the referee announced the score, Fukasima rushed to the opposite corner without stopping, enduring the pain in his wrist and continued to throw the ball to trigger the shot.

At this moment, he was completely enveloped in Akutsu's demonic aura that enveloped the court.

"Shinji..."

Zongyan's eyes flickered. Shenji's current strength was almost unique among the second graders, but this was not enough.

Whether it's Echizen Ryoma or Toyama Kintaro, I'm afraid it won't be long before they can completely suppress him.

It can even suppress him.

And facing Akutsu, who is even more terrifying than them...

Regarding the first game, Munuhiko and Kamura Aoi actually didn't have much idea. They only hoped that in this game, Fukaji could completely get rid of the influence of the devil's aura.

Then, at least he takes another small step, which is worth looking forward to.

However, this is still too difficult. Shenji's ability to grow to this level in two years is actually the result of Fudoho's vigorous training.

Although he has talent, he is not top-notch.

There is still some gap between being a true pervert.

Bang!

There was an explosive sound of hitting the ball, and the mustard-yellow tennis ball turned into an extreme stream of light, sweeping towards the opposite half of Akutsu's half.

The speed of the tennis ball seemed to be three points faster than before. At this moment, most of the spectators in the stands could only see some afterimages of the tennis ball and could not see clearly.

In response to Fukaji's extremely fast serve, Akutsu, who was exhaling rhythmically, took a breath, then crouched slightly, exerted force under his feet, and ran towards the inner corner of his midline at high speed.

Although it looks good, there is no threat at all, and Akutsu will naturally not let Shenji score.

tread!

Stepping on the back of his foot, Akutsu's strong physical fitness was once again fully demonstrated.

A pale breath passed through the space, and the tennis ball was already knocked back by his backhand.

"My strength has improved a bit, but unfortunately my speed has dropped again. Does sacrificing speed on serve increase my strength? Putting the cart before the horse!"

Akutsu grinned.

With his current strength, he can certainly see more. After a few goals, he no longer had much freshness, looking at Itake Fukaji whose body was quickly approaching the net.

There was even a thought in his mind of directly defeating him with one move, and there were even scenes of how well Saeki Munuhiko defeated him.

The moment these images appeared, Akutsu frowned?

"Is this the kid's skill? Good boy, how dare you use this method on me!"

stomping on...

Of course, Shenji didn't know that his method had been discovered by Akutsu, and it even aroused Akutsu's anger.

At this time, he quickly took a few steps forward, and his body was already pressed to the front of the serving area.

With the help of the forward impact, his right wrist rotated and then turned into a two-handed racket. He put all his strength on the racket and volleyed the tennis ball down.

boom!

With this ball, he finally didn't receive the serve directly from Akutsu.

The tennis ball fell neatly into Akutsu's half. However, before he could be happy for three seconds, a somewhat heart-stopping figure jumped forward at an alarming speed.

"Kid, since you want me to hit you like that, you have to bear it!"

Akutsu's wild posture like a beast shocked Fukaji's mind. The tennis ball had just bounced when it was stopped by a ruthless black racket.

Boom!

The pale white aura enveloped the tennis ball and flew towards Fukaji's racket again.

Without much accident, the huge force brought Shensi off the ground...

……

boom!

"Game, Seigaku Akutsujin, the score is 1-0."

"Change the scene!"

……

boom!

"Game, Seigaku Akutsujin, the score is 3-0."

"Change the scene!"

……

boom!

"Game, Seigaku Akutsujin, the score is 5-0."

"Change the scene!"

Although Shenji had tried every means to attack, Akutsu would fight back with a more violent attitude every time.

It seems that the nightmare that Shenji cast before brought back Akutsu's not-so-good memories.

Let him completely impose these unpleasant scenes on Shen Si.

During the intermission, Fukaji sat on the coaching bench.

Let a little bit of turbid sweat slide from his smooth cheeks to his chin, and finally drip down towards the somewhat hot ground.

He didn't want to talk at all. Facing Akutsu's bombardment, he just wanted to take advantage of this time to recover his strength.

One and a half minutes, fleeting.

Just before Fukaji was about to step onto the court, Aoi Hanamura, who had been sitting on the coaching bench, suddenly spoke:

"Fukaji, Fudomine's expectations for you in the future should not be an obstacle or shackle to your progress. Go all out and finish this game well."

Shenji's footsteps paused.

The arm holding the racket trembled slightly, and then he slowly turned his head to look at the minister and deputy minister in the rest area. There was no dissatisfaction or criticism in their eyes!

"I understand, coach!"

Shenji nodded, and his aura began to rise and change.

Now that he can't beat Akutsu, it's not completely unacceptable. Everyone has their own limit.

Now that you know your limits, continue to get stronger.

Until I catch up with them!

The voice in Shenji's mind that kept reminding him that he needed to become stronger grew louder.

boom!

Just when the tennis ball from Akutsu hit the ground on his side of the court, Fukaji's body moved!

His speed was much faster than before, and his half-long black hair began to change as the breeze floated.

Now that he knows the nightmares and fears in Akutsu's heart, what else is he afraid of?

Although he doesn’t know how long he can persist, this is his path!

In Akutsu's field of vision, Shenji began to grow taller at this moment, and a figure he was very familiar with appeared on the opposite side.

"Ha! Okay! Saeki Munuhiko, I didn't expect to be able to fight you again in this form, but I just don't know how many goals you, a brat, can last!"

boom!

Fukaji was speechless. After transforming into Munuhiko, the aura of the beast around him began to turn completely black, and dots of light appeared in the racket.

Fukaji twitched his arm, and let the tennis ball wipe the surface of the racket without moving his arm at all.

The gray-white demonic aura was suddenly eliminated by the dark light after the bloody light appeared in his racket.

Whizzing!

The tennis ball flew back and hit the blank area of ​​​​the baseline of Akutsu's backhand.

"Fudomine Ibu Fukaji, score 0-15."

For the first time in this match, Fukaji took a small point off Akutsu's serve.

Fukaji's eyes that were completely filled with black light swept across Akutsu's body, and after sneering, he turned and returned to his backcourt.

"Since you are going to use his appearance, then I will no longer hold back!"

Looking at Saeki Munuhiko's appearance across from him, the anger and fighting spirit in Akutsu's heart were aroused, and he squeezed hard with his palms.

呲呲呲!

Blood red and golden light bloomed in the palm of his hand, and Akutsu's pale golden eyes exuded endless majesty.

"Suffer death, Ibu Fukaji!"

Boom!

……

"Game, Youth Academy Akutsujin wins, score 6-0."

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