Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 699 The Absolute Defense of the Fantasy Castle

However, although Tono was cruel, he was not stupid.

The opponent's purpose was too clear, and he didn't have the habit of using his own body to forcefully attack them.

I saw him stepping forward slightly, his body's center of gravity sank a little, and he easily moved away from his knees.

He lifted the racket in his hand from bottom to top.

boom!
Tono's strength is not that strong, so he wants to use his skills to cut the ball back.

However, the two Serbian players had been preparing for such a long time, and this goal was not so easy to dismiss.

Tsk tsk sizzling~
Victor's powerful force caused the fierce friction of the ball to twist the strings of Tono's racket.

This malicious attack also made Tono completely angry.

However, at this moment, he was being calculated intentionally and unintentionally. If he wanted to take revenge, he could only block this wave of attacks before doing so.

Marui's hair stood up in anger. How could the good situation he and Tono finally created be destroyed like this?

Tono's eyes suddenly shrank, and this scene seemed to be back to the way it was when he faced the Greek team.

"Humph, this is the real world. When you step onto the field, you have to abandon your previous weak approach. Your opponents will not leave you any chance!"

"The eleventh form of execution, Iron Maiden."

A miserable scene appeared in front of him instantly.

After being targeted and attacked in turn, Tono could not escape his fate. The knee that had just recovered a while ago began to hurt again.

bang~
呲味味~
Bunta Marui held the racket with a red and black border in both hands and blocked the blow.

This ball, he still did not hold back at all.

"This place! No access!"

A red-haired figure quickly rushed over from the frontcourt and stood directly in front of Tono.

And still in this most unacceptable way.

"As expected of the man who defeated the Greek executioner, it's a pity that our Serbian style will not stop once we grasp the weakness!"

Even though Marui tried his best to block it, it still penetrated his racket and hit him hard.

……

boom!
In Serbia's half, Victor took another shot.

boom!
boom!
"Game, this game is scored by the Serbian team, the score is 2:3."

Seeing that their strategy worked, they greeted Tono even more harshly.

But this style also completely angered him.

However, Victor's ball is very powerful.

All kinds of pitches beckon towards the far field.

But besides being angry, a palpitating feeling came to his mind again.

However, the Serbian duo did not wait for Tono.

Forcibly twisting his knees caused a flash of pain on Tono's face, but the tennis ball was flying towards the opposite side.

Toono gritted his teeth, and everyone in the lounge could see the bulging veins on his neck.

……

"You guys, still want to target me? Damn it...go back!"

With a scream, he shot towards Tono Atsukyo, who was enduring the severe pain in his knee and was no longer good at catching the ball.

"This is the world? Senior Tono..."

"Damn it, how far are you going to go? If this is the world, then I will never let you succeed!"

Suddenly seeing the cruelty of the world, the middle school student's eyes showed a touch of shock.

Even Tokugawa Kazuya on the side was silent at this moment.

It seemed that because his original strength was not strong enough, a rare ferocious expression appeared on Marui's face.

Just when everyone in the Neon Team thought that Tono was going to make the same mistake again, something unexpected happened.

But compared to that time, now he only felt endless anger.

On the opposite side, Yanko jumped higher than Victor, put all his strength on the handle of the racket, and once again aimed the tennis ball at Tokkyo Tono and swept it past.

Marui Bunta was still happy for Tono's successful counterattack, but the next second.

Even the knee that had recovered seemed to be what it was before.

In the lounge, Byodoin looked angry when he saw this, stood up, opened the door and walked out.

However, with this momentary blockage, the power was reduced a lot, so he did not suffer much damage.

"what!"

Before leaving, he took a deep look at Tokugawa and Oni, and left a final message to everyone.

"Both sides change game!"

"I won't let you succeed."

Marui Bunta's forehead was covered with fine sweat at the moment, and physical strength was one of his weaknesses.

Although I did face-to-face training in the training camp and have improved a lot now, this is the World Championship.

Moreover, he was still fighting one against two in a short period of time, even if he ate some secret cakes to replenish his strength.

He won't be able to hold on any longer.

"Senior Tono will still need some time to recover. It seems that we can only give it a try."

After taking another deep breath, Marui Bunta's breath became somewhat disordered but the situation stabilized again.

"Huh?" Yanko Ketsmanovic, who was crouching in the frontcourt, frowned. In front of him, Bunta Marui once again moved to the midfield position.

"Do you still want someone to block us? That's nonsense!"

Janko Keczmanovic didn't hesitate at all. Faced with Marui's method, the best choice was to raise the ball high.

boom!
The lob ball flew high over the net and fell towards the Neon team's court in a huge parabola.

"No passage here!"

Marui Bunta sprinted and jumped up. He trained his jumping ability hard just for this moment.

His volley has no dead ends!
Even if it's a lob, his high volleys have to be blocked one by one.

Bunta Marui stood at the front of the court like a tower, once again blocking all attacks from Serbia.

boom!
boom!
"Game, this round was scored by the Neon team, the score is 4:3."

"emission!"

When Marui came to serve, he pressed his wrist, and a golden light shot out from his hand.

The speeding tennis ball jumped up at an extremely tricky angle, but this was naturally not difficult for the Serbian players.

boom!
Victor's racket hung low on the ground and then he whipped it upwards, the roaring tennis ball showing its weight.

tread!
Marui Bunta, who did not pause after serving, once again stood in front of the net in midfield, took a deep breath and raised his arms.

Fantasy castle!

"This place! No access!"

Marui Bunta's voice was loud and powerful, and a powerful momentum burst out from his body.

boom!
Victor's counterattack was suppressed by Bunta Marui with a volley back into the Serbian court.

After returning the ball, Marui Bunta once again raised his arms.

"Yanke, don't worry about him, he can't bear it anymore!"

Victor's expression remained unchanged and he spoke calmly.

"I know, and being able to defeat such an opponent is also a very meaningful thing for me!"

Yanke took a deep look at Marui opposite him. Although he was surprised by his demeanor, the game was a game, and his eyes were full of determination.

boom!
A wave of air rolled back. Seeing how difficult Marui was, Yanke used all his strength.

"This place! No access!"

Marui Bunta stretched out his arms, and the fantasy castle reappeared.

boom!
Marui Bunta's perfect volleying skills can be called an art, and he blocked Janko Keczmanovic's return ball without any sloppiness.

Seeing this, Victor stepped back with his right foot and made a forward gesture.

"It's over! Serbian roar!"

"Ahh~~"

Victor kept roaring in his mouth, and the muscles in his body condensed into lumps.

All the power in his body was released in an instant, and the tennis ball exploded into an astonishing aura on the racket.

An explosion-like sound sounded in the Serbian team's backcourt, and a plume of smoke rose.

boom!
The tennis ball hit Marui as quickly as a bomb.

Marui Bunta sensed the danger, but he gritted his teeth and swung his racket.

He wants to fulfill his oath and no passage is allowed here!

"Red-haired brat...you guy..."

Tono Atsukyo, who was protected by Marui Bunta, was also shocked.

This scene was just like when he kept attacking Marui Bunta in the trials.

Think of the situation at that time and combine it with this moment.

The pride of being a senior made Tohno Tokkyo struggle forward: "I am Tohno Tokkyo, the executioner of the stadium, how could I let you, a brat, come to protect me!"

"If you can't catch this ball, you better step aside. I haven't finished this execution yet!"

"The twelfth method of execution, the electric chair."

Tono Atsukyo pushed Marui Bunta away and took another shot, hitting Janko Keczmanovic.

And his attacks didn't stop.

"Go to hell, the thirteenth method of execution is beheading."

Thirteen methods of execution were finally completed. Janko Keczmanovich was completely paralyzed and imprisoned on the court, unable to move.

One of the opponents in the doubles was directly eliminated by Tohno Atsukyo, and the final result was naturally not much of a surprise.

"Game, this game is over, the Neon team wins, the score is six to four!"

"I finally won, but this game."

Although they won the game, everyone was not in a good mood.

Tohno Atsukyo was injured again. Marui Bunta was one against two for a long time, and his injuries were not minor. Whether he can participate in the next game is still a question.

"But no matter what, we have won two games in a row. As long as we win one more, we will win this group stage."

"Then let me do the next one, I can't wait any longer!"

In the player area, Eishiro Kite picked up the racket and occupied the court. Marui Bunta's performance before had completely ignited the passion of this group of people.

……

ps: "Please give me a monthly ticket~"

(End of this chapter)