Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 816 Confrontation
boom!
This time, Bienboli returned the ball very quickly, but the tennis ball was intercepted by Irie as soon as it passed the net.

The attack that originally flew towards Yukimura was interrupted by Irie.

Immediately afterwards, Irie glanced at Frio in front of the net, twisted his wrist, and released a short diagonal ball.

boom!
"Neon varsity score, 0:30."

"Oh? Such wrist flexibility and control accuracy."

Irie's temporary change of tactics was too sudden, and the Spanish team's Frio gave up decisively and did not pursue it forcefully.

In the neon player area, watching Irie and Yukimura score one after another, Munuhiko couldn't help but smile:
"It seems that Irie-senpai and Yukimura have a good understanding of each other in doubles."

"Their tacit understanding is inseparable from your suggestions. Without your strong suggestions, I'm afraid Irie's character will definitely compete for the position of three singles."

Byodoin took over Munuhiko's words and spoke, but after he finished speaking, he gave Saeki Munuhiko a meaningful look.

None of them expected Yukimura Seiichi's compatibility in doubles.

When the game was changing, Bianboli noticed something was wrong with the trend of the game. He decisively stopped boiling the frog in warm water and said to Frio:

Now it depends on whether Bimboli can find the opponent's weakness. If he can't find it, he must use his full strength to compete as soon as possible.

"Both sides change game!"

……

"Frio, the opponent's weaknesses shouldn't be easy to find, right? Use all your strength, we can't lose this game."

"Irie-senpai, I'm going to take action!"

"Then please Yukimura-kun, please blossom yourself!"

These two neon players are not as simple as they thought.

……

Irie didn't have any objections to Yukimura's decision.

boom!
"Game, the Neon team scored, the score is 1:0."

Yukimura has a divine light in his eyes, and with the foreshadowing of the first game, it will be much easier to use the subsequent methods.

In the doubles between the two of them, Bian Boli is better at net skills.

As the game ended, the serve came to the Neon team, and Bimboli and Frio began to exchange positions.

Irie and Yukimura just used their strong foundation to deal with Hembori's attack.

Irie, who was in the neon half, was also talking to Yukimura.

His specialty, acrobatic hitting, needs to be at the net to show a higher level.

Two more tentative attacks followed, and Irie and Yukimura seized the opportunity to win decisively.

After hearing Bian Boli's words, Frio nodded his head slightly. He also felt the hidden danger of the other party: "Then start taking action!"

Facing Bimboli's temptation, they didn't reveal anything.

On the other side, the vice-captain of the Spanish team, Frio, frowned slightly.

When he came to the bottom line, Yukimura gently patted the tennis ball in his hand. He felt very comfortable at the moment.

There is nothing better than being on the world stage and still playing tennis.

"The world is coming. Vice-captains of Spain...Bianboli, Frio, let's start with you."

Yukimura's eyes casually looked at Frio's body posture in the receiving area of ​​​​the baseline, and then he threw the ball upwards calmly.

boom!
With his toes slightly off the ground, Yukimura's racket swung downwards at a very fast speed. Many people's eyes were blurred, and the tennis ball was already pressed into the corner of Frio's receiving area.

"What a fast pace, what a precise ball control!"

Yukimura was merciless, and this tricky shot made both Frio and Hemboli look tense.

Afterwards, a glint flashed in Frio's eyes, and those who knew him well knew that this was a prelude to his seriousness.

With a thud, the tennis ball bounced off the ground.

It was at this time that a tall figure wearing a gorgeous blue and white uniform appeared at the landing point of the tennis ball. boom!
Frio's figure took half a step across, and his waving arms drove the racket to hit from one place.

boom!
A small mustard-yellow ball suddenly appeared from the surface of Frio's racket and then flew back.

"The speed is excellent, the angles are tricky, and even the strength is full."

Frio said something in baby talk, and his tone was full of praise for Yukimura.

At this time, Yukimura also disappeared at the bottom line, and when he reappeared, he waved his arm downwards towards the blank space.

Zizizi!
The tennis ball appeared on his racket. When he heard Frio's praise for himself, Yukimura was not proud and responded in a gentle tone:

"It's an honor to be praised by the Spanish vice-captain! But..."

Yukimura raised his eyes and looked at the opposite side, letting the tennis ball spin on the racket without moving his arm at all.

After taking a look at Edgeboli's actions in front of the net, Yukimura narrowed his eyes and hit the tennis ball directly back to Frio's backcourt sideline.

boom!
The tennis ball passed through Boli's defense in the front court and flew to the back court.

The landing brought up a cloud of smoke and dust on the ground, bouncing high diagonally above Frio.

"Oh? What about the really scary junior high school student? Your counterattack is good, your movements are clean and concise, but it's a pity that your eye movements are too obvious!"

Frio's foot strength is amazing, and after showing his strength, he was not surprised by Yukimura's method of motivating him to keep running.

After easily catching up with the tennis ball, Frio didn't even look at the bouncing tennis ball.

"Then let's see how far you can reach!"

boom!
The arm swung down with strong inertia, and the huge movement caused the uniform to shake. Frio volleyed the tennis ball back with a calm posture.

I saw a golden light flashing across the court. The speed and power of this ball raised the strength of this game to a higher level again.

"Bianboli and Frio, it seems that these two Spanish vice-captains have a strong and perfect tennis foundation, and they can show their strong strength with the most ordinary returns."

The light in Munuhiko's eyes flickered slightly. Although the tugging between Frio and Yukimura seemed boring, it was indispensable for improving strength.

"However, these alone may not pose much of a threat to Yukimura and Irie!"

Zong Yan withdrew his gaze and shook his head.

The Spanish vice-captains, who had been rumored before the game and came for the German dual-professional combination, still had too much to hold back.

However, Irie also has reservations, and there is still time to play.

……

Tapping.

As the competition escalated, Yukimura's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his body carried a strong wind as he pursued quickly.

"This is the real strong man in the world. Apart from feeling this kind of oppression from Zong Yan before, I really miss it now..."

"However, if you want to rely solely on basic suppression, you can't deal with me, so you should let me... cut off your future."

呲......

His footsteps slipped quickly on the ground. Yukimura caught up with the tennis ball, bent his arm and lifted the racket.

However, the expected hitting feeling did not appear, and the tennis ball accelerated again after landing.

And it bounced irregularly, passing by Yukimura's racket at an extremely fast speed.

"Spain scores, 0-15!"

The referee quickly announced the score, and Yukimura also stopped shooting and stood. He looked at the tennis ball at his feet with a somewhat surprised expression.

"Yukimura-kun, it doesn't matter, the game has just begun!"

In front of the net, Irie turned around, pushed up his glasses and comforted him. The sunlight shone down, turning his lenses completely white, making it impossible for ordinary people to see his true thoughts.

……

ps: "Please give me a monthly ticket~"

(End of this chapter)