Net King: Black Glory

Chapter 817 The suppressed Yukimura and Irie

"I know, Irie-senpai."

Hearing this, Irie nodded, half-crouched in the frontcourt again, and took a defensive posture.

This time, the opposing receiving staff became Bimboli.

"Spain... seems to be showing off its strength!"

Yukimura took a deep look at Frio in the frontcourt and Hemboli in the backcourt, and then threw the ball high again.

If someone gets close, they will find that at this moment Yukimura has directly deprived himself of his five senses and activated his own zero-sense state.

For Yukimura, tennis is everything.

Although he was in a state of zero, what showed outwardly was his love for tennis.

boom!
With a crisp sound, the tennis ball disappeared from everyone's sight.

The suppression of Bimboli and Frio did not make him waver in any way, and he could clearly feel everything coming from the tennis ball from his palm.

call!
Holding the tennis ball in one hand, Yukimura took a deep breath of air.

The flexible body is doing extremely stretching movements in the air.

"It's even scarier than acrobatics. His physical fitness seems to be amazing with such an action!"

"Haha, the bottom line corner kick is useless to me!"

"Trick shot?"

"It's actually faster than the first ball. Can your strength continue to improve?"

Bian Boli tried his hand and gave the Neon team a small shock.

I'm afraid not many people in their Neon team have such flexibility and strong physical fitness.

……

boom!
However, such a fast serve has little effect on Bimboli.

He made a backhand move, and the tennis ball suddenly turned into a golden light and disappeared from Bimboli's hand.

boom!
A straight golden beam of light went straight to the bottom corner on the other side of Bianboli.

"Spain scores and the score is 0-30."

boom!
Hemboli landed firmly on his feet with graceful posture, and the tennis ball flew directly through the guards of Irie and Yukimura and flew out of the court.

"Bian Boli, a good counterattack, and the timing is just right!"

"What did he do just now?"

As he spoke, Irie Jiang's body instantly moved sideways and blocked him in front of the net.

The two Spanish players were not surprised by Irie's shot. They saw Bian Boli running quickly towards the bottom corner, taking three steps and two steps at a time, leaping high and then doing a somersault in the air.

Pointing his toes, he jumped up while pumping his arms. He did not wait for the tennis ball to land, but instead slammed down the tennis ball as it flew over the net.

The tennis ball that smashed towards Bimboli's blind spot was easily withdrawn by him in an extremely outrageous way.

Yukimura raised his unfocused eyes, and the bright white threads in his mind began to wrap around the two people opposite...

Throw the ball, lead the shot!
Yukimura didn't have any fluctuations because of the opponent's strength. He even had a gentle smile on his lips and already spiked the ball while waving his arms.

There was a crisp sound on the court, and the tennis ball only appeared for a moment before disappearing from most people's eyes.

It was Frio's turn to receive the serve again and he ran sideways and forward. His eyes had dynamic vision and detection capabilities far beyond those of others. The tennis ball was extremely clear in his eyes.

After quickly catching up with the tennis ball, he swung the racket at the tennis ball.

boom!
With a flick of his wrist, Frio raised his arm and buckled.

Bian Boli, who was in the frontcourt, looked back at the bottom line, and then a smile appeared on his lips: "Frio's spiritual insight is the best."

As Bianboli finished speaking, Frio, who was on the baseline, had already pulled the racket completely and pulled it backwards. The tennis ball, which had disappeared from ordinary people's sight, directly hit his racket.

The extremely fast tennis ball disappeared from everyone's eyes again after flashing a golden light.

boom!
After the sound of hitting the ball, the tennis ball quickly flew through the net bag, passed through the other side of the frontcourt Neon team's Irie Kanata, landed on the baseline, and flew directly out of the court.

"The Spanish team scored, the score was 0-40."

Frio counterattacked with this attack, dealing with it very naturally, and his strong strength was undoubtedly displayed.

With Frio's retaliation, everyone in the Neon Team was surprised.

Even Saeki Munuhiko and Byodoin Phoenix frowned slightly.

"This guy's basic five-dimensional skills have probably reached a very strong point..." Everyone in the Neon team stared at the field. Frio, who didn't seem to be much special at first, after he showed himself , they can already feel the strength of Frio.

This kind of power is all-round. Although Yukimura only hit a super-fast serve, Zongyan and others certainly know very well that tennis cannot be that simple.

Not to mention anything else, even if the mental energy wrapped in the tennis ball is not handled well, a chain reaction will occur.

And Frio, who received so many tennis balls from Yukimura in a row, was able to knock back all the power of the tennis balls and eliminate all the energy in an instant.

This is already terrifying, after all, Yukimura relies on this skill to play ball.

At this moment, even Irie's expression became serious.

On the court, the game continued, with the Spanish team firmly suppressing the Neon team.

boom!
"Spain scores, 0:40."

……

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

……

Frio, who possesses excellent insight, and Hembori, whose physical fitness and skills are astonishing, seem to be completely restrained by Irie and Yukimura.

The second game also ended quickly with the combo between Frio and Bianboli.

"You're in good shape, Bian Boli."

Frio smiled and gave Bianboli a high-five.

"Don't be careless Frio, the opponent should be making a move soon. We have more say than others about the weirdness of mental players!"

Bianboli smiled and couldn't break through his and Frio's defenses with simple mental tricks.

With Bian Boli's control of the game, he knew very well that as long as he could withstand the explosion of the two Neon players, the game would be won.

At this time, Irie also found Yukimura...

……

In the third game, the game came to Frio's serve.

Looking at Irie who was responsible for receiving the serve at the baseline, Frio did not follow Irie's courtesy and threw the ball high, bending his knees to bounce it.

"Although I don't know what you are planning, there are too many flaws!"

boom!
Frio jumped high, his strong body gave him amazing strength, and he swung hard at the tennis ball.

The air seemed to be blown open, and the tennis ball deformed the moment it came into contact with the racket.

Seeing such a terrifying tennis ball flying towards him, Irie's face changed drastically. He quickly stepped forward and held the racket with both hands and tried his best to control the tennis ball.

At the same time, Irie yelled, his hands and arms constantly shaking.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Go back...go back!"

"Too many unnecessary moves!"

In front of the net, Bienboli stepped forward, put one hand on the ground, spread his feet, and swung the racket unexpectedly.

boom!
What followed seemed to be a random movement, but this time the blow still caused a huge explosion.

Yukimura was very focused in front of the net, and his skills in front of the net were not low. He stepped forward and used the inertia of his body to aim at the tennis ball and hit it down.

"Good cooperation, but it's a pity it's useless!"

At this time, Bian Boli, who had just stood firm, jumped up again and directly blocked the path of the tennis ball.

boom!
"Spanish Cowboy!"

Bimboli's racket burst into flames.

The tennis ball passed through Yukimura before he landed.

Boom~
"Spain scores, 15:0."

"Spain! Spain!"

"Oh oh oh!"

Bianboli scored a point with such a handsome posture, and the enthusiasm of the Spanish team's fans was also ignited.

……

ps: "Please give me a monthly ticket~"

(End of this chapter)