Net King: Starting from Li Hai as a substitute

Chapter 48 Atobe VS Sanada
Generally speaking, when two schools compete, a winner will be determined if they lose three out of five games. However, training games are not included. Even if they lose all games, they have to continue playing.

"The third singles match, Tatekai Genichiro Sanada vs. Hyotei Atobe Keigo."

"I heard Ninzu said that you wanted to play a match with me, so you switched the order of matches with Yukimura?" Atobe asked.

"Yeah." Sanada nodded and admitted directly: "I heard that you and Tezuka played a game before, and you lost 6-1?"

When Atobe heard this, his face suddenly became very ugly: "What do you mean by saying this? Do you want to mock me?"

"No, I just want to judge Tezuka's current strength through this fight with you. If you are too weak, the score of 6-1 will only prove that Tezuka has been slacking off during this time." Sanada Said seriously.

After hearing this, Atobe's eyes became even more sinister: "You guys really dare to say that!"

Sanada's words meant that he was just a tool to measure Tezuka's strength. This was completely looking down on him, Keigo Atobe!

But then a look of surprise appeared on Ji's face, and he asked in a joking tone: "But if you can say something like this, it proves that you have also lost to Tezuka, right? What was your score at that time?" "

When Sanada heard this, he thought of the two games half a year ago, 6-0 and 6-1. This was an eternal pain in his heart!

Sanada pressed the brim of his hat and snorted coldly: "Hmph, you don't have to worry about it! I'm much better than you anyway!"

"Oh? Really? But why can't I hear any confidence in your tone?" Atobe was skeptical.

Seeing that these two people were still fighting, Amamiya Izumi on the sidelines couldn't help but shouted: "Hey, you two eldest brothers, let alone the second brother, if you want to fight, hurry up. It's almost time for dinner." Clicked!"

"Yes, it's almost noon. Amamiya, I'm really a little hungry when you say that." Marui touched his stomach and smacked his lips, "What should I eat for lunch today?"

"How about pork chop rice?"

"Eh? But I want something sweet."

"It's better to have staple food for lunch."

……

"Izumi Amamiya (Amamiya) guy!"

Atobe and Sanada were both offended by what Amamiya Izumi said just now. They glared at Amamiya Izumi, but Amamiya Izumi didn't look at them at all, and instead started discussing with Marui. What should I have for lunch.

Sanada and Atobe's punch hit the cotton, so they focused on the game again.

"Sanada, I think you don't need to challenge Tezuka anymore, because today I will give you a miserable defeat to let you understand the gap between you and Tezuka."

"Everyone can tell lies, but let me show you the truth!"

……

"The match begins. In the first game, Rikkai Ohsanada's serve."

Whoosh!
The tennis ball was thrown into the air, and when it reached its highest point, it slowly fell back down.

"Atobe, I want to see how strong you are?"

It's as fast as the wind!

boom!
The racket in Sanada's hand was swung as fast as the wind, and the tennis ball instantly tore through the air in front of him and fell towards Atobe's half of the court.

"But so!"

Atobe's pupils narrowed and he caught the trajectory of the tennis ball in the blink of an eye. This ordinary high-speed ball was no different to him.

Starting, running, turning, and swinging the racket, Atobe's movements are elegant and yet elegant.

boom!
A stream of yellow light jumped out from the racket, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then landed in the bottom corner on the other side of Sanada.

"Fancy guy!"

Sanada's figure instantly came to the landing point of the tennis ball and took a swing posture.

Don't move like a mountain!

boom!
The tennis ball was reflected directly back as if it had hit an iron wall. Atobe, who thought he had scored, was a little unable to react in time.

boom!
"Sanada scores, 15-0."

"Ah, well, your defensive counterattack speed is quite fast."

There was a bit of surprise in Atobe's tone: "But you won't have this opportunity again."

"Not necessarily."

Sanada replied calmly.

However, Atobe, who became serious, did what he said, and did not let Sanada's solid defensive counterattack score easily, and Sanada also continued to look for opportunities in the fight.

……

boom!
"Atobe scores, 15-15."

……boom!
"Game, Sanada, 1-0."

……

boom!
"Game, Atobe, 1-1."

The two fought very fiercely, but the score never widened.

smack~ smack~
Sanada tapped the tennis ball twice. Atobe's physique and tennis skills were both excellent. When combined with his powerful insight, he was often able to predict the enemy's opportunities, both offensively and defensively, and gave them constant blows. put pressure on.

"However, the temptation ends here. This strength alone is not enough to defeat me."

Sanada gripped the tennis ball hard, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

Swish!
Sanada threw the tennis ball high, his knees slightly bent, his waist gradually bent down, and all the muscles in his body tensed up in an instant.

The result of tight muscles throughout the body is a sudden burst of strength throughout the body in a few seconds.

"It's as fast as the wind!"

At this time, Sanada's swing speed had reached an extremely terrifying level, and even Atobe's eyesight could not see it clearly.

call out!
There was a small, sharp sound in the air, and then a yellow tennis ball landed on Atobe's side in the blink of an eye.

"Want to serve and score in front of me? Wishful thinking!"

The moment the tennis ball bounced, Atobe relied on his powerful insight to capture the trajectory of the tennis ball.

As the racket turned, the tennis ball quickly flew back to Sanada's half.

But before Atobe could show a proud smile, the tennis ball flashed past him again with the sharp sound of wind.

boom!
"Sanada scores, 15-0."

"what?"

Atobe was a little confused. He was slightly negligent and didn't even see the trajectory of the ball just now.

"Who told you that my Swift Wind can only be used to serve?"

The immovable defensive counterattack speed, coupled with the fierce counterattack as fast as the wind, is like a strong wind in the mountains at night.

Sanada slowly put down his racket, his voice as cold as ice: "Atobe, you are too lazy!"

"You start to feel proud after winning a goal. You really know how to put on a show."

Atobe's face looked a little ugly. He had slacked off just now, and he really didn't expect that Sanada's Swift Wind could still be used to fight back.

But next, he will go all out!

"It's as fast as the wind!"

An afterimage of a racket that was invisible to the naked eye passed by, and the tennis ball once again turned into a gust of wind and swept away towards Atobe.

Atobe concentrated all his energy and mobilized all his insights, his dark blue pupils trembling slightly.

"I saw you!"

Atobe appeared behind the tennis ball in a flash, and his arm exploded with great force to pull the tennis ball back.

boom!
The tennis ball is hit flatly, turning into a diagonal line of light pointing straight to the bottom corner.

But Sanada had also been standing there waiting for a long time. He held the clap in his right hand to his waist and made a sword-drawing gesture, and then quickly slashed forward.

It's as fast as the wind!

This time the "wind" speed was a bit faster than before, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

But Atobe seemed to have seen the trajectory of the tennis ball clearly in advance. The moment Sanada swung the racket, his footsteps began to move, and then he swung the racket and intercepted the tennis ball directly in the air.

boom!
"Atobe scores, 15-15."

Sanada's wind speed is very fast, both in terms of ball speed and swing speed. If Atobe was facing this situation a month ago, he might really be helpless.

But after the battle with Tezuka, his insight has evolved to more than one level.

With all his strength, Sanada's wind-like speed was nothing more than a slightly faster ball and swing in his eyes.

"My eyes have seen through your golf course, Sanada, you have no chance of winning!"

Aobe gently pressed his fingers on the bridge of his nose, his blue eyes shining with confidence.

Sanada's brows furrowed slightly, with a look of displeasure on his face: He just won one goal and made such a proud gesture, Atobe Keigo is such a frivolous guy.

Amamiya Izumi: I’m holding back!Two half-assed guys.

(End of this chapter)