Net King: This player is backed by justice

Chapter 122
"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Game, Yamato Fuji, 4-4!"

"It's really a stalker!"

Marui Bunta in the audience said solemnly.

Jackal Sangbara nodded, with a bit more solemnity and pressure in his eyes.

"However, the pressure on people is really great, and there is no chance to breathe."

Hiroshi Yagyu adjusted his glasses and said calmly and calmly: "Being targeted like this all the time, I'm afraid I'm already burning with anger, Nioh."

These two guys!
Nioh Masaharu secretly gritted his teeth, his tired eyes filled with angry flames.

Even though he had tried his best to avoid getting entangled with Yamato Yudai, the other party still kept biting him like a mad dog.

Mori Jusaburo looked at Fuji Shusuke with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He didn't expect Fuji Shusuke to fight so tenaciously. Although he struggled under his own attack, he still persisted for a long time.

"I encountered unexpected resistance."

Yanagi Renji said with some seriousness: "It's okay for Senpai Mori, but for Nioh who has little competition experience, this is a test."

"Yes, and his opponents have been targeting him."

Mitsuya Akuto seemed to have encountered an unexpected variable in the experiment, frowning and thinking.

"However, pressure is relative. The pressure from the opponent is not necessarily less than that of Maori and Nioh."

"Is it okay, Fuji!"

"No, no problem, senior."

Although he said this, Fuji Shusuke felt extremely tired at this time. His steps were so heavy that it was difficult to lift them up. The fingers holding the racket seemed to be stiff at this time. He didn't know how much strength he used to hold the racket. All he knew was that he had used all his strength at this time, as if the racket would come out of his hand in the next second.

The senses are also slowly declining, and the reflexes are not as good as before.

Yamato Yudai looked at Fuji Shusuke's state at this time and knew that Fuji was at the end and must hurry up and make a quick decision.

But
At this time, the person who can least be anxious is him.

Yamato Yudai took a deep breath and patted Fuji Shusuke on the shoulder.

"Keep on holding on, hold on for a moment, be sure to hold on!"

"Yes, senior."

Fuji Shusuke felt that the density of the air at this time was much higher, making even a small movement difficult.

But despite this, Fujisuke gritted his teeth and persisted.

"We must win!"

Yamato looked at Fuji Shusuke's tired and gloomy eyes, still so determined, and couldn't help but look moved, and then nodded heavily.

"Well, we must win!"

The game continues.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

You have no strength anymore!
Fuji Shusuke's current state looked like a candle in the wind to Mori Juzaburo, as if it would be extinguished with the next ball.

Of course, although Nioh Masaharu is in better shape than Fuji Shusuke, he is still in an extremely dangerous situation.

Therefore, I have to defeat you before that guy does!

Juzaburo Mouri looked at Yudai Yamato who was waiting for the opportunity, and hit the ball decisively and resolutely.

"Oh!"

The sound of hitting the ball still sounded powerful and powerful at this time, which was undoubtedly a cruel thing for Fuji Shusuke.

Tapping.

Dragging heavy steps, Fujisuke struggled to catch up with the tennis ball. He held the racket with both hands and summoned all his strength to resist the tennis ball.

"Oh!"

The huge force coming from the racket made Fuji Shusuke almost let go, but Fuji Shusuke still squeezed out the last bit of strength from his body to hit the tennis ball back.

"Oh!"

There was no chance to breathe at all, and Mori Juzaburo's second attack followed closely.

"Whoosh!"

The tennis ball flew completely to the other side of Fuji Shusuke's court, but Fuji still stood there without reacting.

Everyone couldn't help but feel excited when they saw this scene.

At this moment, Yamato Yudai's figure appeared in front of the tennis ball.

"Oh!"

Yamato Yudai looked determined, and after catching the tennis ball, he hit it towards Nioh Masaharu.

Nioh Masaharu ran with all his strength, but was still a step too slow.

"5-4!"

"it is good!"

After everyone in Seigaku saw Yamato Yudai score, they immediately burst into cheers.

But they didn't give everyone in Qingxue much time to be happy.

Hisaburo Mori immediately regained the points with the next ball.

The score is 5-5.

Next it was Yamato Yudai's turn to serve, and the one who received the serve was Nioh Masaharu.

The score at this time has undoubtedly reached a critical watershed.

Even Nioh Masaharu, who usually has a somewhat frivolous personality, also felt the pressure coming in like a tide at this time.

He looked at Yamato Yudai across from him nervously, holding the racket tightly and breathing heavily.

This goal must be scored.

This idea was conveyed unabashedly through Yamato Yudai's eyes.His resolute gaze made Jusaburo Mouri tense up and shouted: "Keep this goal, Nioh!"

"learn!"

Nioh Masaharu shouted.

"Whoo~"

The more critical the moment, the more calm you need to be.

Yamato Yudai took a deep breath and then threw the tennis ball into the air.

"Oh!"

Seeing the flying tennis ball, Nioh Masaharu immediately started to move like a frightened bird.

Tread.

But just as Nioh Masaharu moved, his physical strength seemed to have reached the critical point. His feet couldn't help but soften and his body staggered.

King Nio!

Everyone in Lihai was shocked when they saw this scene.

Fortunately, Nioh Masaharu immediately maintained his balance and caught the tennis ball.

"Oh!"

After struggling to hit the tennis ball back, Niou Masaharu showed a worried look.

Too high!
Chance Ball!
Seeing the tennis ball flying high over the net, everyone in Seigaku looked at Fuji Shusuke who was under the tennis ball with expectant looks.

Call back!Call me back, Fuji!

Everyone in Qingxue shouted crazily in their hearts.

Fuji Shusuke looked at the tennis ball above his head and felt that his hands and feet were shaking slightly. The smash ball that was usually a sure shot turned into a severe test at this time.

His eyes were a little worried and hesitant, but finally turned into determination, gritted his teeth, and jumped into the air.

"Oh!"

A smash shot that was above the level.

it is good!
Everyone in Seigaku looked happy, but Jusaburo Mori caught Fuji Shusuke's smash.

"Oh!"

The joy on the faces of everyone in Qingxue froze before they had time to restrain themselves.

It's too early to be happy!

Mori Jusaburo looked at the empty court in front of the tennis ball.

If this goal is scored, it will undoubtedly be a heavy blow to the morale of Qingxue.

However, at this moment, Yamato Yudai's figure appeared.

"Oh!"

A flying save completely shocked Mori Hisaburo.

How could he be there!

Under the surprised gaze of Mori Jusaburo, the tennis ball slowly flew over the net and flicked to the ground.

"Da da da."

"6-5!"

"it is good!"

Everyone in Qingxue cheered, and there was a sense of joy in surviving the disaster in their voices.

Jinguji Hikaru's tense body also relaxed at this time, but his eyes were still looking closely at the four people on the court.

It's almost time. If you hold on a little longer, you will win!

It was Mouri Jusaburo's turn to serve, and Yamato Yudai received the serve.

"Cheer up."

After giving instructions to Niou Masaharu who was a little distracted, Mori Jusaburo no longer had any extra energy to think about other things at this time.

Must score this point!
He and Yamato Yudai thought at the same time.

"Whoosh!"

"Oh!"

Faced with Mouri Juzaburo's serve, Yamato Yudai still chose to attack Nioh Masaharu.

Seeing Yamato Yudai who once again treated him like a soft persimmon, Niou Masaharu's long-suppressed anger was finally released!

Stop looking down on people!

At this moment, Nioh Masaharu forgot about losing by one point, held the racquet with both hands, and hit the tennis ball hard.

"Oh!"

Under everyone's nervous gaze, the tennis ball was hit by Nioh Masaharu, and then flew to the opposite side.

At this time, Fuji Shusuke was standing in front of the tennis ball.

Win this goal, win this goal!
With only this thought in his mind, Fuji Shusuke raised his racket high and drew a semicircle in the air.

This pose is!
Nioh Masaharu's expression changed, and there was deep fear in his eyes.

No, it's impossible, he has no physical strength anymore!

"Oh!"

Seeing Fuji Shusuke's flying swallow returning to the nest, Nioh Masaharu didn't think he could succeed, but his body still chased the tennis ball in panic.

Everyone watched the ball with bated breath.

Three steps, two steps, one step.
The tennis ball landed on the ground with Nioh Masaharu still one step away. Then, all the expectations, prayers, and hopes in Nioh Masaharu's eyes completely turned into deathly silence at this moment.

"Shh!"

On the sidelines, Jinguji Hikaru, who had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly stood up, his excitement and joy uncontrollable.

Deafening cheers sounded.

"it is good!"

(End of this chapter)