I'm in NetKing, and I have a tennis mini-game

Chapter 185: Death with wooden hands, the breath of death (2nd update)

"Well!"

Above the pitch.

Inoue, who was standing on the sidewalk, was very surprised and said: "That wooden hand... didn't even react?"

"This is normal."

On the contrary, Shiba blinked: "With Ishikawa's strength, it would be strange if he couldn't break this Shuchi method, right?"

"Forehead."

Inoue was obviously stunned for a moment, and he didn't expect that he would be educated by this newcomer's junior.

But soon.

He nodded with a wry smile and said, "That's true."

Ishikawa is very strong, and his strength has surpassed that of ordinary national-level players. This has become everyone's consensus when he defeated Sanada in the finals of the Kanto Tournament.

Although Kute is also very powerful, with a sharp playing style and a fierce personality, his fierceness is obviously not as good as Kia Kuzu, and his sharpness is even less than that of Sanada.

Then two people.

But he was defeated by Ishikawa one after another.

After trying to pass, Inoue shook his head: "Looking at it this way, there is no suspense in this game."

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Just as Inoue thought.

In the next game, Mu Shou was completely suppressed and had no ability to fight back.

His Shuchi method was completely suppressed by Ishikawa's terrifying bat speed. Even though I could see the tennis ball, I couldn't move it at all.

Bang!

"Game!"

"Hyotei Ishikawa, 1-0, exchange venues."

"Liar, liar, right?"

Inside Higa, those team members who were gearing up to cheer for their minister were suddenly dumbfounded.

They never expected that their minister would be completely suppressed.

"It's over."

Kai, Ping Guba and others shook their heads.

In their opinion, there was no hope of a comeback in this game.

"cut."

Hikachu's coach Saotome sneered: "I thought I had any ability. After a long time, I was suppressed by this first-year student and was unable to fight back."

"Wood hand!"

When exchanging courts, Saotome said coldly: "You can't really change your ways and start playing regular tennis, right?"

"Well."

Hearing this, Mu Shou raised his eyebrows lightly.

But he did not refute, but thought that what Saotome said made sense.

On the tennis court, it's never just about being strong.

Swish!

Looked up.

He looked at Ishikawa opposite, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Bang!

In the second game, Ishikawa served.

Tap! !

Hitting the tennis ball back, his wooden hand quickly moved towards the net. While Ishikawa was hitting the tennis ball over, he hit the tennis ball to the other side of his opponent.

"Oh?"

Seeing this, Xiangri was surprised and said: "Is he trying to use his speed to take the initiative and mobilize Ishikawa?"

"It does, to a certain extent."

Renzu touched his chin, nodded slightly and said: "The kind of quick return shot that looks like a sword requires a larger distance. As long as the opponent grasps the rhythm, it can be done."

Kendo style shot, very fast. But as Renzu said, just like opening a bow and setting an arrow, it requires an action of stretching the bow string.

As for Mushou, he is worthy of being a national-level player. He quickly found the weakness of the shot and took the initiative to attack.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The two kept fighting left and right.

Snapped!

At this time.

The wooden hand suddenly released a short ball.

"This is a short ball. Ugh!"

Inoue outside the court was very puzzled: "Ishikawa is not far from the net. More importantly, if you do this, it will destroy the fast playing rhythm that Kite has improved!"

In his opinion, there is no gain in doing this.

"Forehead."

Zhi next to him thought for a while and said, "Is it possible that he wants to use the move that Ishikawa just used to retaliate against his opponent?"

"Lob shot?"

Inoue frowned.

Although there was some truth to this statement, he always felt that something was not quite right.

Tap! !

At this time, Ishikawa appeared in front of the net and hit the tennis ball with his racket.

Chi Chi

The wooden hand lowered the racket head, held the racket diagonally against the ground and pulled it, creating a burst of sparks.

"Moon-climbing interception?!"

A thought popped up subconsciously in Inoue and Shiba's mind: "So, is it really a lob?"

Whoa!

however.

No one expected it.

The wooden hand was not playing a lob at all, but just to hit the dust on the ground and the stone he had noticed earlier towards Ishikawa.

call!

In an instant.

Dust filled the air.

And a sharp stone shone with a dangerous cold light, shrouding Ishikawa's face.

"Kid!"

After making a move, a cold light flashed in Mu Shou's eyes: "If you want to blame me, it's because you are too naive. No one will talk to you about benevolence, justice and morality on the tennis court."

call out!

But the next moment.

A light yellow luster suddenly magnified in front of Mu Shu's eyes. His pupils shrank suddenly, and he instinctively turned his head away after sensing danger.

Whoosh!

But the sharp cold light that followed was faster than his reaction. With a swish, it brushed against the wooden hand's cheek.

Along with the intense pain, the wooden hand felt a hint of warmth.

Bang!

Ishikawa's counterattack.

Accurately pressing on the bottom line.

Although his vision was obscured by smoke, it did not affect his precise ball control skills at all.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

And this time.

Everyone just noticed that there was blood dripping from Mu Shou's cheek.

"Why, how could that happen?"

Kai, Heira Furuba and others were stunned.

No one expected that Mu Hand's sure-fire blow not only failed to affect his opponent, but actually injured himself.

"Yoshiro!"

At this time, Kai quickly said: "Do you want me to get a band-aid?"

"No need."

Mu Shu wiped the blood on his face with his shoulder and said coldly: "I'm not that delicate yet."

Immediately.

Then he changed his position again and assumed a posture to catch the ball.

"This person is so cruel!"

Many passers-by and spectators were shocked after seeing Mu Shou's actions.

Obviously.

This is a ruthless person.

However, Ishikawa, who counterattacked his opponent after being plotted, was obviously superior.

"This guy is so naive."

Shishido shook his head and laughed: "He shouldn't think that Ishikawa is some kind-hearted first-year freshman, right?"

Hear the words.

The Ice Emperor team members next to him also laughed.

Even Sakaki Taro had a playful smile on his face.

The opponent's players not only underestimated Ishikawa's tennis prowess. It also far underestimated his playing experience.

The entire Ice Emperor. Including Atobe, no one can compare with Ishikawa when it comes to experience in this area.

This wooden hand wants to plot against Ishikawa, but he obviously has the wrong target!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Next.

The more Ishikawa fought, the more merciless he became.

Every ball he hits is in a position where the wooden hand can reach it, but it is difficult to exert force. The beating made the opponent feel very frustrated, but he did not dare to stop.

even so.

Mushou was also opened up by the opponent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bang!

"Game!"

"Hyotei Ishikawa, 2-0!"

Bang!

"Game!"

"Hyotei Ishikawa, 3-0!"

Bang!

"Game!"

"Hyotei Ishikawa, 4-0!"

In the blink of an eye, Ishikawa got four games.

On the other hand, Mushou not only failed to get a game, he didn't even get a point.

This minister in Higa is a man known as a ‘killer’. At this moment, he looked down and out. Even Higa's team members couldn't stand it and turned their heads to the side.

"It's so ugly!"

Coach Saotome shouted coldly.

"Well."

Mu Shou, who was suppressed to the point of being unable to fight back, was sweating continuously from his forehead. The salt from the sweat was constantly applied to the wound, making the veins in his hands throb with pain.

but.

It is precisely because of this that he can remain calm enough.

"He's too strong."

Kute, who has experienced it personally, has no doubts about Ishikawa's strength.

Under normal circumstances, his chance of winning is already approximately zero. If it were anyone else, I'm afraid they would have given up.

But the wooden hand didn't.

He stared at Ishikawa closely, and countermeasures to defeat the enemy flashed through his mind: "If we continue to fight like this, I will definitely lose. Therefore, we must affect his emotions and make him lose his mind."

Wooden Hands tried some small methods, such as breaking stones and lifting dust, but not only did it not work, but he was injured.

therefore.

Mude did not consider starting with Ishikawa himself, but turned his eyes to the person in the position of Hyotei's coach.

"Killing their coach will definitely anger him. No, no!"

But soon, Mu Shu gave up the idea.

Not to mention Ishikawa himself, I am afraid he is also wary of this trick. Those people in the Hyokui camp are definitely not doing it for a living.

The success rate of this style of play is too low.

but.

Besides.

But he couldn't find any other way to anger Ishikawa.

"and many more!!"

Just when the wooden hand was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the old man with a white beard wearing a red shirt and hunched back above the court.

Suddenly.

A glint flashed in Mu Shou's eyes.

Bang!

Subsequently.

He knocked the tennis ball out.

Pretend that nothing is wrong and continue to maintain the rhythm of the game. As the points were gradually lost, Mu Shou was constantly calculating in his mind how to attack the old man.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Mu Shu tried his best to fight with Ishikawa.

Snapped!

Sudden.

He again played a short ball.

His movements and posture were the same as before.

"This guy really doesn't know how to live or die!"

Seeing Mu Te's actions, Shishito couldn't help but sneered: "Does he think that Ishikawa has no temper at all?"

Hear the words.

Hiyoshi, Mukahi, and even Akutsu in the corner all sneered.

It would be a big mistake if the other party really regards their Hyokui's new minister as a good gentleman to bully.

Tap! !

but.

Facing the short ball that the wooden hand might use a small trick, Ishikawa still quickly hit the net and hit the tennis ball again.

"It's now!"

Seizing the opportunity, Mu Shu suddenly took action, picked up the racket and hit it in mid-air.

Whoosh!

Immediately, a tennis ball flew high with sharp spin and messy arc.

"Lob shot?"

"Or the spin of the giant cobra?"

"This wooden hand also hides such a trick?"

No one expected that Mu Shou would suddenly make such a move.

"Wait. Not good!"

Above the pitch.

Saeki, who was still surprised at first, looked at the general trajectory of the tennis ball and seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Grandpa, be careful!!!"

Saeki ran over quickly, trying to block the ball from the old man.

but.

The wooden hand had planned this shot for a long time, and after careful consideration, the spin and speed it produced were terrifying. With Saeki's reaction and speed, there was no time. He could only watch helplessly as the tennis ball hit the old man's face.

"That's too late."

The players in the Hexagon, as well as the surrounding passers-by and spectators, were all nervous.

Snapped!

however.

What no one expected was.

Just when the tennis ball was about to hit the old man, the opponent quickly stretched out his left hand. With lightning speed, he grabbed the tennis ball in his hand.

"Forehead"

moment.

Everyone was stunned.

Mu Shu was even more as if he had seen a ghost, looking at the short and shriveled old man, as if he could be blown down by a strong wind.

"young people."

At this time, the old man opened his eyes and said calmly: "Do it again and again, but not again. Tennis balls are not something used to attack others."

"Humph."

Regarding the old man's advice, Mu Shu undoubtedly took it as a sermon, going in one ear and out the other, and didn't take it to heart at all.

In contrast.

He felt even more pity because he didn't expect the other party to be so responsive. Moreover, what puzzled Mu Shu was that even though he was far away, the impact of his big cobra was beyond the ability of an old man to block it.

"This old guy must have other secrets!"

Saying bad luck in his heart, Mu Shou turned around and continued the game.

"Ok?"

While thinking about how to anger Ishikawa in other ways, Kishou suddenly felt an extremely depressing aura.

Swish!

He looked up sharply.

But he met Ishikawa's cold eyes.

In an instant.

He only felt that the temperature around him instantly dropped to zero, and an indescribable chill spread uncontrollably from his heart.

hum!

next moment.

With Ishikawa as the center, a dazzling and sharp aura suddenly bloomed.

"Gudu."

Feeling this terrifying pressure, Mu Shou's heart sank suddenly. He has practiced Okinawan martial arts since he was a child, and the keen intuition he has developed allows him to smell a very dangerous aura at this moment. It even made his body tremble unconsciously!

Like death!

(End of this chapter)