Net King: My Black Basket Template

Chapter 40 Different Competitions

shuh~
  The tennis ball spun and fell slowly from the second hand.

boom!
  The racket made sharp cuts from bottom to top, and a yellow curved arc appeared plainly on the court.

"Start serving?" Ibu Fukaji outside the court frowned. What on earth was this young guy planning?

As if to answer his doubts, Fuji said quietly.

"This ball will disappear."

A cold light flashed in the blue eyes, and a cold voice sounded in the ears of everyone in Fudo Peak.

rustling.
  The tennis ball bounced diagonally after hitting the ground, and the light yellow trajectory was clearly visible.

But in an instant, the flying tennis ball suddenly vibrated violently and irregularly, and several blurry ball shadows flashed continuously.

People watching from outside the stadium rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

Tennis is really missing!

"Oh, Fuji, you can't fool me with such a trick."

Yuki Satoru pulled out an afterimage from his body, pressed down the racket, and made a sharp diagonal stroke towards a certain blank area.

Bang!
  A crisp sound suddenly sounded, and the tennis ball pressed against Fuji's bottom line, tearing the air, and leaving traces of electric light on the white bottom line.

"0-15."

"You can see it right away."

Just one ball, and a heavy sense of oppression came from the opposite side.

Plop. Plop.
  Fuji seemed to be forced onto the mountain of swords filled with cold light, but he showed no signs of timidity. His heart was beating fiercely and passionately, and the surging blood was transmitted along the blood vessels throughout his body.

Tezuka should have been this strong before he was injured!

call out!
  Another tennis ball that shook irregularly was sliced ​​out by him.

hum~
  Yuki Satoru has no plans to show mercy.

Thunder Trio·Remnant·Lightning!
  The blue electric light flashed away, and the dust in the air seemed to be stirred up by the tennis ball, raising up a burst of broken light.

Tap tap tap.
  Fuji pulled sideways and pointed at the flickering electric light with his left hand. He bent his right knee slightly and raised the racket upwards as his body sank slightly. His calm eyes tried hard to find the shadow of the tennis ball.

"Saw."

His eyes suddenly focused a little.

Clap!

Volleying, the racket hits the tennis ball like a kitchen knife hitting a wire.

The moment he caught the ball, a violent impact came from the racket, and a numb feeling instantly occupied the entire palm of his hand.

Fuji immediately rotated his wrist slightly and changed the angle of the racket, switching from hitting to cutting in an instant.

This force is perfectly dispersed in the racket surface, and the strings of the racket rub the tennis ball, and the brilliant skills are born in the flash of inspiration.

Whoosh!
  A golden crescent moon suddenly appeared on the court, like a baby swallow flying close to the ground.

"It's this move again!"

Kamio Akira felt his whole body tremble. He had suffered from this move in the regional competition.

On the side, Ibu Shinji's eyes became more and more solemn. He was actually able to use this method to break the senior's tricks. Fuji's response allowed him to see a different perspective.

But at the same time, he also understood one thing. On the road of skill, Fuji Shusuke was ahead of him.

just
  A cold light suddenly appeared, and Yuki Satoru's figure suddenly appeared on the path of the tennis ball, and the racket was swung against the ground.

Bang!
  The curveball almost touched the ground and exploded!
  "0-30!"

"It is indeed very interesting to use flying swallows to return their nests to fight back, but it is too forced."

Just like the game half a year ago, one person commented on the other person's playing style from a higher perspective. It's just that Fuji was a person in a high position at that time, but now the status of the two has undergone a 180-degree turn.

Fuji's eyes flashed slightly, and he did not feel unwilling because his opponent who was once weaker than him became stronger than himself.

The cool evening breeze blew across the court, the dividing net shook slightly, and shadows rippled on the ground.

Her hair was slightly raised by the breeze, revealing a stubborn expression.

Why come to Bubufeng? He couldn't tell himself clearly.

Maybe it was the overwhelming strength Yuuki Satoru showed in the competition, or maybe it was the way Yuuki Satoru and the Fudomine members shouted out that they had reached the top of the country.

But no matter what the reason was, in his eyes, Yuuki Satoru's figure was slowly turning into another person.

It was a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with short brown hair parted in threes and threes. The eyes on his cold face were always firm, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed to hide the emotions in his heart.

When the figure completely overlapped with Yuuki Satoru, Fuji's expression was slightly startled.

Tezuka
  Fuji is a person who knows his own heart very well, and he has two knots in his tennis.

He lacks the competitive spirit like others.

In the game, what he desires more is to push his opponents to the limit and enjoy the pleasure brought by the momentary crisis, rather than pursuing the final victory.

The second knot is Tezuka Kunimitsu.

That was the person he wanted to surpass, but since Tezuka was injured, he has never been able to find a chance to have a fair fight with him.

However, the "Tezuka" in front of him at this moment made Fuji's fighting spirit completely burst out.

"In your eyes, do I seem to be someone's substitute?"

Yuki Satoru felt the subtle changes in Fuji's eyes, and he murmured softly.

The surrounding air suddenly dropped a few degrees.

Near Qingxue, there is a tennis court under the viaduct.

Fuji competes with the imaginary Tezuka at Fudomine.

But on this deserted tennis court, Kunio Aoda was competing against the real Tezuka.

Bang!
  The cold clear light penetrated from the feet of Kunio Qingtian, and the tennis ball left a clearly visible mark on the ground with its fierce rotation.

shuh~
  After the tennis ball flew over the net, it fell rapidly. The moment it hit the ground, it did not bounce up, but rolled backwards.

call out!
  The flying tennis ball actually drew an arc trajectory and returned to Tezuka's feet.

Bang!
  The milky white breath gathered in Tezuka's left hand, and there was an explosion. The sharp yellow beam shook Aoda Kunio's racket away, and even the string was broken.

Sweat seeped out of Aoda Kunio's pores, and his wet clothes stuck tightly to his back.

His pupils were full of shock. He knew that Tezuka was very powerful, but he didn't know that he was so powerful.

For a moment, it seemed like he was back in the regional preliminaries.

In his eyes, the appearance of the person in front of him gradually overlapped with that of Yuuki Satoru, and both of them were so ruthless in their attacks.

So he couldn't help shouting: "Tezuka, what do you want to do?"

Tezuka put away his racket slightly with a determined expression.

"Minister Qingtian, I just want you to know one thing."

"I'm strong.

Strong enough to defeat you easily, strong enough to lead Qingxue into the whole country, strong enough that you can trust Qingxue to me."

Under the setting sun, Tezuka's shadow was stretched so long that it enveloped Kunio Aoda.

"So in order to verify this matter, Minister Qingtian, please don't be careless!"

(End of this chapter)