Net King: Li Haida

on the pitch.

The two have reached the bottom line, and the game is about to begin.

Bang! Bang!

Jong-su gently slapped the tennis ball.

Then his eyes froze, and an extremely strong aura burst out.

"Here we go!"

Everyone held their breath.

I know that the next game will be the top battle in the entire training camp.

"Although I don't know your strength, I will definitely win this game!"

Swish!

With a flick of the wrist, the tennis ball is tossed.

Jong Xiu jumped sideways, and the racket hit the tennis ball hard.

A golden glow instantly enveloped the tennis ball.

Light Shot!

The aura of destruction spreads and sweeps across the court.

The faces of the high school students watching around changed, but they didn't expect Zong Xiu to hit the ball lightly as soon as he made a shot.

Rumble!

A deafening roar exploded.

The tennis ball turned into a huge pillar of light and flew towards the Eight Dust Sword.

The air was torn apart, and a series of sonic booms were heard.

"Sure to win?"

The Eight Dust Sword's face changed, but it was quickly replaced by Ling Li: "Then let me see if you have this strength!"

Swish!

As soon as you step out, you will be at the landing point of the tennis ball in an instant.

At the moment when the ball bounces, the racket swings.

Bang!

A dull sound exploded.

Everyone was alarmed, and when they looked at the Eight Dust Sword, they found that the tennis ball had been caught.

And an even brighter light appeared, engulfing the tennis ball.

The air roared, and the tennis ball flew wildly.

"Hit back!"

"That's a light shot, and the Eight Dust Sword will also do this move!"

"The other party really did not fall willingly, his strength did not retreat, but grow!"

The high school students were in an uproar when they saw this.

"Is the real master finally appearing?"

Taneshima's gaze froze.

"Listening to those high school students, this player named Bachen Kenyi once competed for the No.1 position in his freshman year of high school. "

Date boy whispered.

"In other words, the other party is the top player in the training camp?"

The companion also had a more dignified face.

Although I don't know the specific strength of the other party.

But if you can hit the ball with light, it will definitely not be weak.

Rumble!

While the group was talking, the game on the field was raging.

Zong Xiu looked at the opponent's return shot, and a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes.

A high school student who can light hit the ball, he met it for the first time.

"The Eight Dust Sword can use light to hit the ball, and that strength is at least half a step world-class, or even world-class!"

His eyes flashed, and there was a touch of seriousness on his face.

Knowing that the other party and other high school students are not, it is worth taking seriously as a master.

Swish!

The racket swept and slashed hard.

The sweet spot cut clears the path of the light shot, and then fights back.

"Come on!"

"Let me see how strong you really are!"

The Eight Dust Sword snorted.

As he spoke, he swung his racket like a long sword.

The sharp aura flowed, which made people feel frightened for a while.

Bang!

Blazing white light pierced.

The tennis ball had just rushed over the net when it was blasted back.

Seeing this, Zong Xiu did not dodge or dodge, and fought back.

Bang! Bang!

The sound of the shot kept ringing.

The two were engaged in a fierce confrontation, and each time they fired back, they would kick up dust all over the ground.

Powerful forces swept through, and cracks appeared in the ground.

"Senior............ Is that all you have?"

Zong Xiu let out a long laugh and flipped his wrist as he spoke.

Airplanes!

A dazzling golden glow burst out and shone throughout the stadium.

Light Strike: Silence!

The racket swings hard and hits the tennis ball.

Bang!

The blinding light spreads instantly.

With a terrifying roar, the tennis ball soars wildly, containing unparalleled power.

"Arrogance!"

Eight Dust Sword's eyes froze.

The aura on his body became more intense.

The racket was held in his hand and slashed at the tennis ball.

The way he swings his racket is extremely strange, and the racket slashes down like a sword.

A sharp light swept by, and a roar exploded.

Zong Xiu's ball just crossed the net and was flown back by him.

The tennis ball slammed to the ground, kicking up dust and shaking the entire court.

"That's amazing!"

"Is this the true strength of the Eight Dust Sword One? Before, I thought he was willing to fall, it turns out that he has been improving. "

The high school students were shocked.

Watching the game between the two, I kept gasping.

The game continued, and Jong-su fought back.

Seeing that his counterattack was ineffective, Bachen Jian stared at him, and then shouted: "Since this is the case, then try this trick!"

As he spoke, he pressed the racket on his waist and leaned forward.

At the moment when the tennis ball flew in, he pulled out his racket like a samurai and slashed at the tennis ball.

Swordsmanship, Sword Drawing!

Shout!

There was a violent cracking sound, and the racket hit the tennis ball.

The giant burst out and blasted a flying ball.

The ball flew out, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into beams of light, and at a glance it looked like dozens of tennis balls.

"What?!"

"What kind of stunt is this?"

"You hit with a racket and create so many balls?"

Tanejima gasped.

I found that the strength of the Eight Dust Sword One was far more powerful than I imagined.

"There will never be more tennis, there is only one real ball. "

Zong Xiu drank lowly.

His feet slammed into the ground, and his body rushed out quickly.

Ten afterimages appeared at the same time, swinging at dozens of beams at the same time.

Ten balls together!

Whew!Whew!

The sound of breaking the air exploded, swinging into the air again and again, and the beam of light was also disappearing.

Until all the beams are gone, and only the real ball remains.

"Found it!"

Zong Xiu drank heavily.

His feet slammed into the ground, and his body leaped out.

Just in an instant, it was blocked in front of the tennis ball, and the racket slashed down like a long sword.

Bang!

The tennis ball was put on the racket by Jong-so.

With a vigorous swing, blast the ball out.

"You actually used the ten-ball fight to crack the afterimage of the sword drawing technique?"

Eight Dust Sword's eyes froze.

I didn't expect that the sword drawing technique that I hit with all my strength would be cracked so easily.

"But......... It's not enough!"

Swish!

Press the racket on your waist again.

The moment the tennis ball flies in, it slashes out.

Sting!

A sharp explosion of the air was heard.

The blazing white light flashed and disappeared from the field in an instant.

There is more than one manifestation of the sword drawing technique, and the afterimage just now is just one of them.

Hitting the ball quickly is the true meaning of knife drawing. _

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