Net King: Li Haida

"So fast!"

Everyone's eyes shrunk.

A quick look around, but no tennis ball was found.

"THE BALL IS AT LEAST 260 KM/H!"

Tanejima gasped.

I didn't expect the batting speed of Eight Dust Kenichi to be so fast.

And what's even more terrifying is that this ball is still a return ball.

The return ball has this kind of speed, which can be called terrifying.

"Soon!"

"But you must not know, my five senses are naturally stronger than others!"

Zong Xiu's laughter rang out.

After saying that, he rushed to the left frontcourt.

Blocked in one place, the racket swings quickly.

Bang!

A loud thump rang out.

There was an extra tennis ball in the place where it was empty.

The tennis ball slammed into the racket, as if trying to break free.

But Zong Xiu's arm didn't move at all, and no matter how the net ball hit, he couldn't break free of half a point.

"What?"

"Catchy?"

"How is that possible?!"

The high school students in the audience were shocked.

They never dreamed that Zong Xiu would be able to catch such a high-speed ball.

"Nara ........"

Yasuhiro Kawagen hurriedly looked at Yohito Nara on the side.

"I forgot to tell you that Zong Xiu was born with a strong perception of the five senses, so no matter how fast the tennis ball is, it can't escape his senses. "

"Plus super explosiveness and reflexes, so most of the high-speed balls didn't work against him. "

"Unless the Eight Dust Sword One can hit a professional-level serve beyond the five senses. "

Yohito Nara explained with a wry smile.

“.........."

The surrounding high school students fell silent when they heard this.

I thought I was enough to face Zong Xiu's strength, but now I found that I was still underestimating.

Zong Xiu is far stronger than he imagined, and may have reached the level of No.1.

Bang!

Then the sound of the blow sounded.

The tennis ball was blasted out with a bang, as fast as a streamer.

Bachen Jianyi didn't expect Zong Xiu to be able to fight back at this ball, so he didn't prepare at all.

By the time he reacted, the tennis ball had already rushed out of bounds.

15---0！

Jong so scores.

There was a deathly silence.

It took a few seconds before there was an uproar.

"Even this kind of high-speed ball can fight back, how strong is the Heavenly Temple Soxiu?"

"Five senses perception, I didn't expect the other party to hide this kind of hole card. "

"If Sect Xiu of the Heavenly Temple can really sense the ball, then the sword drawing technique of the Eight Dust Sword One is probably going to be ineffective. "

All the high school students began to discuss, and the shock in their tones could not be concealed

"Five senses?"

Eight Dust Sword frowned.

Unexpectedly, Zong Xiu still hid this method.

But he immediately came back to his senses and knew that now was not the time to be shocked, because Jong so had already hit the second goal.

Bang!

The tennis ball rushed in, tearing through the air.

After landing, the power swept through, kicking up dust all over the ground.

"Since the sword drawing technique is useless, then try this trick!"

Eight Dust Sword's eyes froze.

At the moment when the words fell, a black light condensed on the racket.

Swish!

As the racket waved, the aura of terror spread.

Slash: Dark Cross Slash!

Bang!

The ball that bounced off was hit by a racket and then enveloped in black light.

At the moment of rushing out, the tennis ball became five.

The five tennis balls are arranged in the up, down, left, right, and center, like a dark cross.

At the moment when the ball rushed, an obscure atmosphere filled the field.

"What's this trick?"

A solemn look appeared on Zong Xiu's face.

I wanted to take a step to fight back, but I found that my hands and feet were stiff, and it seemed that my limbs were imprisoned by chains and I couldn't move half a minute.

Shout!

Five tennis balls rushed together and flew across half the court in an instant.

These five tennis balls are extremely powerful, and if they hit Jong-so, the biggest possibility is to blast Jong-su into the air and then nail it to the wall like a cross.

"Danger!"

"Zongxiu, be careful!"

"What happened, why did Zong Xiu stay motionless?"

Date and the others exclaimed.

"Dark Cross Slash!"

"I didn't expect Kenyi to use this move so quickly!"

Yuto Kawada said in a deep voice.

"He already feels the real threat, and he knows that if he doesn't use all his strength, he may be defeated by the Heavenly Temple Zongxiu!"

Daoji Xiongzhen replied with a serious face.

"If the Heavenly Creation Temple Zongxiu can't crack the Dark Cross Slash, it will definitely be defeated!"

Tomoya Uemura said.

"Hmm!"

The two nodded.

But just as they had finished saying this, a loud bang came from the room.

The three of them were shocked and looked at each other.

Subsequently......... His eyes shrunk into pins.

I saw that at the last moment, there was a ghostly light rolling behind Zong Xiu.

With the condensation, a figure is formed.

The figure was extremely strong, its body burned with black flames, curved horns on its head, and black wings on its back.

At the moment when the five tennis balls rushed in, the figure opened its eyes.

Like a god on high, his eyes are full of ruthlessness.

Rumble!

A terrifying aura swept across the audience.

The bodies of the high school students around trembled, as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and their bodies were chilled.

"This.... What is this?"

"Demon God, why did I see the figure of the Demon God behind Zongxiu of the Heavenly Creation Temple?"

"It's such a terrible breath, it feels like it's going to suffocate!"

The high school students were sluggish.

No one in this high school class has started the Asura Shinto.

Some people may have heard of it, but they have never seen it.

So when everyone saw the demon god, they were puzzled, and some people even thought that they were wrong.

"It's that figure again!"

Taneshima's gaze froze.

When Zong Xiu made a move on Mifune's entry, this figure also appeared.

However, this time the figure was even more substantial than at that time, as if there was really a demon god standing behind Zong Xiu.

"Senpai!"

"The gate to hell, you ........... See?!"

A deep voice came out of Zong Xiu's mouth.

The original sense of confinement in the limbs disappeared, and the power of another dimension condensed on the racket.

The moment the words fell, he swung his racket.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

The tennis ball was pumped out with a huge force.

Eight Dust Sword's eyes shrank, and then he saw that the tennis ball that rushed towards him became bigger and bigger, and finally it was the size of a mountain.

At the same time, the figure of the demon god appeared, looking down at him from high in the sky!_

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