Net King: Obtain Kise Ryota’s ability at the beginning

"It's time to put an end to this game."

Quan Baoxu crouched down with a grin, he was very satisfied with his performance today.

Time and space were displaced, and he seemed to feel like he had become the figure of the red-haired ghost god.

And Irie was who he was that day.

Irie lowered his head, his back was so bleak to many people.

Many people have begun to fully understand the meaning of the number on the badge on the collar of the other party, which glows metal in the sun.

NO.20 vs. NO.3, it is still a little too far-fetched.

Suddenly, Irie moved violently.

I saw him throw the ball with one hand and swing the other hand and slammed into the tennis ball.

Bang!

Irie's sudden acceleration made everyone unexpected, even Quan Baoxiu was unable to react.

Boom!

"Game, Irie Sota, 15:0."

The referee silently reported the score.

This was the first time Irie had scored since this game, and many people at the scene looked at this baby-faced boy with curly blonde hair with a look of surprise.

"Haven't you given up until now?"

"What a respectable fellow!"

"I XXX recognizes him!"

Many onlookers recognized Irie's tenacity.

After hearing many people praise the spirit of sticking to the end in the river, the corners of Kimuraji's mouth twitched slightly.

It was hard for him to imagine what the faces of the group would be after seeing Irie just acting a scene.

"I didn't expect you to give up!"

Quan Baoxiu straightened up a little unexpectedly, and he couldn't help but think of himself at the beginning.

It seems that he lost his fighting spirit long before he was won 5-0.

However, Irie's insistence did not make Jeon Bo-so feel much admiration, because it would seem too weak for himself.

On the contrary, Quan Baoxiu decided to enter the river very stupidly, stupid to the point of ignorance of current affairs.

"Come on, look how I completely shattered your poor self-esteem!"

Quan Baoxiu beckoned to Irie, signaling the other party to hurry up and attack.

"Do you think you've won?"

Irie suddenly raised his head, and a streak of essence ran through his lenses.

"What?"

Quan Baoxiu looked at the familiar figure in front of him, but he always felt that Irijiang seemed to have changed.

Yikes!

The mustard tennis ball was thrown into the air by Irie.

Bend your knees and kick your feet.

With the help of the rebound force, Irijiang gently jumped up, and the arm that had already been stretched violently swung out of the Dao afterimage.

Bang!

A little chill comes first.

The speed of this ball was extremely fast, and when this ball hit the wall behind, Quan Baoxiu's bare calves felt the touch of an air wave.

"This... How is this possible! Quan

Baoxiu's pupils instantly dilated, and dripping cold sweat fell from his sideburns.

What happened to that goal just now?!

Many people at the scene were stunned by this ball, and they did not see the shadow of the ball at all.

Only the sound of tennis balls hitting the ground and walls is heard.

"Game, Irie Sota, 30:0."

The referee took a deep look at Irie before reporting the score.

To be honest, even he was taken aback.

"Shhh!"

"What happened to that goal just now?"

"Did he burst into the river?!!!

It took a long time for the audience to slow down in the referee's decision.

But they don't understand.

It is clear how Irie, who was so weak before, managed to be like a changed person.

Bang!

"Game, Irie Soto, 40:0."

......

Bang!

"The game was scored by the Japanese team Irie, and the score was 1:5."

......

In this crucial game, Quan Baoxiu did not touch tennis the whole time.

Irie's super-high-speed serve nailed Jeon Bo-so firmly in place.

Truly immobile.

"How is this possible! That's impossible! I don't believe it! Quan

Baoxiu's forehead was bruised, and panic had unknowingly occupied his heart.

Irie's precise launches again and again made him wonder how he had won the first five games.

It's hard to do!

Could it be that the other party deliberately let himself before?

Deliberately putting yourself up to a five-to-zero lead before starting to reverse yourself to win?

Raising his head, Jeon Bao-so saw the teasing in Irie's eyes, and he finally understood.

The other party is deliberately amusing himself!

"Looks like you've finally reacted! My acting skills are good, right? Irie's

face had a sneer of successful schemes, and the previous haze was directly swept away.

"What... What the! "

Was he acting before?"

"This guy is too daring!"

Onlookers gasped.

For nothing else, just for the audacity of entering the river.

He actually dared to stage such a farce in the presence of Kurobe and others, and it was also a match between Japan and South Korea.

If something happens to you, the consequences will be serious.

Quan Baoxiu took a deep breath, no matter whether Irie was hiding his strength or not, he couldn't change the fact that he won the match point.

Just one round.

Just win another game yourself.

Yikes!

After calming his heart, Jun Baoxiu threw the tennis ball in his hand, and the super-high-speed serve was still stable.

It's just that this time Irigo hit his serve back very easily, and the relaxed look made many people in the South Korean team pale.

Could it be that this guy was really acting before.

Is the gap between them and the Japanese team really that big?

Even the No.20 of the Japanese U-17 team is enough to beat the No.3 of their South Korean team?

"What a joke!"

Quan Baoxiu moved a few steps sideways, and his right hand pumped hard.

The tennis ball that had just bounced was instantly shot back by him into Irie's court.

However, Irie seemed to have expected it, and the figure flashed and was already blocking the path of this ball.

Bang!

Irie's wrist flicked slightly, and a fluttering short ball easily volleyed the tennis ball.

"Game, Irie Sota, 15:0."

......

Scored again!

Quan Baoxiu's face was as gloomy as water, and after switching to the left serve line, he swung the racket again.

Bang!

The ball quickly crashed into the bottom corner on the left side of Irie, and when it bounced, it flew straight towards the outside of the field.

Such a high-speed serve at such a large angle fully demonstrates Quan Baoxiu's achievements in serving, and such a serve is not something that can be played by just anyone.

Irie's kick stepped off the field, and a quick volley from his waist and abdomen saved the ball at his feet.

Quan Baoxiu showed a smile.

That's it, that's right.

He will take this point with a straight cross.

The diagonal jerk that Irie had hit back bounced off his eyes as Jun Bo-so expected, and he quickly swung his racket to meet the ball.

But when he raised his head, he found that Irie had already turned back and appeared directly opposite him.

Bang!

A pale golden laser passed by Quan Baoxiu's right side, and he could only watch in amazement as the ball flew out of his field.

Quan Baoxiu's heart instantly sank to the bottom, and he felt as if his every move was completely seen through by the other party.